Mrs. Smith said nothing.

I walked out of her class warily with nothing more than a pleasant smile sent my way from my middle-aged professor. 

"That was... odd," I said to Ben as I walked with him down the Universities hallway on our way to the parking lot.

"Are you sure she knows? She could have just been looking at you because she liked your outfit?"

I let my eyes gander over my plain black jeans and light blue shirt before propelling my gaze back up to Ben's.

"Yeah, I don't think so."

"Then maybe she's just cool with it? Maybe she just saw how much McCoy was obviously taken with you and decided it was okay." Ben shrugged his shoulders as we pushed our way through the double doors leading outside into the parking lot, the day still bright and the sky illuminated with a certain glow that seemed just seep into your soul and brighten your mood with ease.

"God, I hope so."

Nathan had texted me after class as well, notifying me that Mrs. Smith didn't say anything to him either. She had simply wished him a good day as she left early to go home and see her baby. Apparently the call was regarding her baby and a fever that he had struck up. Nathan was to take over the rest of her classes for the day, which I knew he had to have been a bit psyched about.

I spent the rest of my Wednesday finishing up some homework for my Literature class that I had missed due to a certain professor of mine that couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself.

What pleasant, naughty memories.

By the time it had reached 6 o'clock, I had finished every bit of homework that I had and was cooking up some pasta for Rachel and I when I got a text message from Nathan.

I've got the classroom all to myself. Care to join me? ;)

A bolt of excitement and desire zipped through my body as I read his message.

I won't even begin to deny that I had definitely had many a fantasy of Nathan taking me in various positions all over his classroom. Those thoughts are what have preoccupied most of my time while awaiting the clock to hit that certain hour and I would be released from Mrs. smiths class now that Nathan was no longer the main professor.

I quickly typed back to him that I would be there within half an hour.

Turning the knob on the stove off, I poured the pasta into the strainer and added some butter, oregano, lemon and pesto, blended it all together and threw it into a container with a note for Rachel on it letting her know that I wouldn't be home for dinner and to eat without me.

Running to my bedroom to change my outfit, I felt like my body was a live wire. My limbs were vibrating in anticipation and excitement and I couldn't keep the grin off my face due to the thrill of it all.

To be a completely frank, I'm a bit surprised that Nathan is being so adventurous with how Mrs. Smith acted towards both of us in class today. But that fact alone, only made it more riveting, not to mention arousing.

I sorted through my underwear drawer like a woman on a mission. When my fingers finally came in contact with lace material, I folded them around it and tugged the under garment to the top of the drawer. One of my only matching sets of undergarments came into my view.

The deep red, laced bra and thong set stared up and me teasingly and I could only imagine the face Nathan would dawn when he set his eyes on this seductive outfit.

After putting on the set, I threaded my way through my closet until I found a deep red, short dress that would go perfectly with what I had on underneath. Not that I planned on the dress staying on for much time at all.

With my outfit on, I padded through our tile floor kitchen and snatched my purse before practically running out of the apartment and to my car.

I sped my way to the college, blowing my way through two red lights and thanking my lucky stars the entire drive for not having a run in with a copper along the way.

I made it to the college in record time and even tripped over my own feet a few times as I made my way into the Arts building I was so giddy to see Nathan.

Once inside the building, I tried with all of my strength to calm my excitement down and walk like a normal human being all the way to Nathan's classroom.

Nathan's classroom door came into my view and I stopped directly outside of it. I drew a deep, calming breath into my lungs and placed my hand on the handle and turned it with a playful smile planted on my lips.

"Mr. McCoy, I do believe that it's-"

My breath caught in my throat as an agonizingly painful freezing sensation sliced through my chest and stole every thought and ounce of breath from my body.

I willed my eyes to tear themselves away from the scene in front of me but they refused to listen. They needed to drink in every movement of the two, memorize every stroke of their lips together, burn the images into my brain.

Perched in the middle of the classroom was none other than Silvia. And she was straddling a man sitting in a chair, kissing him furiously, grinding her body over his as his hands roamed over her body lazily.

