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I was shouting now, but I didn’t care.
This was ridiculous.
“I get that all you see is a child when you look at me, but that’s not who I am. And I thought my presentation would wake you the fuck up to that fact. Apparently not. Apparently, all I will ever be is a kid to you.” I shook my head, done with all of this.
I’d wasted so much time pining for a man who would never see me.
Maybe that did make me a child. A thirteen-year-old girl with a crush.
“Never mind,” I muttered, stepping away from him. There was no point in trying to make him realize something he would obviously never truly comprehend.
“Because you’re my best friend’s little sister.”
That was all I’d ever be.
It’d been stupid of me to take this class. Stupid of me to think I could wake him up. Stupid of me to even try.
“Have a good rest of your week, Professor Pierce,” I said formally, returning to my coat and pulling it on.
“Jeni…”
“Jenica,” I corrected him shortly as I grabbed my bag. “You could at least try to respect me as a student.” It came out as a quiet statement, my insides crumbling into pieces.
I needed to escape before I let those emotions cloud my expression.
He couldn’t know how I felt.
He could never know.
I just had to get over him.
While I’d tried the last few years to find someone else, I’d always held him at the back of my mind. A what-if scenario for when I graduated college.
But if this experience these last five weeks had taught me anything, it was that Logan Pierce would never see me as anything other than his kid sister.
So I needed to move on and stop craving someone I would never have.
He said my name again as I started toward the door, but I didn’t pause for him.
I was done trying to win his affection.
Chapter Four
PIERCE
That fucking dress haunted me all week.
Every time I closed my eyes, I pictured Jenica’s sweet ass in that tight fabric as she revealed herself in front of the class.
There was nothing childlike about her, despite what she kept accusing me of.
I ran a hand over my face and blew out a breath.
The female was driving me insane. It had taken physical restraint to ignore her the last few weeks, to act as though she hadn’t raised her hand to respond to every question I’d asked. But I didn’t want to show favoritism for her. It was a conflict of interest—something I’d warned her about after the first class.
I should have followed through on my threat to go to the administration.
But I hadn’t.
