Roan2099

Girls like me don't get happy endings.
     I know what I am.
     .  I set boundaries between myself and my past, only to end up with a low-quality nightclub.  Even my excuse to work there is as bad as it can be: I work here to pay for college, get my technical degree from the most prestigious university in Montreal.  Although baffling, in the daytime: I'm just a student and at night a stripper!

     But the inevitable happens and collides with my life.  And now there's one woman who knows all of my characters: the quiet Alaskan student, anti-social, and cruel Heaven stripper.

      This woman is beautiful and complicated.  It comes from the other side of life, where this side does not want me and does not accept me.  But she does amaze me and her hot and warm hands on my skin make me feel things I gave up long ago.

     So what's the problem!

     The problem is, this woman is a teacher in my classic photography lessons at university!

Hard love to me

I sneak out of Leary's class as soon as he lets us go, hoping to get lost in the crowd before he can single me out and demand that I make an appointment. The last thing I want right now is to talk about my dedication and commitment and academic this and that. I could barely concentrate on the lecture itself.

But the second I'm out in the hall, I practically bump into Elizabeth. Literally. I collide with her chest head-on, stumble and have to steady myself against the wall. I look up at her, confused and furious.

"I'm on my way out," I say. "Please let me pass."

Her eyes narrow. She pins me to the wall, her arms on either side of me. Students pass us by, a few stare, and with an angry glance over her shoulder she lowers her arms. But she's still blocking my path.

"We need to talk," she says, her voice a low hiss.