Page 17 of No, For An Answer
Still not looking at him, I scoff. “You have the same GPA as I do dipshit. You don’t need me to school you in Psychology.”
“Stalking me I see.” Leaning back in his seat, he widens his legs just enough, so his knee rests against mine.
“Your stats are everywhere in this school,” I turn to face him again. “I don’t need to look you up. Now can you shut up so I can learn. Some of us don’t have a full ride scholarship and rich parents.”
“Ouch,” Jesse clasps his chest in feigned upset. “It’s not my fault my parents are rich,” he whispers as he leans in closer to me. I lean back away from him the moment his breath ticklesthe skin on my cheek. I need to get away from this asshole before I stab him to death with a blunt pencil. Just the sight of him makes me sick. As I said before, I know who he is, I’ve researched him too.
I know everything there is to know about this guy and everything there isn’t. His family have covered all of his personal life up but if you pay someone enough, they will divulge anything about anyone. Hackers really are amazing when you get to know them. They can find out all kinds of gruesome little things when it’s been redacted.
“I think you-”
“You think?” I cut him off. “That must hurt.” I close my books and begin to pack my things away. “Personally Jesse, I have neither the time nor the energy to speak to you. I’d rather gouge my eyes out with a spoon.”
“Miss Porter is there a problem?”
All eyes turn to face me as I look around the room. “No Professor, it’s just hard for me to hear back here with the continued talking coming from the dipshit next to me.” The class hums with chatter.
“Alright class, quieten down, please.” She looks between me and Jesse, her lips pursed. “There’s a free seat right in front, feel free to take that.” She points and I begin to squeeze my way through the aisle.
“Thank you,” I nod. I take the few steps down to the front of the classroom and park myself next to what I’m assuming is one of the smart ones. Considering his notepad looks exactly like mine, I smirk. Plonking myself down in the chair I open it up and turn to him. He looks at me, then down at my notebook and smiles softly.
“Nice notebook,” he whispers, his pen tapping the page.
“Nice penmanship,” I nod towards his writing. He gives me a tight smile and we continue to work in unison. The class goesahead without a single disturbance, and I couldn’t be happier. I might be here for revenge but that doesn’t mean I won’t be making the most of my time here. However, Jesse now noticing me makes me feel all giddy inside. My unexpected actions worked better than I thought. and pushed everything further along. If there’s one thing I know about him, it’s that he doesn’t take no for an answer.
Mia sits at the vanity desk applying her makeup. She seems to think I’m attending this ridiculous party at OBK tonight. Little does she know I have a date with Dracula.
“Can you hurry up we have to leave soon.”
“I’m not going to a frat party. Especially the frat house of the guy who’s balls I crushed earlier, not to mention Head Bitch will be there.”
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid,” she teases. If she knew just how unafraid I was, she’d have me committed. I mean, there’s a serial killer roaming university campuses removing the hearts of women he targets, and it’s not even filtered into my brain yet that I should be afraid. I can’t die yet anyway. Things to do and people to see. She shrugs.
“God damn it,” I groan. “Alright, one hour.” I hold up a finger and she squeals. “One hour I mean it, Mia, I have a pop quiz tomorrow morning.”
“Yeah, yeah. One hour got it,” she jumps up from the chair excitedly. “We leave in an hour so hurry up!” She moves my leg over, slapping my bare ass and making her way back over to the chair to finish getting ready herself.
This is going to be dreadful. I hate these kinds of things.
I take my time getting ready and soon enough, I look like a normal human being. Walking from the closet, Mia looks up from her phone and grimaces.
“Uhh, absolutely not.” Shaking her head, she reconnects her phone to charge and paces towards me. “There is no way you’re wearing that.”
I look down at my outfit. “What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s country looking,” she shakes her head. Turning me around to face the full-length mirror. “Can I dress you?”
“You said it was just a few drinks,” I slouch in her grasp.
“Honey… It’s a frat house. Meaning it’s going to be a big party.”
“Urgh,” I groan. “Fine… Whatever.” Mia jumps for joy, running into the closet and rummaging around her side looking for the perfect outfit. I lean over, picking up the image of me and Maisy. Brushing my thumb over her smiling face, I whisper; “I haven’t forgotten. I’m just having a little fun. I promise.”
“This is it,” Mia sings from behind me. As I place the frame back on the table facing my bed I turn around.
“Oh no,” I hold my hands up because there is no way I’m wearing that.
“Oh yes!” she squeals yet again, and I fall back onto the bed. “You’re going to look so fucking hot in this.”
