Dean was clearly caught off guard, for all he managed to say was, “I only said hey.”
“True, but it’s your attitude.” The girl did a hair flip, causing her long, wavy brown hair to fall down her back instead of over her shoulder. She had tanned white skin, dark eyes that could see everything. “I don’t need to talk to you longer to know it’s true.” She shrugged, moving around him and plopping herself down in a table not even five feet from us. “And besides, why would I want to talk to you at all when you’re clearly overcompensating for something?”
Everyone else found her statement to be the most hilarious thing they’d ever heard, although Dean managed to frown.
“Bye, Felicia.” The girl waved us off.
It was probably a good thing that our order came up right then, the worker calling out Dean’s name and stopping him from saying something else that would only end up getting him in trouble.
Dean said nothing, going to grab a few of the pizza boxes, the others picking up what he couldn’t. I stood in the back of the group, waiting for them to leave. I lingered near the table, causing the girl to glare at me.
“What are you hanging around for?” she asked. “Are you waiting for me to tell you what’s up too? Tall, dark and brooding might’ve worked ten years ago, but in today’s age, you’re just creepy.”
Bold and defiant. I decided I liked her.
I leaned down, setting my hands flat against the table in front of her. I was well over six feet, so with her sitting position, I towered over her easily. I also worked out a lot too, so I knew my body was intimidating. Try as she might not to notice it, she did. Her eyes, narrowed as they were, studied me and my hunched-over position.
“Careful,” I warned her. “Dean might be overcompensating, but I’m not.”
She had a comeback ready, “If there’s one thing you should know about me, Blue, it’s that I’m not careful.”
Blue? Calling me Blue because of my eyes? That was a first.
I gave her a slow smile, hoping it affected her greatly; I didn’t whip out my smile for just anyone. These days…I hardly had the energy. I hated it here, but maybe this year could be better than last year. Maybe this year could be a turning point for me. Everything that happened last year…I wanted to forget.
Sigma Chi was a shitty fraternity, and its members were not the kind of people you’d want as friends. Let’s leave it at that.
“You should be,” I warned, meeting her dark eyes. She refused to back down, staring right at me like she owned the world, even though I stood in the superior position. “You should be very careful when it comes to me.” I didn’t know this girl’s name, and yet I was warning her to stay away from me.
Warning her to run for the hills. Warning her to turn tail and head in the opposite direction, to leave the room whenever I entered it. I’d only end up hurting her, just like I hurt everyone else. Still, I couldn’t help but feel like this girl, whoever she was, would be a fun challenge.
No. I wasn’t like Dean. I had to remember that. Sometimes it was difficult, putting distance between my instincts and what was right. I’d lost myself last year, and this year I needed to turn a new leaf. No fucking up this year. No hurting anyone.
“Trust me, whatever you’ve got, I’ve seen already,” the girl stated with a shrug. She glanced over her shoulder, at my so-called friends who waited for me near the side entrance to the union. Dean was busy glaring, and the others were gesturing for me to hurry it up.
I straightened my back, no longer leaning on the table near her. I gave her a smirk. “You’ve never seen a man like me before.” I knew she’d have another comeback ready, and that’s why I chose that particular moment to walk away, not giving her the time or the opportunity to say it.
Walk away before things got messy, that was something I needed to learn how to do.
Unfortunately for the both of us, fate had tied us together from that brief encounter, and I was about to learn that this year would be just as bad, if not worse, than last year.
Chapter Four – Kelsey
I didn’t know who the hell that guy thought he was, but I knew his type. He was the kind of person who thought he could never do any wrong, the kind of guy who thought his dick held all the magical qualities any girl could ever need. A magic dick. A penis of healing. Addictive semen or something.
Honestly, at this point, I didn’t know why certain guys thought they were hot stuff, but I was inclined to tell them off constantly. The popular guys were never my type, anyway. Fun to mess with, sure, but anything more? No fucking thank you.
Still, I might’ve made fun of his looks, but that last one especially was attractive. Drop-dead gorgeous in a way no girl with eyes could deny. The kind of guy who immediately made your panties wet and your gut warm with possibilities. To which I’d only say: down, Bessy.
I sat by myself for a few minutes. I saw Mel peek her head around the corner further down the union, and I gestured for her to come over. The guys were gone, having left—including that hot straggler—so there was no reason for her to act so…weird. Like she wanted to avoid those guys at all costs. I’d have to ask her about it, for sure, but