And I knew those hands and I knew that man.

"Nathan?" My voice was weak and bewildered.

Silvia's head snapped towards me, her reddened lips lifting up into a devilish smile.

"I think he's a little busy right now," she said to me in that sickeningly sweet voice that made my entire body shrink into itself.

I watched as Nathans head fell backwards onto his desk, as if he couldn't hold it up anymore. He hadn't even bothered to spare me a glance yet. He was still far too busy fondling Silvia's ass to care that I had even entered the room.

"Like I said, I always win." Silvia's eyes spit fire into mine, so much malice and evil seeping from her stare but ultimately, she looked victorious.

I could feel every piece of my body crumbling, shattering into a million different directions as the heartbreak began to consume my everything.

I had to reach out to the door frame to keep myself standing up right as my legs were beginning to buckle and wobble.

I needed to leave. Now. Silvia may have won but I will never let her see me break.

Just as I stumbled backwards and out of the doorway, I saw Nathans head roll to the side, his beautiful sapphire eyes glazed over and far off. I watched as his stare finally came into focus on me and something teetering along the lines of confusion and horror flooded his eyes.

"Alex?" His voice came out rasped and almost incoherent. He tried to lift his head but ultimately couldn't. And that's when the horrifying thought struck me.

"Is he..."

"High as a fucking kite on I don't even know what," Silvia answered my unfinished question for me and that was as much as my body could take as I gathered as much energy as I could muster and bolted out of the classroom and down the hallway, running as fast as my feet would take me away from the tearing feeling spreading through my heart, ripping it into tatters mercilessly.

I don't know how I made it home but I did.

I crashed into my front door, praying that it would be unlocked but I was met with the defeated sound of a lock holding the door firmly in place.

"Fuck!" 

That was it. I couldn't fucking take it anymore. I couldn't hold myself up, I couldn't hold myself together. I sank down the outside of my apartment door onto the cold damp ground as the first sob tore through my throat.

It hurt so fucking much. The image of him kissing her ran through my mind on repeat like a torturing mind fuck game. It felt like my heart was gasping and desperate for something; anything.

My entire body shook violently as cry after cry slipped past my lips, my tears drenching my neck and dress. I clenched my hands together and felt my nails ripping into my skin but found that I couldn't care less about the pain. It was a welcomed distraction.

My chest was constricting over and over again as my sobs took over my body as I continued to cry violently outside of my apartment. I couldn't control anything. This was the ultimate panic attack and I didn't even try and fight it.

My head was becoming fuzzy and back spots were beginning to form in front of my eyes from the amount of air escaping my body with every cry. My skin crawled and itched and my hands trembled uncontrollably. My throat constricted painfully with every breath I tried to take but found that I couldn't. Everything was out of my control.

Suddenly, I was falling.

The door that I had been leaning against for support was opened and I collapsed, face down right onto the carpeted floor of my apartment.

"Alex!" Rachel's voice yelled terrified.

"Make it stop," I whispered, begging through my sobs, my chest heaving and my throat tightening severely as the air I so desperately needed was slowly taken from me.

"Make what stop? Alex!" Rachel's voice was frantic as I felt her hands rubbing onto my back in small circles, attempting to sooth me. 

My fingers curled into the shagged carpeting, my face flat down, facing the floor and breathing in the scent of our carpet with every shallow breath I took. "It hurts too fucking much, please!" I cried out.

"Alex what happened?!"

My vision was darkening by the second. My ears were ringing, every sound seemed muffled. The grip I had on the carpet was slowly lessening as my body began to shut down.

"Nathan..." I whispered just before the darkness took over.

Okay so DONT KILL ME PLEASE! Did you guys like it? Could you feel Alexs heartbreak and anguish because that's what I was going for but I'm not sure if I captured it the way I wanted to.

Please vote and comment with what you think will happen next and WHAT THE HELL happened to Nathan to make him do that to Alex!

The major climax is on its way guys, prepare yourselves! The next chapters gonna be just as rough!