Chapter 60: First Day of Classes

-Molly's POV-

I slapped my phone several times to turn off the annoying alarm. I wasn't ready to get up and get away from the amazingly sexy dream that I was having.
Not to mention, I was deliciously exhausted from last night's activities. Scott had woken me up at three in the morning and helped me back to my room. He had left me snuggled in bed with a kiss on my forehead.
It sucked knowing that we could no longer be snuggled in the same bed since our parents were so close. But that was the way of things at the moment. Maybe in the future...
I sat straight up in bed as the thoughts in my head tumbled toward a future with Scott. Was I really considering more than just... sex? Of course, this was the first time I had sex outside of a traditional relationship. Maybe this was normal. Maybe, this was just the girly, childish side of myself protesting how... unusual the situation was.
That had to be it.
There was no way that I was considering telling our parents about us. Nor the completely silly notion that I was in love with SCOTT... this was just casual... fun...
Right?
Pacifying myself, I pushed out of bed and headed towards my closet to grab my uniform for class. It was more than a little demeaning that the establishment insisted on a uniform for an "all-girls college". But I was suspicious that, though they insisted a woman run the college, the Dean was actually a lecherous man.
"This is only for a year," I told myself as I jerked on the uniform. "Just until I can decide what I want to do."
A knock on my door interrupted my little pep talk as I put my hair up in a ponytail that would complete the ensemble.
"Come in!" I called as I gave myself a once over.
My mother walked in the door with a smile on her face.
"I didn't want to miss your first day of college!"
I gave a little laugh. "I don't think it's as much of a college as a finishing school, Mom. But I like your confidence!"
"Well, either way, I didn't want to miss it," Willimina said with a laugh. "It doesn't matter what you do, Molls. As long as it makes you happy!"
I walked over and hugged her. "Thanks, Mom. I love you!"
"Awww, I love you, too! " My mother said as she hugged me back. "But first, breakfast!"
She hooked her arm through mine and walked with me downstairs.
"The great thing is that Scott and Paul are already up! It'll be another great family breakfast before everything gets crazy!" my mother boasted happily.
I gave her a bit of a weak smile. I was definitely not looking forward to another awkward meal with Paul. It might have been my sense of guilt for what was going on behind their backs. But I didn't feel the same animosity from my mother, even though I felt a little guilty about keeping everything from her as well. Scott honestly thought it was just in my head, but I was not so sure.
My fears were justified when we walked into the dining room, and Paul didn't even look up from his plate.
"Look here at our little college girl!" my mom announced as we entered the room.
Scott looked up and gave me a slow once over. Scott's smile held a wicked edge for a brief moment before he swallowed it back.
"You look great, Molly. Those school boys need to watch out, or you'll break all their hearts!" Scott replied with a wink.
"It's an all-girls school. There won't be any boys beyond the teachers," Paul commented gruffly. "Maybe we should warn them?"
"Paul!" my mother chastised him. "That's a horrible insinuation!"
Paul just shrugged without apologizing. I felt a bright red flush hit my cheeks, and I just wanted to be anywhere but around him. Did he honestly think that I would hit on my professors? For what reason? The way he said it... it sounded like an insult, and I felt a rush of shame go through me.
I looked at my watch. "I had better hurry. The city bus will be here shortly, and I need to be on it."
"Don't be silly! Let one of the drivers take you!" My mother insisted.
"I'll take her," Scott suggested as he took one last bite of his plate. "I need to drop by the office to pick up some paperwork for my meetings today anyway."
"She can take the bus, Scott!" Paul snapped loud enough that everyone looked at him in shock. "It's her fault for failing her driver's exam seven times."
The embarrassing flush on my face deepened. I had failed it seven times. Only because I was so used to other people driving me around that they were more like practice tests than actual exams. What Paul did not realize was one of the classes I had signed up for would help with that, and hopefully, by the end of the year, I could retake the test and finally pass it.
Not too long ago, Paul seemed to have recognized that fact and had never shamed me for it.
"Let Scott take her, honey," My mother said to her husband. "Please... heaven only knows what kind of... HOOLIGANS take that bus, and I would feel much safer if I knew that Scott made sure she got there and home safely."
Paul sighed heavily... well, it sounded more like a growl, but he waved Scott and I away.
We quickly headed for the front door before he could change his mind.
"See?!" I hissed as we got out of hearing range. "He is acting as if I have personally insulted him, and I can't figure out what I have done wrong!"
"He's been crabby for a while, Molly. I think something is happening with the company that he doesn't want anyone to know about. I wouldn't take it personally," Scott brushed my concerns off.
"That had better be all that it is, Scott. Because honestly, I don't feel up to dealing with his insults," I warned him softly.
"I understand, baby girl. I'll try to talk to him today and see if we can curb his behavior. He is acting a bit like an ass," Scott admitted as he slid an arm around my waist and gave me an inconspicuous hug.
I melted against him. "You'd be willing to do that? I know he's your father, and I don't want to make things difficult for you."
He pulled me to a stop before I entered the car. Looking around for a moment, he suddenly pulled me against his body and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips.
"Molly... you are my sub... it is my job to ensure you are respected and treated well. I don't want to go toe to toe with my father, but I will make sure he understands that he can't treat you like that," Scott reassured me gently.
Ohh, god... I loved him... the little annoying voice in my head whispered in a dreamy voice. Shocked, I pushed away from him like I had been struck by lightning.. and that's kind of how it felt.
"What's wrong?" he asked, startled by my behavior.
"Nothing!" I forced out with a flippant giggle. "I just don't want to be late for my first day of school... I mean college!"
I was shocked when he actually believed that lie and moved around the car.
"Alright! We'll get you there on time," he promised with a chuckle.
The car ride was tense, but that was all on me. My mind was still spinning, and I just couldn't let go of it. I had been in love before, or at least, I thought I had. But what I felt for Scott... was different, intense... and INSANE.
As soon as we stopped in front of the school, I barely said a quick goodbye before racing inside.
There was only one thought in my head at that moment: I needed Becca.