Page 77 of Steeling Her
Five minutes. Five single minutes or two, two and a half minutes until I can leave. Happily.
Ryan has been on my case too, annoying the absolute fuck out of me; shouldering me any chance he gets, challenging me whenever I’m around. He keeps telling me that he’ll win her, but he won’t. He’ll never win her—never. She’s not a game, and I keep reminding him of that. But all it does is go in one ear and out the other. Man, is he dense.
The house has gotten worse because I’m on edge, my games have been off, and the fact that I can’t stand living with Ryan twenty four seven. He’s immature with his comments. One day, he dropped something and said, “Clean it up, bitch.” I cracked when the whole thing with Carter happened and nailed a punch right on his nose, making it look crooked and gushing with blood. I was quite happy with myself. That little fuck deserves everything I give him for talking to me like that.
Majority of the guys are on my side except for Rob, for obvious reasons. He may be standing by his brother, but I know he doesn’t agree with what he’s saying. I can see it in his stare when I give Ryan a piece of my mind. The “I’m sorry, but he’s my brother” look he sports every time his twin opens his mouth. I understand why he’s backing him up. If I were him, I would do the same.
But I need to have a talk with Rob about his twin’s attitude. It’s bringing the entire house down. A lot of negativity is charged in the air. All of the boys are on edge, waiting for the next round to happen between us. So far, I’m ahead by a long shot.
Pop. Again, I look over to the culprit even though I know she’s trying to get my attention. She and her friends smirk seductively at me while she slowly chews her piece of gum in a provocative manner. It’s been weeks since I’ve had sex, and it’s driving me crazy. Relieving myself isn’t cutting it anymore, and I need a release. A female touch—acertainfemale’s touch. Every time I think about that, I grow in length. It’s getting harder as the days pass, pun not intended.
“Alright, kids, your assignments are due on Friday at 5 PM sharp. No late hand ups or I will penalize you! Have a good day!” As those sweet words leave the professor’s mouth, I grab my stuff with my hands. I didn’t bring a bag today, I only had two lectures so there wasn’t any need for it. I race down the steps but the same girl steps out in front of me, pushing her ass against me. I don’t even remember her name. And I’m also not interested.
“Oh, sorry, Nick,” she says flirtatiously over her shoulder, sliding her handbag along the desk as she winks at me. I move around her quickly, not giving her the time of day. I need to see Carter. I push past the people exiting through the same door, maneuvering through bodies much smaller than me. As soon as I reach the hallway I practically sprint down, bumping into a few people. I apologize to them and keep going until I see the door flutter open and close with people forcing it to move.
I suddenly get yanked back by my jacket. I growl at who the fuck is stopping me.
Maya.
I must have done something horrible in my past life to deserve Maya constantly being on my case. She’s not taking any hints, along with the other girls who constantly stare at me. I must have a sign saying “Guy with a large dick in his pants” strapped to my forehead with all of these looks I’m getting—the “come fuck me” hooded eyes I get as I pass every single girl on campus.
I know I’m good looking. I’ve been approached many times by scouts from modelling agencies. But I also turn them down. When I say I, I mean my mom. She always says no, even though it’s pretty easy money.
“What is it, Maya? I have somewhere else to be!” I pull myself off her so she lets go of me. She rolls her eyes at my clipped tone, but do you think I care? Here’s a hint: No!
“Come over later. I haven’t seen you in a while.” She smiles sweetly at me, but I know it’s a ploy to get me to have sex with her. I can see right through her. She misses me and my little buddy. I don’t blame her. I’m good; screaming good.
“No, I don’t have the time, Maya.” Moving away from her, she races after me with her heels that are unnecessarily high in the old hallway. The clicks I’m hearing catch up with me.Why is she even in here? She’s a history major, not a science major. Maybe she’s that desperate to see me?
“Well, make time, Jackson! It’s been nearly two goddamn weeks!” she quietly yells, looking around at the crowd forming around us, parting as I walk to the exit. I ignore her pleading and keep walking, not caring about how horny she is. She can go and fuck Ryan for all I care, seeing as they’re so compatible with one another..
“Nick!” Maya yells at me in frustration. I swivel around to face her, leaning on the door. All eyes are on her, and people are still carrying on with conversations, but I know they’re listening. Some people don’t know the word subtlety at all.
“What?” I roll my head upwards, tired of all of this. She’s being so dramatic, and I don’t have time for this crap.
“Come by later, I’ll—”
“No.” I back out the door. I can see her face practically turn red. Fury is an understatement compared to the look on her face. I run back to the house to see if TJ went to his class or not. Seeing that he’s not in his room, I grab my wallet and keys and pace to the door, ignoring the taunts from Ryan.
“You know Ryan, for a guy who’s been beaten up by me many times, you’re pretty stupid for trying to keep this up. Next time, I won’t hold back and put you in a bed in the hospital, breathing through a tube with the help of a fucking MACHINE!” I threaten him.
“Yeah, well, at least I’ll be nearer to Carter than you, you asshole!” he responds.
I slam the door shut to make a statement to him to shut his mouth. I slip into my car to make the journey to see Carter. Haley is in class, and Danielle is too. Both of them will get TJ to drive them to the hospital later.
I park up in the car park after driving around for fifteen minutes trying to find a spot. I was getting frustrated because all I wanted was to see her, hear her. I miss her more than I wanted to admit, even to myself.
I unbuckle myself from my seat and step out into mild heat. After locking the car, I make my way to the elevator. Waiting for it to ding, the up triangle lights up as the steel doors part. I press the button for the lobby floor so I can get her flowers like I’ve done everyday. Once I reach the floor, I hurry over to the store to pick out colorful flowers and a protein bar. After the rigorous workout I did this morning, I need a lot of recovery for my muscles.
I place the items on the checkout table and the young cashier smiles at me. “Hi there.” She chews her gum and shows off her white teeth.
“Hi.” I grunt bluntly at her. Not to be rude, but I’m not interested in having a conversation with her right now. She goes red on her cheeks as she smiles, scanning the products on the counter.
“You visiting someone? I’ve seen you come in everyday this week.” She continues to not take the hint and flirt with me. I lick my lips, trying to hurry up.
“Yeah.” I keep it short and sweet.
“Well, you’re so sweet for buying flowers.” She bats her lashes at me and I send her one of my tight smiles.Oh my God, hurry up.
