Chapter 2: Kent

September 9

This is the first week of the fall semester.

I have my training, my add-and-drop course list, parties with friends, as well as my internship at this tech start-up company.

But fuck it, fuck my perfect life! I need to get to the bottom of this thing, I have to know what she thinks she is doing.

September 16

I followed the woman to her apartment in eastern West Lancing. It’s a shady neighborhood. But she is gorgeous, making the neighborhood shine.

I know it because she left her blinds open. When she changed into her pajama, I could tell from the window that her breasts are like tear drops and her ass peach. She was on the phone with someone, probably having phone sex.

Too bad I don’t know how to read lips.

September 23

This is the last week of our add-and-drop period, but I haven’t really got any chance to explore around. I guess I will have to go with whatever courses that still have opening seats now. The “Comparative Cultural Studies” looks good. Although my dad always wants me to study business or any other majors that he considers “useful,” deep down in my heart, I prefers literal arts and are quite good at it.

However, I have to skip the class this week. I have to figure out who she’s been with.

Stalking ain’t easy.

Oct 7

Today I saw her completely naked, pressed against the window, getting banged from behind. Her tear-drop like tits were pressed into a round shape; her peachy ass were repeatedly punched flat and then bounced back. I know my peeking was creepy, but she was sexy as fuck.

As they fornicated, I quickly took out my photo and took a snapshot of her.

This is some pic erotica I would have masturbated to, had the hands squeezing her breasts from behind had not been attached to my father’s arms.

My gut feeling is right, dad is cheating on mom with some cheap ghetto slut.

Oct 14

I always have thought that we are a boring happy family. Growing up amongst other old money teenagers, I feel constantly socially embarrassed. They could go around blaming all the shit that has ever happened to them to their divorced, lack-of-presence, cheating parents, while my family was just happy. My parents loved each other, and they love me. Boring, but happy.

What poignant is, dad didn’t know I know. He still wears his annoying perfect mask everyday.

Today is his birthday. He called me into his study, just father and son. I thought he was going to be a little genuine about what happened in this family, as he pulled out an CD from the bookshelf and handed it to me. It is the same shelf that I found a notebook containing only the profiles of sexy women that he has been cheating on with, which he “considerately” disguised as a directory for the Huron scholarship awardees.

We played the CD together. But disappointingly it was just a recording of our donation beneficiaries speaking “Happy Birthday” in their own languages to my father, most of them college students and graduate students at the University. They did it only for the 45000 dollars tuition that our scholarship paid for them, how pathetic. One of the beneficiary looks like she really meant her best wishes, though. The one with dark hair and fox eyes. She said it in ten languages, which is impressive, but I am really not in the mood to think about this right now.

My dad went on to tell me to “be philanthropic,” like him. That’s utterly disgusting! I can’t stand a second around him, or around the Huron-named campus now. I think I have to skip the class or else I would explode.

Oct 21

I don’t know why I keeps following her after I am 100% sure dad cheats. It’s just that I have this weird feeling that something bad would happen.

The second she took out her pregnancy tester, I knew this was it.

She’s crying on her phone to tell dad she’s pregnant, but what would dad do? To her and to mom.

Oct 30

I don’t think dad will divorce mom. After all he wants his family perfect.

November 7

He failed to talk her out of keeping the baby, so he fucking shot her in the head!

Holy fucking Christ! This is some murderous shit!

Will dad be arrested?

What should I do?!

November 14

The police in this shady neighborhood are so sloppy! They think it is a fucking break-in robbery! Some random homeless dude who holds her jewelries got wrongly convicted, just because he took the jewelries from the trash bin my father dumped her shit in after killing her!

Everything played out exactly like the movie Match Point on my dad’s shelf. The innocent got convicted, the rich walked.

Holy Shit. There is really no justice in this world. Just pure chances.

November 21

I guess there are some bright side to Dad’s getting away with the murder he committed. After all he is the face of our family company. If he goes to jail, the stock value would plummet, not to mention there is a possibility that he will be disinherited by grandpa. I can have access to the family trust fund only after 30. I don’t want be poor before that.

