Not hearing my approach, I stop in front of him. Jumping, he exclaims, “Oh, hey. You’re back,” while shoving his phone into his back pocket.
“If you’re here to get a few jabs in, go ahead and spit it out so I can get my things and leave,” I whisper looking at the floor where my backpack sits. Hardening my emotions in anticipation of his hateful words.
“N-no, I was making sure no one messed with your things. Your laptop is expensive and I know the other guys can be jerks; I waited and watched it for you,” he replies with a tilted grin raising one side of his lush full lips.
My eyes pop open wide in astonishment at his words, “Oh, um, ok. T-thanks, I think,” I mumble stuffing my pencils and laptop in my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. Seeing him still standing there I question, “Is there something else I can help you with, Kohl?”
“Oh, hey, you know my name,” he cheers with astonishment filling his bright ocean colored eyes.
“Everyone knows your name,” I deadpan. “Kohl Black. Starting point guard for the Fighting Berries.” He might be one of the sexiest men on the planet, I think to myself.
“Yes, I suppose they do. Tensanne Craig. May I walk you out?” he asks rubbing the back of his neck. I should be ecstatic he knows my name but almost everyone knows who I am after that photo circulated.
Prepared to tell him ‘no’, Dr. P steps out of his office, “Mr. Black, may I see you in my office please?”
“Next time,” Kohl grins to me with a wink, turning he follows Dr. P into his office. Stopping he looks back and calls, “Sorry the guys on the team are jerks. It was nice to-”
“Now, Mr. Black,” Dr. Parker insists. “Remember what I said, Ten? Use your head,” he tells me, closing his office door.
Sighing to myself, astonished at his apology and his ‘next time’ statement I wonder what Kohl’s angle is, why is he being nice to me? I fell for one sexy basketball player’s bullshit, I won’t fall for another one’s.
* * *
Kohl
“Hey Black, you comin’?” Chase yells.
Looking to her things set out on the desk and back to Chase, “Nah, man. I’m gonna hang here for a sec and talk to Dr. P about this new assignment. I’ll catch you guys later.”
“Whatever, man,” he waves, leaving the room.
“God, he’s a douchebag,” I mumble.
She shouldn’t leave her things sitting here like this. The MacBook she has cost too much to leave exposed to the hateful assholes in this class. I’ll just stand here and wait till she’s done. It’s the least I can do after everything she’s gone through these last few weeks.
I was glad to see her come into class today. I didn’t think she would come back after everything that happened. She was gone for three weeks. Chase laughed every day she didn’t show up. Boasting at his triumph for getting to the geek.
That picture. Holy shit, that picture is horrible and wonderful all at the same time. I about lost my lunch and got a raging hard on the first time I saw it. I’ve been watching her, in class, since the first day and I know she is a shy, quiet person. To be exposed like that, for someone like her, must have been devastating.
He’s such a dick. Arrogant, cocky and thinks he’s God’s gift to all women. I knew he was cooking up something in his fucked up brain. When we took the last test Tensanne’s perfect score threw off the grading curve, her score raised the class average landing him with a failing grade. Failing grades mean no basketball; no basketball means no scholarship. That’s why we always take classes together so the curve stays even and everyone passes. She screwed that up. Her perfect brain screwed up his perfect grade. He ranted for days about having to study because she’s in the class and how he was going to have to do something to get rid of her.
I never thought he would resort to something so cruel, but I learned a long time ago to never put anything past Chase. His spoiled rich boy demeanor and lawyer father have kept him out of trouble his whole life but if the school got wind of him being a part of child pornography scandal, I don’t think even his high-profile father could save his ass.
I love having her in class. She’s so smart and insightful, she knows the ins and outs of human psychology. She makes me work for my grade. There are times her questions even stump Dr. P. Her voice is light with a musical quality that hums through my ears like a symphony.
She sits right at the top of my ‘fuckin’ scrumptious fantasy list’. Always wearing yoga pants that cling and sculpt her plump round ass and thick lush thighs. Her silky dark hair swept back into one of those messy buns, girls like to wear, accentuating her round face. It makes me want to release it, wrap it around my hand and pull while I take her from behind. More than once I have daydreamed about her while Doctor Parker droned on during class. Her warm brown eyes popping behind those black frame glasses she wears. Her tits, my god, she has magnificent tits. That picture highlighted her cleavage and I want to sink my face into it and do the world’s largest motorboat, where I put my face between them and rapidly shake from side to side while yelling. Huge, wonderful breasts
