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Bhodi
New chick is hot. Pretty sure she’s crazy. But hot. I’m wondering if I can tap that and escape unscathed, or whether she’s a full blown, bat shit psycho and will try to boil my bunny when I hit and run. If I had a bunny.
It’s always the ones with the funky hair that are wildest in the sack. The more colours in their hair, the wilder they are. And that chick had more colours than I can count.
Which means I didn’t hear a word of the prof’s speech because I was fighting to keep my dick under control throughout the entire lecture. When you’re as big as me, trying to keep a low profile is damn near impossible, and trying to hide an erection as large as mine is no mean feat.
I don’t even know why I sat in her seat. Maybe to rile her up. I’ve missed classes all week, but I keep sticking my head in to keep an eye on who’s around. This chick always arrives early and sits in the same seat and I thought it would be fun to fuck with her, to get her to notice me, so I got here even earlier than her to nab her spot.
I didn’t expect her to make such a scene, or to end up nearly in tears about it. I kinda felt bad until she put me on the spot like that at the end of the lesson. If the prof found out that I hadn’t been taking notes in his lesson, I’d have been in deep shit – despite his insistence that the job comes first. Keeping up appearances means everything to him, and he rides my ass harder than any damn real professor I ever had.
So I threw her under the bus and twisted some truths – like how she was touching me when it was definitely the other way round.
She didn’t seem to mind the touching though. I swear, whenever I touch her – which is pretty much every time I’m within two feet of her because I can’t seem to help myself – she leans into it. I don’t miss the delicate little sighs she gives either. She digs it. I’d even go as far as to say she wants me.
But I’ve probably blown that now.
I thought she was going to hit me. I could tell she wanted to, but she surprised me by turning on her heel and walking away. She’s got bigger balls than me, that’s for certain. Not sure I could get that angry and walk away.
“What was all that about?” the prof asks.
“Oh, nothing. I was just teasing her. I’ll find her later and apologise,” I say dismissively.
“Make sure you do. Last thing we need is some little chit going to the head of my department and making waves right now…and keep your dick in your pants. I saw how you were looking at her,” he chastises. “We have more important things to focus on.”
“Aye-aye, boss,” I give his back a one-fingered salute as I leave.
The prof might be the boss of this mission, but he’s not the boss of me. I can stick my dick anywhere I damn well please, and he has no say in it. Well, unless I was gonna stick it in him, but I'm not planning on doing that anytime soon.
I take off across the quad, hurrying to catch the crazy haired chick. I try calling out to her but “Oi!” doesn't seem to work and I never bothered to learn her name. I almost have to break into a sprint to grab her, and when I manage to clamp my hand down on her shoulder and spin her to face me, a terrified scream escapes her. My ears almost bleed from the onslaught, and I instinctively clamp my hand over her mouth to silence her as my eyes bug out.
“Shut up! You can’t scream like that when a girl just got killed on campus. You’ll have everyone thinking I’m a damn killer or some shit.”
Huge, startled brown eyes stare up at me but she doesn’t respond. I remove my hand and take a small step back, and she frowns at me as if she’s just realised who I am.
And then she removes her earbuds and I catch wind of ‘Crawling’ by Linkin Park. Oh. That explains why she was ignoring me then.
“What?”
“I…” I have no idea what to say. Why did I run after this chick again? Fuck. It’s like I couldn’t help myself and my feet brought me here of their own accord.
“That was a real…dick thing to do!” she growls at me.
“Sorry, I called out to you but you didn’t hear me. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Not that! Back there! Why did you say all that stuff to our professor like that? It wasn’t even true!”
“Look…” I falter.
“Malia! My name’s Malia-Tarni. You might try it rather than ‘oi’ next time!”
Oh, so she did hear me then. I could get shitty about it, but I guess she has a point.
“Hi Malia, I’m Bhodi, and I'm sorry I was a dick before.” That’s why I’m here. The prof wanted me to apologise.
“I know who you are, and which time?”
“How do you know who I am? Been checking me out?” I throw her a flirtatious grin but she doesn’t return it. Her face is flat, her eyes hard. “No? Ya not feelin’ me?”
