Page 6 of Resist Me

“Uh, okay. That’s fine.” He turned his attention to Lincoln. “We can reschedule.”

“Yeah, we can do that,” he replied.

“Ugh, you’re a peach,” I told Frank. “It’s not every day I have to tell a man that I’m carrying his child.”

They both stared at me, one in confusion and the other in frustration. I smiled and rubbed my hand on my stomach.

“He has a habit of not wrapping it up,” I went on. “I told him, ‘Linc, let’s not be reckless.’ But he had to go and be reckless.”

“Okay, I’ll text you,” Lincoln said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door.

“It was nice to meet you, Frank. Maybe I’ll name our bastard child after you.”

We made it outside, but he didn’t stop. He continued dragging me along until we were on the side of the building. There was a dope, red motorcycle parked there and I wondered how hard it would be to ride. It was one of those sports bikes that could easily turn me into cream corn on the highway.

“What is your problem?” he demanded, whirling on me.

“Problem? You needed saving, so I came in and put on an act for the damsel in distress.”

“Can’t you just be agreeable for once?”

“I am agreeable.”

He snorted and turned around. My mouth dropped open when he swung his leg over the bike. I would not be impressed. Or jealous.

“I didn’t even know you were gay,” I noted, leaning back against the brick.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Sure, I guess. Are you not out?”

He let out a dry laugh. “If I wasn’t out, would I go on a date in a public place near campus?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you’re not very smart.”

“Mhm.”

“Are you ashamed of it?”

He gave me an exasperated look. “No. Just because I don’t advertise my life to the world doesn’t mean I’m ashamed. If someone asks, I’ll tell them.”

“Interesting.”

“Right. Thanks for the save or whatever.”

“So, this favor you owe me… You didn’t specify any conditions, which was a mistake on your part. I could ask you to drive your bike off of a bridge.”

He started his motorcycle without a word. I watched him as he backed out of the space and left the lot. What a weirdo.

Since it’d be awkward to go back inside to fake a miraculous pregnancy, I decided it was time to face Kai’s wrath. The drive back to campus only took five minutes and when I reached the dorm, I didn’t even have to knock. He was standing outside of his door, arms crossed and a furious look on his face.

Kai was like a dog, always watching people through his window. He probably saw me as soon as I entered the courtyard.

“Before you say anything-”

“Keys,” he interrupted, holding out his hand.

I dropped them into his palm and he turned around. I followed him into the room and stood there with my hands in my pockets, feeling a bit like a scolded child. Sen was sitting on the bed; his eyes widened slightly when he saw me.

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