Eh, something I’d think about later.
My fingers typed away, pulling shit from my ass, and I was about halfway through my intro paragraph when my phone went off again. This time, it was a constant vibration, and since it sat on the desk near me, its buzzing rang through the air, alerting everyone around me. I received a few dirty looks and quickly grabbed for my phone again, turning the vibrator off.
Like, dude. Take a chill pill. I told him I needed time, and just because we fucked in the union didn’t mean I was ready to make any decision. It just meant I was weak for his dick. And his face. And his eyes.
Oh, God, those eyes…
No. My phone was going on silent, and it was going in my bag. Couldn’t see his temptation when it wasn’t in front of me. This bitch of a paper was going to get done tonight.
All of my brain cells went to finishing the first draft of this paper. I’d print it off, save it to my Google Drive, and have Mel go over it, marking down whatever she thought I should fix or work on. She was kind of like Ash in that respect, good at knowing what professors and teachers looked for when grading. I, unfortunately, did not receive that power when I busted out of my mother’s womb.
I was there, writing that dumb paper, for a few hours. Since the time had changed, and most of America had fallen an hour back, it now got dark extremely early. It’d be pitch freaking black by the time I wrapped things up here, which sucked. Nothing like the world being ready for nighttime when it was literally only six-thirty.
So stupid. If you asked me, they should just do away with the stupid time change. It just confused everyone, threw everyone off for a few weeks, made everyone complain about the early darkness. And then, in the springtime, we lost an hour and were miserable again.
Yeah, why not just stop doing it altogether?
Sometime during the counterargument paragraphs I’d tied my hair back. It was a mess after that session in the bathroom with Levi, not that I cared much. It was usually a rat’s nest anyways.
God, Levi was…impossible to resist, really. To say I was helpless when faced with him would be the year’s biggest understatement. I’d crawl to that man if I had to, and I was so not the type to crawl for anything or anyone.
Levi made me think things I never would’ve in any other situation. I was hopelessly, madly, desperately in love with him, but of course I would somehow pick the one guy I couldn’t just waltz around and be happy with. No, I had to go and find the one guy on this campus that had a shitty history with Mel, a guy who did some really awful things to her on purpose.
What kind of a friend did that make me?
A horny one. It made me a horny friend who would do anything to get laid by that thick cock and have his muscular body against mine.
Oh, yeah. I had it bad.
A sigh left me as I finished the paper and hit the print button. After I saved it to my Drive and logged off the computer, I went to pick it up, shoving it in my backpack before zipping it up and reaching for my phone, which I’d so unceremoniously shoved into the side pocket.
I began heading to the steps on the side of the library, checking my phone as I went. The moment I unlocked the screen, my heart stopped. I had almost a dozen missed calls from Levi, along with a bunch of texts.
What the fuck was going on now?
This wasn’t something a boy crazy about a girl would do. This was emergency level shit. Like, the world had just ended while I was stuck inside the library studiously working on my paper. This was how Ash’s phone probably looked after that night—not that I should ever compare that night to anything.
I didn’t know whether to listen to my voicemail first or read the text messages first. Halfway down the stairs, I decided on the text messages first, to get to the gist of it quickly. The last message he’d sent read: I’m in the library. Where are you?
My nose wrinkled as I finished the steps, rounding the corner to the first floor. He’d sent it literally a minute ago. Damn. This boy had been trying to reach me for the last two hours straight. What the hell was going on?
“Kelsey,” Levi’s rough voice called my name, snapping me out of my funk. His voice was the only sound in the lower level of the library, and the people working behind the front counter sent us both harsh looks.
Yes, how dare we speak in the lobby. Ugh. Cue eye roll.
“What’s going on?” I hissed as Levi grabbed my arm and dragged me outside, past the glaring people and out into the dark world of night. My eyes glanced back down to my phone, and I only caught a few keywords as I scanned the texts. Something about Dean being a dick, a video? What…
Didn’t we go through this a while ago? Guess what they said was true: old dogs couldn’t learn new tricks. If that fucker thought he was getting back at me for the kidney punch by releasing the video of me again, he had another thing coming.
He was slow to release his hold on my arm. Levi appeared strained, his eyes narrowed just a bit, their blueness holding a certain type of anxiety I couldn’t place. “I needed to talk to you, to tell you that I had nothing to do with it. I wasn’t going to sit back again
