“Pencils down. You're dismissed. Please bring your paper to the front,” Professor Roz announces, and I really despise him today for that pop quiz.
It wasn’t at all entertaining without Captain in English literature today. He sent a text just before class started, saying that the coach needs to see him. He asked me to take notes for him and basically told me I’m his lunch for the rest of the day. So I had to sit through the rest of class turned on and soaking wet. I’ll give him his notes all right, along with the jockstrap powder I stole. It might have come from his teammate’s locker, I wasn’t thinking straight with all the knowing gazes swinging back and forth between Granger and I. Talk about embarrassing. Oh my God, what if they all think I have a rash? You know what? I’m just going to have to blame Granger and tell anyone who asks that it’s for him. Yup! Awesome plan, go me!
Exiting the campus building, I take a deep breath of the Boston winter air with a smile on my face. I’m supposed to meet Granger for lunch at our café, so I start heading that way, my stomach growling. Halfway down the icy steps, I feel someone staring at me and glance up to see someone I really don’t want to be looking at.
What the hell is he doing here?
Tall, lanky, and beyond a creep, Donald Wellington is at the end of the sidewalk, leaning against his sports car, with sunglasses covering the eyes that I just know are looking me up and down the closer I get to him. Why me? Seriously, I don’t have time for this. I need to meet Granger, but I know if I dodge Donald, he’ll just keep showing up. Might as well see what he wants, even if he doesn’t deserve my time.
“What do you want?” I ask in an exasperated tone the moment I place myself in front of him with my hands on my hips.
“Get in the car, Kathleen. We have something to discuss,” the slimeball demands in a tone that sounds bored, like he doesn’t want to be here.
That makes two of us.
“Um no…I don’t think so. You're the last person I want to be near. Did my father send you? I’ll repeat myself one more time, I’m not marrying you.” My lip curls in disgust at the thought, and I’m about to leave. He remains silent without an expression on his face, as if he’s void of emotions.
“I think you’ll want to hear what I have to say… Don’t you want to know why your father is so desperate to have you back home? Besides, I’m a great catch. Charming, handsome, and extremely rich. Any woman would feel lucky to be on their knees in front of me,” he says, and steps forward with his hand gesturing to his car door.
“You really are disgusting, Donald. Thank God I’m not one of those women. I’d rather give my right boob away than marry you.” He doesn’t look too pleased at that, and looks down at said boobs with an arched brow.
“I like my women with more, how should I say this…more curves. Those aren’t double Ds, baby.” He places his hands in front of his chest to make his point.
With a huff and feeling sick in his company, I start to turn away, but he quickly grabs my wrist and stops my retreat.
“Aren’t you somewhat curious? What’s the harm in going for a ride so we can talk? Some information is better than none,” he implies with a smile that says he knows he has me caught and can see I’m weakening. The last time I told my father I was leaving, he wasn’t heartbroken.
“Fine, but just around the block, and I’m calling my friend before going anywhere with you.” I smirk with a confidence that wasn’t there a month ago and feel pleased with myself when his creep smile drops from his face.
Yanking my arm away from his grip and with a glare, I turn sideways to call Mary.
“Girls’ night hasn’t started yet, chica, but if you want to come by my dorm now…you might be waiting for a little while. I have a very naked, big, hot jock in my bed.” Leave it to Mary to answer her phone when she’s in bed with Beast. I know it’s him by his gruff muffled reply somewhere in the background.
“Later. Right now, I’m going for a ride around the block with Donald the weasel, because he has some information he claims I need to know about my sperm donor.” She goes quiet as I explain, and I can hear some shuffling in the background.
“I know I can’t talk you out of anything but be careful. I’m going to come get you in ten minutes by the library. If he doesn’t drop you off on time, I’m going to rip his dick off and stuff it up his butt. Tell him a Latina girl goes through with her threats. See you soon.” She hangs up, and I slowly turn back to Donald to see him staring with a look of horror on his face, trying not to cover his dick.
Even over the phone, Mary can be a tad scary. I’m not so sure girls’ night 911 was necessary, since Beast is in her bed, but that’s my Latina friend for ya—back and forth with her feelings.
“I take it you heard that?” He nods warily, and sighs loudly when I step around him to open the passenger door.
He beat me to it and opens the door while placing a hand on my waist to guide me in. After
