Page 11 of A Vicious Rumor

"Yeah?"

She gave me a lustful look and licked her lips before sticking her tongue way out. "What if I said I changed my mind?"

"I’d say you sounded desperate," I replied with a smirk before leaving her behind without a second thought.

I made my way towards the stairs, avoiding the couple doing whatever it was they were doing at the base of the stairs and started the climb. Scissors was a notorious playboy. His blond hair, good looks and easy going attitude was a magnet for the girls of the school. And he didn't limit himself just to the popular girls. No, he'd happily lavish attention on any woman who showed any interest. He was basically the golden retriever of the Academy.

That is if golden retrievers fucked every girl in sight.

His reputation preceded him, but it didn't seem to matter. The girls still seemed to flock to him, even though he never stayed with one for more than a week. It was as if he had some ability to make them feel like they were finally going to be the one to fix him.

I made my way up intricate tile stairs before finally turning down one of the outside corridors on the third floor. All the way at the end of the hall was Scissors’ private room. He'd never take a girl there, but he always took them to the guest room next door. That way he didn't have a long trek to his room so he could pass out.

I could hear their disgusting noises as I approached the door. Two of the worst people, doing the nasty together. Good Lord, if they accidentally created a life together the world would implode from the imbalance of gross.

I tried the handle, and it opened. Of course it did. Scissors wasn't known for his privacy. In fact, I was surprised that this early in the evening, he'd already taken someone upstairs. But, he'd had his eye on Meaghan for a while now. She was one of the few girls who attempted to hold out on him. I guess she felt like she needed a popularity boost after she obviously failed to capture my attention.

I pushed the door open and groaned, tasting the bile rise up in my throat at the scene that accosted me.

There was Meaghan, shirtless and tits out, on her knees in front of Scissors, sucking his cock like a five dollar hooker.

"Hate to interrupt," I said in a loud voice. "But, I've got some business with the girl."

Scissors turned to look at me and gave me a "what the fuck, man?" look, and I just shook my head.

Meaghan released his cock with a pop and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I knew you'd come back," she said, her speech still slurred from one of her many poor choices this evening.

"The fuck is it with you and your friend? I thought I made it clear on the cliff, I have no interest in fucking either of you, and I wouldn't let your filthy mouth anywhere near my cock. Some of us have standards," I said, making an obvious slight towards Scissors. It was dumb thing to say, especially since Paper wasn't here to break us up.

"The fuck does that mean?" Scissors bit back, as expected.

"Nothing, man. Told you, I got a beef with the girl, that's all," I said, trying to hurry things along.

Scissors reached down and pulled his jeans up, for which I was exceedingly grateful. "She's a little busy. We've got plans, you see."

Meaghan giggled before losing her balance and falling to the floor. The both of us looked at her and she started playing with one of her nipples. "Hurry up, Scissors. Otherwise, I'm not going to let you fuck me."

"Come back later, Rock," Scissors said, trying to sound authoritative.

"Not until I get what I came for," I replied.

"And what's that, exactly?"

"An apology. She broke something of mine. Something with meaning. Something real. Not that either of you would understand what that means," I spat.

"Say you're sorry, babe," Scissors said at Meaghan, who was still playing at trying to act sexy.

"Nah," she said with a laugh. "He's a dick, anyways."

Scissors turned back to me and shrugged. "Looks like you're out of luck. Now leave."

"Don't fucking tell me what to do," I replied, my anger increasing at the situation.

"It's my house, and you're interrupting my fuck session, so yeah, I'm gonna fucking tell you what to do," Scissors said, tapping both of my shoulders with his hands.

I looked at where he'd touched my right shoulder, then back at him. "Big fucking mistake," I said, before grabbing him by the throat and slamming him to the floor.

Idiot Meaghan finally decided to stop being a slut and screamed, running out of the room without bothering to put a top on.

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