NEW YORK.

I walked into Manchester. My mother gave me an ultimatum either it was finish my Senior year or go back to rehab which honestly Manchester isn't as bad. It is certainly different though. Everyone is shocked that I'm back but the Mertuil name owns half of New York. The Manchester Library was named Isabelle E. Merteuil after my grandmother for fucks sake and now with having the Valmont name is like i'm untouchable. Well back and better than ever.

Because the bitch is back!

I decided to be myself, and not the Martha Fucking boring brady. Turns out everyone loves a bad girl. My reputation? Well i blew it into fucking pieces! Now I fuck who I want, do as much drugs I want and I have no one to stop me or tattle tale on me.

People fear me again. Because they know what I'm capable of. I am unstoppable!

"Miss Valmont Merteuil you're late".

Ugh my fucking two last names are getting in my nerve. I'm late for my lit class, who the fuck cares about AP literature. I have all my fucking grades i could graduate if I wanted to and leave but my attendance is something else. I've missed so much ever since what happened in Summer.

I roll my eyes. This substitute teacher has really been getting on my nerves. He is rather hot though. He's about 28, brown haired, honey eyes. And I do love a man with a tie.

"I'm sorry Mr. Andrews, it won't happen, I promise." I say biting my lip. Everyone is staring at me.

"No that's what you said last time. Please do me a favor and stay after class".

I know what he wanted, me. And I wanted him. You see, Jacob Andrews was not just some boring literature sub. He was smart, different and couldn't see through my bullshit. During lunch he would read One hundred years of solitude and just look so enraptured in it. Almost like S-

no he isn't him, he just has an air to him. Maybe I have a type for the silent and suffer types! But I am bored. I've Court and Cecile's life a living hell. There's nothing to do.

"I thought you said you didn't want to fuck me Mr Andrews."

"Kathryn please don't make this any harder , I kissed you but I can't do this."

"Oh Jacob I can think of other things I can make harder." I say cunningly raising my eyebrow. As I sit on his lap. And straddle him.

"I can't , it's too risky!"

"Why? I'm 18 and it's not like you're actually my professor Jake. Come over and you can give me detention."

"This is where you live?"

"Yeah, can we skip the tour and get right on it Jakey?"

I say as I'm drinking my Pinot Noir.

I show him upstairs and take him to the room. And push him to the bed. I makeout with him while I unbutton his pants. I can feel how hard he is. He unbuttoned my shirt and revealed my lacey red corset from La Perla.

"Fuck you're unreal Kathryn." He kisses my neck and flips me under him.

"Hey relax it's ok baby I'll take care of you." He said as he kissed me more. Him treating me as a porcelain doll was a turn off. I just wanted some dick. And he was being sweet. But I didn't need that.

He took off my underwear and started eating me out. It felt good but something was off. I couldn't relax. Maybe it was because I started mixing my new meds with cocaine. Suddenly everything was spinning.

I opened my eyes. For a second a saw a figure standing on the door. It looked like Seb no it couldn't be.

"Wow in my own room. No respect for the dead huh"?!