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“Oh, my god.” Jeanette’s voice was annoying as fuck when she screeched. “Isn’t that the girl who was watching us like a creeper a few days ago?”
I didn’t answer, just kept watching her as she trudged down the sidewalk.
“I could’ve kicked her ass for almost getting us thrown out of the library. How immature is that? I ought to confront her now so she’ll know she fucked with the wrong person.”
She started off after her, and I reached out, gripped her bicep and yanked her back. “Don’t even fucking think about it.” I realized my words came out sharper than I’d intended, releasing her arm before she got the wrong idea.
Regardless, she cooled her heels before she adjusted the strap of her purse, trying to regather some chill, because maybe she realized she was acting irrationally. And irrational wasn’t a look she wanted to present.
“Wait.” Jeanette had a thoughtful look on her face. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t.” I didn’t care what Jeanette thought. “Don’t blame her for getting caught. It was your crazy idea to stalk me down in the library.”
“In fairness, it was her fault for being there.” She shifted and toyed with the ends of her hair as if she didn’t hear what I said. “Anyway, I wanted to show you my dress so you’d know what color suit to wear for the formal.”
I peered down at her in distaste. “Not gonna happen.”
“What’s not going to happen?”
“This. The formal. Us. Find someone else.”
“Wait. You can’t be serious.”
“Very.” Glancing at the dark-haired book nerd from class, I started to walk off, but Jeanette clutched my arm. I narrowed my eyes down at her hand, clearly showing my disapproval.
“Don’t tell me you’re actually interested in her,” she said in disbelief.
Shrugging out of her hold, I warned, “Stay away from her.” I walked away, not caring, nor answering, leaving her staring at me like she was blindsided. I knew Jeanette; I knew her thought process. She couldn’t believe that I would ever choose a girl over her who she thought was beneath her. She was self-absorbed in that way. Fuck her. Let her work that out in her head. Maybe that’s why she kept pursuing me, not takingnofor an answer. She simply couldn’t believe I would have no interest in her.
Should’ve known to stay away from her. What we did had well run its course days ago, fuck… weeks ago. Hearing her voice still giving me grief, I put in my earbuds, cranked up the volume on my cell, and set off across campus. Regardless if we went together or not, Jeanette would be at the formal since she was a Delta Zeta and most of her sorority sisters would be there. Maybe she would take a hint and leave me the fuck alone if she knew I took someone else as my date.
Did it really matter who I asked? Perhaps asking the book nerd to be my date wasn’t such a bad idea. I just needed a date for the formal, and it literally could be anyone else on campus. It wasn’t like I was looking for a relationship.
The more the idea marinated; the better it sounded. At least I’d have zero expectations on having to put on a performance because she seemed like the type who’d faint dead away if she ever saw a dick. Which was fine with me because I wasn’t looking to fuck her. I just needed someone on my arm. Not someone to Hoover my dick and then expect a goddamn ring on her finger.
If anyone could mix the look of surprise with an eye roll, the sweatshirt-wearing, dark-haired book nerd did as I parked my ass in the chair right beside her at our following class.
“What?” I smiled mildly, looking around me. “Is this seat taken?”
She lifted a shoulder in indifference. I heard the rustle of paper as our pompous professor dug through his worn satchel and pulled out a stack of papers. He always seemed disheveled and disorganized and was an asshole to talk to. He really needed to work on his social skills. Not to mention, it would take another five minutes before class would actually begin.
Turning to watch as she perused her MacBook, I tapped my finger on the desk. “My name’s Axel, and you are…?” I waited while she typed on her laptop as if she didn’t hear me, but I’m fairly certain she did.
After a few ticks, she still hadn’t responded, and I leaned closer to her, seeing her twitch in response but committed to ignoring me. “Hey. What’s your name?”
“Not interested,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes on the screen.
She was a little presumptuous. I held in a chuckle. “Whoa. Hold up. Are you implying that I’m hitting on you?”
She kept typing like she was transcribing some important shit. What the fuck was she typing? Class hadn’t even started. I reached over and caught her hand, stopping her. She yanked it away and scowled at me. “I don’t know why you chose to sit beside me today, but I’m not in the mood to play whatever game you’re trying to play with me.”
“I don’t play games, little girl.”
Natalie
Little girl?“Excuse me?” I glanced up from my laptop. Why was Axel Thomas sitting next to me? Was this a prank at my expense? Was someone low-key pointing their cell in our direction, recording this interaction? Last class, he’d distracted me to the point I looked like an idiot when the professor called on me. What did he have planned today?
I peered around cautiously but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
