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locker shut and sighed heavily. It felt melodramatic and fitting. Wasn’t that her entire life—one large melodrama after another? If she wasn’t a ghost in her own home or grounded for ridiculous drug allegations, she was fucking her teacher and failing an Advanced Algebra class, because who really cares about integers, anyway? Her dad was a freaking doctor and he never worried about solving for x.
    “Look, if this is about your audition…”
    “Of course it is!” Lynn dropped her voice and fidgeted with her purse as they bumped along the crowded hallways. “He’s barely looked at me since the audition Monday. I mean, I get that he doesn’t want to exactly become chummy after everything that happened, but don’t ignore me for fuck’s sake. He literally won’t even look at me. I had a question about the assigned reading two days ago and he never looked up from the computer. I freaked him out or something.”
    “Your audition was incredible, don’t get me wrong, and you kicked Aria’s ass, that’s for damn sure. But, it was very… um… racy. Maybe you got him all hot and bothered and he was too embarrassed to look at you because of it.”
    Dana ducked around a group of designated dude bros who were hurling a football across the inner courtyard. She waved to Oliver, cheeks pink. Lynn felt the familiar tug of jealousy that cropped up every time Oliver came around. Dana was so happy to be with him, and had the ability to share it with the whole school. They held hands and stole kisses by the shiny water fountains and left disgustingly cute notes in each other’s lockers.
    Dana was over the moon. Lynn, in a purely selfish act, was in misery. Her heart was anchored to the scruffy older man who could get her expelled and likely buried alive the second her parents found out. He would be fired and never work again, thus never speak to her again and leave her in perpetual, horny misery.
    Despite all the danger, all the things she knew so well, her thoughts were totally dominated by him.
    Under the cover of darkness and silken sheets, Lynn couldn’t keep her hands off herself, remembering the heat of his breath against her bare skin and the hungry way he devoured her. She found herself fantasizing about straddling him against the bricked wall of the rooftop gardens, surrounded by hazy stars and the bright lights of Broadway, feeling his hardness pressed against her while trying to keep himself respectful. Twice this week, she’d had to excuse herself to the restroom to fuck her swollen cunt to a panting, silent orgasm in the handicapped stall.
    Matthew dominated her entire being. She wanted to feel his scruff against her inner thigh and his biceps ripple as they walked along Time Square while he bestowed more professional wisdom between their stolen kisses.
    She thought her audition would call to him. Every night she had rehearsed, Ophelia’s words in her mouth brought her to her knees. Lynn barely held it together on stage, but ended her monologue to huge applause, visible disdain from Aria, and nothing but silence from Matthew.
    At first, she was certain his distance was because he was fighting back his own feelings, having fully received her message. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked the stage, could feel the same predatory lust he carried the night they auditioned together.
    If it wasn’t for her ridiculously imposed curfew, she would have stuck around to talk to him afterwards to ensure the feelings were definitely mutual. At the time, it seemed impossible for them to not be in harmonious sync.
    But now she wasn’t so sure, and she was left feeling more exposed and idiotic than victorious. Maybe all the frantic masturbation during her rehearsals tainted her performance, and she came across as so overtly sexual, it turned him off and showed her incapability for the role. Maybe she had lost the innocence he once told her he loved about her.
    But to be fair, he didn’t know anything about her, aside