I kind of liked the thought of my cum staining her panties, but I kept that thought to myself. Instead I said, “I could go to the library with you, if you want.” It had gotten too cold outside to play basketball, and I wasn’t really getting along with my fraternity brothers now, anyway. They’d moved their games inside the rec, but I didn’t want anything to do with them.
“Hell no,” Kelsey was quick to say, “I actually need to get some work done today. It’s almost Thanksgiving break, you know, and after that a bunch of papers are due, and then exams…ugh, who thought college was a good idea?”
We both grabbed our bags. “No one, but I hear employers want degrees these days.”
“Yeah,” she scoffed, “they require them, and then they’ll pay us minimum wage like the greedy fucks they are.” She was the first out of the bathroom, and I followed her. Might’ve given a group of girls who stood near the apparel shop something to talk about, but hey, if Kelsey didn’t care, I didn’t care.
I was done caring about anything other than her.
“Don’t forget about the part-time positions,” I said, walking with her to the front doors of the union. The sky was grey above me, but I couldn’t care less, because inside the sun was shining, and I was as happy as I could fucking be.
“The fuckers,” Kelsey muttered. She shot me a look, her eyes falling to my feet and sluggishly making their way up, as if she had to check me out one last time. If we weren’t together, she wouldn’t see me until our next bio lab. “I’ll see you around, Blue.” And then, with her fingers hooked in her bag’s straps, she walked away, pep in her step that drew my gaze to her round, full ass.
I always did love watching her walk away.
Since I had nothing to do, I went back to the house. Took my time in walking there, and I probably grinned like an idiot the whole walk back. It was strange, almost, being so happy. Being content. I knew what we did didn’t mean we were together again, but it meant it was possible. It meant she was willing.
It meant she cared about me as much as I cared about her.
As I stepped into the house, I remembered her calling me Blue. The only thing better than that was hearing her moans while I was inside of her.
Dean was in the process of walking out the door, a duffel bag over his shoulder, the moment I came in. He took a giant step back, giving me a wide girth as I came in and headed for the stairs—probably because his face still looked like shit. The bruises were slowly healing, but I’d gotten him good.
No. I wasn’t going to give that bastard the time of day.
Of course, looking back now, I should’ve known better. That one always had to make everything about him.
Chapter Ten – Kelsey
Writing papers was never my jam. During high school, I always skated by on mostly Cs, with a few Bs sprinkled in. Very rarely did I ever get As. A D every now and then…but that’s where my parents drew the line and suddenly cared about my grades. They’d be happy with Cs, so that’s what I strived for.
Probably not the best mindset, but eh, it worked.
Ash was smart. She aced her tests and her papers without even trying. Its why my application to Hillcrest was one of the first ones to be rejected. We’d both signed up just for kicks, neither one of us actually thinking Hillcrest would choose us. We were wrong, of course.
I stared at the computer screen, at the word document that I’d opened when I’d arrived. I had a few different tabs open on the internet, trying to find good scholarly articles to use. Scholarly articles were the bane of my freaking existence. For real.
Well, maybe homework in general.
Time crawled by slowly as I did my research like a good student. Outlining and creating a works cited page were also two things I hated, along with actually writing the paper. The only part of it that I enjoyed was when I turned it in and officially washed my hands of it.
Literally, there was nothing about school that I enjoyed. It was basically work that you had to pay for. I mean, how fucked up was that? It wasn’t like I’d really use my newfound knowledge of algae and microorganisms in the real world. So stupid.
My phone vibrated, and I checked the sender of the message with a quick glance. Levi.
Jesus Christ. I’d told him what we did didn’t mean we were together. Why the hell was he texting me, especially so damn soon? Have some chill, bro.
I didn’t look at the message, refocusing on my paper. I cracked my knuckles, finger by finger, something which my mom hated—which, to be frank, was why I did it so much—and got to work on the intro paragraph.
I hated how these things followed set rules. An introductory paragraph ending with your three-pronged thesis—which was basically the rest of your paper compounded into one long, run-on sentence. Then three separate paragraphs explaining each bullet point in your thesis. And, of course, some teachers wanted you to throw in another paragraph after that with a counterargument and a counter to the counterargument. Then the conclusion.
Like, bitch. Come on. These days, who had time to care about shit like that? Writing papers like this was just a hassle, made even worse by the fact I didn’t have my own laptop.
Hmm. With Ash mad at me, there was no point in lounging around at home during breaks. Maybe I’d try to find a part-time job and save up. It would certainly help me
