Page 20 of No, For An Answer
“Since I kicked his brother in the dick apparently.” I take a sip, my lips curling in disgust as I hand it back to her shaking my head. “Eurgh, no, not for me.” Stepping away from me,Jesse opens the fridge, pulling out a bottle of ice-cold water and handing it to me with a wink on the end.
“Thanks,” I smile. I unscrew the top and take a sip.
“What did Professor Danvers want anyway?” Mia questions as she watches Jesse place his arm back around my shoulder. I’m surprised at her reaction. She’s been here longer than me so there’s no doubt she knows what he’s like with girls.
“Danvers was here?” he looks down at me, screwing his face up in disgust.
What’s his problem?
“I bumped into him outside. I’m his TA. He just wanted to run a few things by me before our next lesson,” I reply, looking at Mia who’s focussed on the arm around my shoulder. I slowly scan the room, noticing more eyes on me than I expected. I’m just waiting for the right moment. If it doesn’t happen naturally then I’ll make it happen.
“Fuck that guy,” Jesse hops up onto the kitchen side. That’s when I see her. The brunette with the green eyes. Walking in like she owns the place as her two little cronies follow in behind her. She grabs a cup from one of the other girls and drinks it back in one go. Ginger takes hold of her wrist and I watch as she looks at me while whispering into her ear. I lean between Jesse’s legs, propping my forearms up onto his thighs as I dangle the bottle of water from my fingertips. Here we go.
“You don’t like him?” Tipping my head back slightly so I can see Jesse.
“Who we talking about?” another guy asks, and I look towards him.
“Danvers,” Jesse throws back with venom.
“Yeah, that dude’s crazy weird,” he takes a sip of his beer. “I heard he’s unable to keep his hands of young girls.”
“Oh really?” Acting innocent because I know that’s a fact. He’s fucking me after all, as sickening as it is. But I can’t deny he fucks me better than I’ve everbeenbefore.
“I don’t see it. He’s always been really nice to me,” Mia shrugs taking a sip of her drink.
“He just gives off that rapey vibe I guess,” the other guy says as he looks at me and frowns. “Oh shit. I just realised where I’ve seen you from. You’re the girl who socked Marcus in the dick right?”
“I guess that’s me,” I roll my eyes, taking a sip of the water.
“Troy,” he holds out his fist and I bump it.
“Ashley.”
“Jesse,” sings the brunette from beside me as she walks over. “Let’s go have some fun.” She holds out her hand to him. I look at her hand but refuse to move. Little Miss Francesca Lopez.
New player has entered the game.
“I’m good here Fran. Go find Jacob, I’m sure he’s free.” Fran looks me up and down in disgust and I do everything I can not to sock her in the mouth. I didn’t want to be in this fucking university in the first place. But with everything that’s happened, with the things I found out after the fact, that’s why I’m here. The quicker I get this over with, the quicker I can move on. The quickerwecan move on.
“He’ll be back when he’s bored, honey.” She narrows her eyes at me. Her sickly-sweet valley girl accent sings through the air. Making me wonder how the fuck she got into a school like this. She sounds like a fucking idiot. Clearly daddy paid for her to be here.
“The difference is I won’t allow him to.” I look at my nails. If she’s going to accuse me of something, I might as well play into it.
“Won’t allow him to what?” she huffs crossing her arms and looking at me confused as hell.
“Get bored.” I stand up straighter, looking her dead in the eyes. Ready to taunt her. “Not that I plan on fucking him but,” I slide a piece of her hair through my fingers as I lick my bottom lip. “I might justlethim fuck me in the ass for fun.” A slow grin creeps up my face. “Then we’ll find out justwhohe’s going to keep coming back to. Me, or your raggedy ass snatch.” Ending the sentence with a wink. I notice the room go eerily silent as I lean back into Jesse.
“You little bitch!” She lunges for me, I lift my leg up, pressing the sole of my trainer to her stomach as I lean in and smack her with my free hand. She grabs onto my ankle, yanking me from Jesse’s hold and down to the floor with her. I drop the water bottle as my ass hits the tile floor of the kitchen with a thud and I swear I’ve broken my tailbone.
All the while, I’m hysterical with laughter. Watching her rage out is hilarious to me and the fact that women do this over men on a regular basis confuses me more than it should. Why fight over something so insignificant? Rolling on top of me I grab onto her wrists and continue to laugh.
The blood from her nose coating the top of her lip, and her once white teeth are now covered in red. Droplets of blood splattering my chest and face. She manages to slip a hand free, and I brace myself for the hit. She slaps me clean across the face and I feel the moment my lip splits. Both the girls who came with Fran stand there, clapping and cheering as we fight.
“Fucking whore!” she screams.
I continue to laugh. “That all you got?”
“Shut up!” She screams again. I push her back slightly, grabbing onto her hair and dragging her to her feet as I get to mine. Pulling my hand back as far as it will go, I lean into it and slap her round the face just like she did to me. She pirouettes and hits the kitchen counter.
