Page 13 of White Hole

The TRZ in the wall booth next to me bumped my shoulder. I believed his name to be Tyson after seeing him at the Lounge or a party a few years back. “Sweetheart. If you’re trying to talk to G, you may as well give up. The guy’s the definition of the silent type.” A few of his brothers sitting in chairs across the little tables from us laughed. “Isn’t that right, horse cock?”

Big G looked down at his beer. I stuck up for him. “Maybe he’s justshy. It’s okay, Big G. Or,” and I lowered my voice and head so only he could hear me, “horse cock.” G rolled his eyes and sat back. “Oh, does that annoy you?”

He finally contemplated my face, and my entire body heated down to my core. We latched onto each other’s gazes, tapping into them for a small eternity, pupils widening into black holes before he downed his second beer, never blinking away from my stare. I tried to swallow as my mouth went dry and my heart raced. Breaking our connection, he threw two ten-dollar bills on the table and stood up. Then he lumbered out the door while I scoffed. What an incredibly rude man.

I finished my martini and decided the night was over. Besides, the longer I sat there, the more appealing the food smells became. I needed to stick with my pre-made meals since I was training. Bidding goodbye to my friends, I planned to walk home and prepare one of Sharice’s dinners.

As I left the restaurant, the giant was getting into an enormous, pristine black truck with a light rack on top of the cab. Below the shiny front grill was a custom vanity plate that lit up. It was a picture of the phases of the moon. He noticed me watching him start his truck. Once I reached it, I had to jump back from the exit as he rushed out of the parking lot. When he passed, his license plate read “J3DI KNT”.

I arrived home annoyed and distracted. After eating, I performed my nightly routine and changed for bed. The frustration made my neck tense, my body yearning to relax. I pulled out my clit sucker from the bedside table.

Relaxing on my pillows, I tried not to picture Cale’s face. Instead, I remembered my weekend with Matt. Matt on top of my body. But Matt’s face morphed into a giant’s with a squared jaw and long, blond hair. With a thick neck and broad shoulders. And corded muscles. And a cock as big as a horse’s, long, fat, and veiny. Possibly uncut. He turned into Big G. I hated it, but I screamed in ecstasy as I reached orgasm, “G…” He didn’t deserve any space in my fantasies.

I couldn’t sleep. Irritation at my imagination lingered. Deciding I’d laid in bed long enough, I got up to study astronomy. Maybe something would stick. I attempted to memorize the pictures of the sky. When I looked out my window, I could see nothing that matched the pages in the book.

Slamming the text shut, I decided to watch more videos in preparation for my medical college admission test. It was coming up in a few weeks, and a near-perfect score was needed for the top schools in the country. Any time I hadn’t been training for the marathon or studying for my college coursework was spent preparing for the important test. Eventually, I became drowsy enough to return to bed.

The following day, I trudged through morning classes after a fitful night. I had nightmares about my car wreck and Barrett’s laughing face, blood streaming from his eyeballs. Enduring a Cale and Sydney make-out session almost made me lose my appetite for lunch. After grabbing a to-go meal from the cafeteria, I headed directly to the library to meet the astronomy tutor.

I pictured a lithe hippy girl who loved astrology—or a nerdy guy with a love of all things sci-fi. Perhaps I would luck out, and it would be an attractive professor type with a secret trust fund. Whoever it was, hopefully, I could absorb their knowledge by osmosis.

My note said to meet the tutor in section three of the dedicated open study alcoves. Rounding the corner at the prescribed location, I stopped short. The Goliath was sitting at the round wooden table, staring into a book. His body was so big that the table looked like dollhouse furniture. I checked the placard above the alcove. It stated, “Section 3”. Big G peered at me. His behemoth shoulders slumped.

I pursed my lips. “Hello to you, too. I’m supposed to meet someone here. Would you mind?” I held up a hand, waving to the rest of the library for him to leave.

Big G huffed. “Astronomy tutoring?” His voice sent waves into my bloodstream, vibrating my bone marrow with the sound of his bass.

Ugh, I felt sick. “No way.You’rethe tutor?”

Big G kicked out a chair next to him with his foot.

I glanced around, seeing if anyone was filming my reaction as a prank or if anyone else was available to teach me. We were alone in this area of the library. Sighing, I plopped into the empty chair next to him. “Well. I didn’t think you could speak.” He didn’t respond. “I’m going to make the best of this. I don’t care if you don’t like me.” I arranged my stuff on the table. “I wouldn’t have expected someone like you to be into astronomy. Or science. Or studying. How can you even tutor if you don’t open your mouth?”

Big G flipped open a map of the stars and smoothed it out on the table. He silently wrote on a piece of blank, white paper. Speaking into his lap, he said, “Astronomy is a science. Science is—”

“Are you seriously going to explain to me whatscienceis? Sir, I am in pre-medicine. A chemistry major. With a 4.0 grade point average. I think I have an enormous grasp on whatscienceis.”

“Then why are you failing?” He blinked at me. My jaw fell open. I was speechless. What a disrespectful prat. “Here.” He shoved the paper he had been writing on at me. It contained some mnemonics to aid with my studies. “You’ll need these.”

“Shoving a piece of paper at me isn’t going to do anything. I don’t know how experienced you are with teaching, but I don’t learn with rote memorization. I need tounderstandwhat I’m studying. And I need to pass this class with an A. Aren’t there some tools… There!” I pointed to the wall. “Use the whiteboard over there and show me. Draw something. Unless you don’t know what you’re talking about.” I glanced around the alcove. “Honestly, the whiteboard really should go over on that wall so one wouldn’t have to crane their neck to see it while sitting at this table. And these chairs aren’t conducive to long hours of study. Nevertheless,instructme. Go on.”

Big G snorted and mumbled under his breath.

“I’m sorry. What did you say?” My eyes blazed fire at the side of his face.

“Gabby. I said you’re gabby. Loquacious. Garrulous. Voluble. It means you talk too much.”

“And you’re rude. Taciturn. Reticent. Laconic. It means you don’t talk enough.” I shut my notebook. “I can’t learn from a meathead, anyway.”

“I’m not the one who needs help studyingstars, princess. Ms. Pre-med with a four-point oh.”

“Oh? Really?” The anger rose within me. I wasn’t about to hold back. “I think they call you ‘horse cock’ to cover up your bird brain.”

“Maybe you’d be better off studying interior design.” He sat back in his chair and put his arms behind his head.

I grabbed my bag and threw my notebook inside. “Screw you, asshole.”

Big G smirked at me as I darted out of the library.

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