***CH8***
I let go of her hands, feeling mine starting to shake with fear. I felt as though any decision I made would result with me crying to sleep at the end of the night, but it was trying to figure out which would be the worse of the two.
"What would you do?" I whispered, running my hands over my face.
"I would chose to take this opportunity to meet your partner and maybe get to know each other so things are less awkward on the first day of school," she answered calmly, reaching forward and moving a wayward strand of hair out of my face.
Swallowing thickly, I asked when.
"I'll have him up here in thirty minutes. That should give you enough time to prepare."
I was still rooted in the same spot on the bed after Esme showed herselfout, leaving promises that she will return with my partner.
My partner.
They say it so casually, as if he was paired off with me for a lab assignment or school project. This was someone who I was going to be having sex with for the remainder of the semester, who was going to learn every single detail of my body, and going to do things to me that I haven't even done to myself.
I needed an Ativan.
I rushed to my wardrobe closet and pulled out my hidden medicine bottle that I smuggled. Non-prescription drugs were not tolerated at the academy, but I knew I'd need them for days like this; days when I had to prove to everyone, and myself, that I was ready for the sacrifice. My mother knew I took them. She always had so many that I doubt she cared. Plus I think she knew I needed them more anyway.
I quickly swallowed the pill and made my way to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face. I brushed my hair and tried to make myself presentable. Maybe he'll be kind and just be quick. In and out like a bunny. No touchy feelings or foreplay.
The knock on the door would have almost caused me to vomit if it weren't for the fact that the pill was starting to kick in. I sat on the edge of the bed, smoothed my hands over my skirt, and cleared my throat. "It's open."
The door quickly opened and shut. I listened to his footsteps come towards me until I was met with a very startling sight. I was expecting someone like me, someone average and boring, but this—this—boy… No, he wasn't a boy. He was a man. A very handsome, and confident, man.
He gave me a genuine smile and stepped forward, extending his hand towards me.
"Hi, Isabella, I'm Edward. It's very nice to meet you."
