The next class with Justin began with him deducting ten points from my next term paper. It seemed as if I’d woken the lion and angered the beast.

On another day, I’d be pissed about it and react like a child. Today, though, I was prepared. I knew he’d take another shot at me. I knew he wouldn’t stop.

I couldn’t believe this was the same guy in the washroom at Penthouse—his hand on my cheek, his breath in my ear, the bass in the air. The thought brought goosebumps, ...