Were those the students she had trouble with last semester? Or did she have a crush on one of them? I’d only gotten a quick glance, but they were cute.
I followed her around the corner. We stood near restrooms. Judging from the look on Mel’s face, she was about to be sick. Her skin was paler, her eyes glazed over. “Hey,” I broke into her thoughts, causing her to quickly look at me. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said. “I just don’t want to go over there until they’re gone.”
I took a few steps back, peering around the corner. The guys were having too much fun talking to each other and laughing; they didn’t notice us, or how awkwardly Mel had darted away. “Why? Do I need to punch some dicks? I’m down for it—”
“No,” Mel said quickly. “No. No dick-punching.”
I looked back at her, sending her a frown. “Then tell me what you want. I’m feeling the need for pizza right now.”
“Kelsey,” Mel muttered. “I don’t—”
“I’m going, so you better tell me right now if you want any dicks punched.” I wasn’t the kind of person to back down. I was as stubborn as they came. Ash would vouch for me, if she was here, but since she wasn’t, Mel was just going to have to learn that fact herself.
When Mel said nothing, only shot me a pleading look, I shrugged, spun on my heel, and marched around the corner, acting as if I’d just come from the bathroom. I ran a hand through my hair, messing up its brown lengths, heading right over to the pizza place.
There weren’t many students sitting in the cafeteria, nor were there many at the other food places. It was pretty much only me and the group of guys. Five of them, to be exact. Typical college boys, too. A bit too preppy, a bit too put together.
What could I say? Me and Ash were the same when it came to guys. We both liked them unavailable, unattainable, and messy. The messier the better. Sex was always better when it was wild, anyway.
Chapter Three – Levi
A part of me wished I didn’t come back, but I’d be at SCC for one more year. One more year, dealing with the bullshit, and then I’d be gone. I still had to pick a different college to go to, but I figured I’d have plenty of time between classes to sit down and make the decision. You could theoretically go all four years at SCC, but I didn’t want to. I wasn’t a huge fan of this place, or the people in it.
That was, I guessed, partially my fault. You were who you associated with, and I associated with people who I would’ve been friends with a few years ago, back in high school. The Sigma Chi fraternity just looked good on paper. It was mainly on my mom’s insistence. Being a part of a fraternity meant I showed a willingness to be a part of a team, or something. I didn’t know. Some bullshit excuse, and since my mom was basically paying for me to be here, I had no choice but to listen to her and do as she wanted.
I might be miserable now, but when I had less debt than these other losers, I’d be the one laughing.
I didn’t really get along with my fraternity brothers either. They were dicks, but I guessed that meant I was a dick, too. Oh, well. I didn’t care about that too much.
I stood with Dean and the others, waiting for our pizzas to be ready. Dean was busy telling everyone what he’d gotten up to over summer break, how he’d hooked up with his cousin’s friend or something. Dean usually told stories like that. He was the definition of a manwhore, and I pretended to pay attention to him, just like the others did.
The truth, though? The truth was I didn’t give a single shit about who Dean hooked up with. I didn’t care what his tally was over the summer. These guys…all they cared about was pussy. Pussy was nice, but I didn’t think it merited discussion every fucking hour.
Like, come on. Have a personality. It wasn’t that hard.
Dean paused in his story, his black-haired and dark gaze whipping to the side as a girl rounded a corner and headed right for us, probably to order herself some pizza. “Fresh meat,” Dean muttered, causing the others around him to chuckle. I didn’t laugh. “She’s not exactly my type, but…”
Who was he trying to kid? Every girl with a wet cunt was his type. Dean didn’t have standards.
Dean said nothing as the girl walked right by, heading to the counter. She placed her order, paid with her meal card, and was about to sit on one of the nearby chairs to wait, but Dean slid in front of her before she had the chance.
“Hey,” he said, his voice smooth, suave. Combine his voice with his face and his body, and he was a weakness to a lot of girls. “New on campus this year?”
The girl’s full lips puckered into a frown, and she checked him out, blatant about it. It was…odd to see a girl look so pissed off and intrigued at the same time. “Yeah, but I’m guessing you’re not since you’re acting like the big dick on campus.” Her bluntness caused some of the guys to laugh.
Me? I merely checked her out in a new light. I couldn’t say whether or not I’d ever heard any girl talk to Dean like that. Usually they fell on top of each other to
