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Kristina's pov

This is ridiculous.

I shouldn't be thinking about him. I scrunched up my nose as I looked at myself in the mirror. Justin. I bit into my lower lip, shaking my head and wishing I could remove the sounds of his pleasure grunts beside my ear that day.

I ripped my eyes away from my reflection, ashamed.

Letting out a breath, I brush a comb down my hair and went to pick up my bag for school. However, as I hurl the strap over my shoulder, a surge of nausea crawled up my throat.

I am not stupid. I've noticed the signs and noticed that this has been happening to me frequently. But I didn't want to think about it much. Not when if what I think is happening to me right now could ruin Justin's life further.

A brief flashback of the last words we spoke plunged into my head.

"Dammit Kristina!" Justin growled, pulling out and ripping the condom off his dick. My thighs are still trembling and he's looking down at his dick in disgust.

My heart clenched.

He ran a hand through his hair, l