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Unlike Jarryd, Riley had a rather pleasant evening when she got home. She was greeted with nothing but silent of the dark house she called home. Her mother wasn't around, which meant she was off being passed around by a group of guys. Nothing for her to worry about, that woman wasn't getting mother of the year any time soon. Or ever. No matter, she wasn't about to let her mother's whereabouts ruin her mood. Having been fucked in a dark alley wasn't classy, but she sure as hell was on cloud nine about it. Nice conversation with a man with intellect, until he got drunk, was something she didn't get every day. It was a nice change of pace. And to think that she was able to get him to fuck her even if he had a wife was one of her records. Riley …show more content…

The morning was nice and crisp, no clouds in the sky, and the sun was beaming down on her. Taking in a deep breath, Riley headed to the bus stop. The first place she was going to was a little coffee shop near the campus. She may have a positive outlook, but drinking all night didn't exactly make her feel like she was all there. There was no way she was going to let her professor think badly about her today. One look at her and one knew that she didn't come from high class, which left people making her feel like a street rat. Coffee was going to wake her up and make her alert for whatever came her way. Nothing could have prepared her for what came her way in her first class. NOTHING. Riley was sitting on the second row of seats in the big classroom. The rows curved so every student could see the chalk board. In front of that was a large desk. She had considered taking a first row seat, but she wasn't that confident, she didn't want to seem too eager. Students were soon filling the seats, not really taking any around her. She must have missed the memo about having groups pre-assembled before class, because so far, every girl was in a group and every guy had a

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