Seducing My Ex's Father In Law by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 556

Judy's POV

It's been a week.

One week since I last saw Gavin. It has been one week since I last spoke to him. I didn't bother calling him on the phone or texting him like I did last time. I knew what this was; he wanted to get laid, and he used me for that reason. I just didn't understand why he didn't just use Rachel. I mean, they were close now. None of it was really making sense.

I hadn't told anyone about my night with Gavin because I was embarrassed about putting myself in that position again. I was embarrassed because I let that man use me and my body to get his rocks off, and I was once again left in the dust.

Last week, Gavin told me not to worry about tutoring Matt during my finals week at school. He didn't want Matt's tutoring and training to become a distraction, so Taylor had been taking me straight home after school. I've been drowning myself in studying and doing my finals each day. Though Gavin was a bit of a distraction himself, constantly popping into my mind at the wrong times, I was confident he wasn't a distraction enough. I got through most of my finals except for this last one.

I knew I'd ace it without a problem, though, and most were terrified to go up against me because I had

they chose to. Nan was in the front row, cheering for me. I smiled at her when she waved before I took my seat with my other classmates. I looked around at the nervous faces, and I felt like I was the only confident one, which was funny

of the gym. She looked to be a nervous wreck; her eyes were clouded as she stared at me, and I hated that I was intimidating her, but I needed a good grade for this class. It's not like she'd fail the class if she failed this competition. The professor is only looking at our technique and whether we actually learned anything in his class. If she gives me a

her, trying

but it looked more forced, and she gave me

other. I always learned to never make the first move; only attack if being attacked. The professor hadn't taught us that, though someone needs to make the first move. I watched her every movement, the way her eyes darted back and forth. The way she sized me up, the way her eyes would stare at my hands and then my legs, trying to figure out what kind of attack I was

attacks from class and from watching the competition, which I found out that the entire class had watched

was staring at my feet for too long; I now knew she was going to try and knock me off balance. An opponent is weaker on the ground, and though