More importantly, if there is no consequences to his action, neither is to mine. I could do everything I want in a world of pure chances.Because in the end, nothing matters, everything I do doesn’t have consequences.

November 28

This is the first time in this semester I went to the Comparative Cultural Studies class. To my surprise, the teaching assistant is her, the multilingual woman from the video. She is indeed a very passionate teacher, caring a lot about the stuff she teaches. Immersed in the world she herself constructed, she makes me forget for a second how dirty and ugly this world is. I really like the brainy type.

Dec 5

No Way! The fox-eyed lady fucking failed me!

I have always been a straight A student. If dad finds out I flunked a humanities course, he would smell something off! I can’t let him find out I know. I can’t fail.

I will do whatever I need to stay unfailing, whatever I need.

Nothing matters, everything I do doesn’t have consequences.

[now]

I pin her down to the seat with one hand. She screams. I decide to stop her screaming by sealing her lips with my own.

Hmmm, she might dress like a nun, but she tastes so damn good, like sweet strawberries.

I want more.

So I stick my tongue into her mouth, she tries to bite me, but I manage to pull back in time. Meanwhile, my other hand does a good job of popping a few buttons of her shirt.

“Stop it, Kent. You are taking this shit way too far!” She gasps. Her lips wet with my saliva, shining in the dim car light, I wonder what it may look like with my cum. Thinking about the scene makes my dick harden.

“What are you gonna do? Report me to the University?”

“I will call the cops.”

Of course I don’t heed her warning. I am too busy unbuttoning her shirt. She has a young face so she dresses a very conservative shirt all buttoned up to the neck to look like a middle-aged teacher. This shirt might help her earn some respect, but damn, it is too exhausting for me!

“Seriously, I will call the cops. Sexual harassment is something you don’t want to get on your records, and the university is taking gender violence very serious.”

I lose my patience and rip the last few buttons off, yanking her shirt wide open. “Good, I have always wanted to know what’s underneath your long-sleeves.” I plant a few kisses from her neck down to the exposed skin around her cleavage. She must feel cold because she trembles. I muffled my laugh with her breasts, “Miss Irwin, you are thick. You know what? You should wear more low-cut tops, it will definitely earn you more respect than your buttoned-to-neck shirt.”

“Stop it! What I wear is none of your business! Save your dirty talk to the Grad School Disciplinary Committee.”

“Miss Irwin.” I straddle over her and hold her jaw to make her face my expression, to make her realize I have neither fear nor empathy in my eyes. “I think you misread the situation. You are not going to rat me out to the school or to the cops. Instead, I am going to fuck you in this car, and afterwards you are going to let me pass with flying colors in this ridiculous course. If you ever say a single word to anyone, I will report your pretty ass to the University for violating Title IX which forbids any faculty or teaching assistants to abuse their power and sexually exploit their students. The camera on this car will be recording as we fuck. If you do not behave, an edited video will be sent to the Disciplinary Board as evidence of your sexual misconduct. Title IX is the only article that can get a tenured professor fired. You fledging career will be screwed if you ever cross me like this again. Are we clear?”

“You want film we FUCK?” She gives me a scornful smile. “You mean you RAPING me?”

“Woa woa woa, rape is intense. We don’t have to go there.” My emotionless eyes meet hers. “Miss Irwin, you failed me first. If you didn’t insist on some stupid rules of the so-called academic integrity, none of these things would have happened. As a hapless student, it is just me creating my token of leverage.”

“You Brazen Motherfucking Bastard! ” She is so appalled by my brass argument that she starts to struggle. “Kent, you are so toxic! Let me go! If you let go right now, I promise this shit stays between us.”

“Well, I apologize if I made you feel that I am an embodiment of toxic masculinity, Miss Irwin.” I said this in a calmly and polite manner, asking her almost innocently: “but since you call me a motherfucking bastard, we are even now. So, can we fuck, mommy?”