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Rolling my eyes, I crumple it up and throw it behind me, tossing the condoms right behind me as well. How original. I hear snickers around me, obviously from those who thought this was pure gold comedy. I look down at my phone and see that I need to get to my next class. I pick up my bag and head towards Emerson.
Yay, biology.
Walking though the hallways, people are turning their attention towards me, staring at me, laughing and pointing at me.
Do I have a “kick me” sign on me back?
There are cat calls, hollering at me as I push through the students. I look back at someone whistling at me, “Take a picture! It will last longer!”
And then, once again, I’m on my ass.
“Do you fuckers just stand in the middle of the hallway?” I look up to see that I’ve run into Colt. His hazel eyes narrow at me through his black eyeglass frames.
Colt is actually the smaller of the three, but he’s still giant. His brown hair is gelled to short spikes, and his arms that aren’t as big as Douche Dax’s. His face is a little more square than Mason’s. And I’d put money on the rest of him being just as fucking chiseled as the other two.
He hovers over me as the people around us stop and watch the scene play out. Again, what the fuck? Is there nothing else going on that this is what stops the student body dead in their tracks?
Colt stands there, not saying a word to me. I stand up, thanking my lucky stars that I fell on my ass and didn’t proceed to use my hands to break my fall. I’d like my wrist to eventually heal.
“Are you not going to apologize for just standing in the hallway like a damn statue?” I get closer to him, having to strain my neck to look up. At five-three, it’s rare that I’m not having to look up at someone. “No words? Can we not talk? Do you not know how to say ‘I’m sorry’?”
He brings his head down, close to mine. “I don’t talk to insignificant trash.”
Remember when I said I liked him more than the others? Yeah. That’s not the case anymore.
I hate them all equally.
Colt saunters off in the direction I came from, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from saying anything further. So far, my ability to stay low isn’t working so well.
I’m like the goddamn bat signal.
When I stroll into class, I immediately try to find a table in the back corner. I’m praying none of the kings are in this class.
Of course, I can’t be that lucky, because as I pull out my notebook and biology book, I feel a tingle in my spine. I look up to see Mason staring at me. He runs over to the desk and slides in the seat next to me.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. What did I do to deserve this hell?” I roll my eyes and look back at the biology book.
“Aw, Red, is that any way to treat your number one fan?” He places a hand over his heart and frowns like I hurt him.
“A stalker is more like it,” I groan.
“How about that date? Come on. I’ll take you somewhere nice. You can get all dressed up. Wine and dine ya. Even bring you roses. What’s your favorite color rose? I’m going to go with black. You probably like black roses. Then you can come back to my place—”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll stab you in the eye,” I interrupt.
“I was going to say watch a movie, but okay. I guess you hate movies.”
“It’s not the movies I hate.”
He gasps. “Ouch. Red. Why so mean? What else does a girl from the wrong side of town have to offer except her pussy?”
My head snaps towards him. Mason isn’t usually that cruel.
“Wow. We are a bit bitter. Must suck that I won’t bow down to you and beg you to let me suck your itty-bitty cock. I’m sure you have plenty of willing holes that will fill that need. Now, please fuck off and don’t talk to me.”
There’s a flash of regret in his face. But he turns back without saying anything, so for the moment, I’m at least fine with the silence.
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