AllFreeNovel
Share Us
They were going on a third date so soon?
“Ah, snap,” Piece said. “I didn’t know you’d asked her out.”
“It’ll be their third date,” Chase added, and I inwardly groaned at the reminder that Scott had the chance to take her out on dates, when I’d likely never be able to have a girl like Mariska. I knew she wanted to fuck me, but that didn’t make me feel great. I knew that this was how it was supposed to be, but the fact that Scott had touched her, or been in her dorm room with her alone, sucked for me. I was in no shape or form to be with her, but Scott wasn’t either.
“Maybe I’ll just go to her room, instead,” Scott said with a smug grin and I remembered why I disliked him; he thought he could get whatever he wanted. “I mean she let you stay in her room. Why wouldn’t she let me? She can give me a kiss for good look in the morning before I go to the bus.”
And that’s when I knew that he was fucking with me.
“I knew you were a snake when I first met you,” I glared at him and ground my teeth. “Who bet you to pop Mariska’s cherry? Or, did you make the bet?” I asked him deadpan. Chase and Pierce exchanged a look, like they couldn’t believe I’d asked that question, but I had to know.
Scott bristled. “What are you talking about Hunter? Are you high right now?” I shot up from the chair, and his eyes told me that meant everything he’d said to me. He’d been waiting to accuse me of being under the influence. Chase stood between Scott and I.
“Scott, you’re out of line,” Chase said. Some other students and faculty looked at us, but when Scott and I didn’t push past Chase, they saw that he had it under control. Scott probably couldn’t believe that I’d had the gall to pointedly ask him about his intentions with Mariska.
“Don’t act like I am beneath you because I am an addict. I never denied what I am. You’re the only who couldn’t go two damn hours without any alcohol. You need to check yourself.”
I threw my book bag over my shoulder, took my empty cup, and threw it in the trash can as I walked out of the café.
I didn’t want to see anyone right now and since most people took the elevator, I jogged up the steps. When I reached the sixth floor, Chase was behind me and he waited with me the hallway. Classes would be out in ten minutes and then I’d be in Professor Mastrangelo’s class, where I’d be involved in a lively discussion.
“You did start with Scott first,” Chase started. I knew he’d see it that way. Too bad he didn’t see what I think Pierce saw, too, in Scott’s tone; Mariska was just another chick for him to say he’d conquered.
“Whatever, Chase. He didn’t deny it. He tried to turn it on me. He’s not taking her out anywhere or going into her room, if I have anything to say about it.”
“Whoa! Hunter, get a grip. Since when do you go all cave man for Mariska? You two don’t even talk.”
I tried a more important route. I couldn’t tell Chase about my feelings for his girl’s best friend, because I knew I’d get a lecture. Was I wrong for believing that Mariska’s first relationship should mean something? I didn’t want to point out how fucked up in the head he was after he lost his virginity because he’d just wanted to get it over with. I really hoped that wasn’t why Mariska let me go further when I’d been in her room.
“Did you ask him yourself if he bet with his friends that he’d be the guy she gave it up to?”
Chase shook his head. “Scott isn’t that kind of person.”
“Have a good game.” I left him and went into my class.
Mariska
SCOTT SEEMED LIKE HE’D been listening intently to the instructor and our group mates during Bio lecture and Lab. On Tuesday, he’d decided to be in my group and was flirting with me, but now I’d think that he didn’t like me anymore or want to take me out on a date tonight. I hadn’t shown I’d been aware of his distant behavior, because I’d been reliving my kiss with Hunter.
As I took some change out of my tote to get a bag of chips, Scott was next to me. I didn’t see his friends or anyone else near him, like I usually had right after our Bio classes on Tuesday or Thursday afternoons.
“Hey, Mariska,” he said with his head down. I reached down to get my bag of chips and I waited to see if he’d look at me.
“Hey, Scott. Don’t tell me you’re cancelling on me,” I said in a teasing tone. Slowly, his eyes drifted up to mine and he nodded. “Can you tell me why?” I wondered, not feeling the disappointment or sadness I’d thought I would.
“I didn’t tell you the real reason I asked you out in the first place.” His voice deepened as he went on, “My boys and I thought you were stuck up. Like you haven’t talked to any of the guys here and we’ve all been in school for three months. I figured, seeing how your parents were with you during move-in day that you didn’t get to…you know…or that you hadn’t had enough…”
“Sex, Scott,” I heard the hard edge to my voice, anger spiking through me. “You just wanted to sleep with me. You didn’t like me at all, did you? The shy act? The only thing that was true about our second date was that you’d taken every girl who required a little extra work, in your mind, to the restaurant, right?”
He nodded again.
“Were Chase and Pierce some of the boys who thought I needed to be thoroughly fucked?”
“Stop talking like that. It doesn’t sound right coming from you.”
I pointed my finger into his chest. “Don’t tell me how to talk. You can talk and laugh about my personal life with a bunch of dudes who can only get it if they pay for it. So, you answer me now.”
“Nah, Mariska. Chase and Pierce didn’t know. That’s why I didn’t talk about you like that when they were near me; we wouldn’t have gone out anywhere.” He shot me a meaningful look. “But they do now, because of Hunter.”
