James
Standing in the hallway like a clueless statue looking for what class had Film studies, I heard my phone buzz which I guessed was another missed call from Cassie. Shit. How do I explain to these girls?
Every one always agreed to a non committal relationship but ended up catching feelings.
What was a subtle way of explaining to her those two nights didn't mean anything?
Or maybe I was being too rude. I should call her back to tell her in a slick manner. Cassie was sweet to me and tried to please me, even when hurting. I'd give her that.
My phone buzzed again and I ignored it, heading down the hallway.
People sucked at descriptions. That or I was a sucker for taking it. Didn't the fat dude downstairs say the second floor and last door to my right? I was on freaking there and happened to barge into a group of students having a meeting.
And then, my intuition led me to the left but still didn't find it. Not until I spotted a petite girl with a pretty face. I caught her looking at me too with her cheeks slightly flushed a shade of red like her hair. I started toward her.
"Hey." I breathed out and almost chuckled, shaking my head at my cluelessness. "Do you happen to know where Film studies class is being held?"
A wide smile spread on her lips. Just then I decided to check her out. Nice legs on a mini skirt. Her hair cascaded down her back, gracefully . There was a look she gave me that was captivating. I didn't know if it was her flirting or just how she looked but it was hot.
My mind was filled up with ideas already.
"I'm Jane." Bloody hell was!
"So, Jane..." I cleared my throat. "Do you know where the class is?" I ran my hand into my hair and wore a smirk.
"Yeah. First floor." She bit her lips softly. For a minute, I was stunned. It took a lot from me not to imagine what could be achieved with those pouty lips of hers, but I composed myself.
I'd like to think I didn't just go for girls who openly wanted me. I liked chasing, although I was way too good for that and Jane right here, was a testimony, coquetting with me.
"Thanks, Jane," I said, thoughtfully before whirling around, headed to the designated direction when she scurried to my back. I turned to face her and she handed me over a note with her dials scribbled on it. When I cocked an amused brow, she answered with a coy smile before decamping.
She was straight, manageable and cute. Every Jane needed saving, but today, I had things to do with my time, I convinced myself.
After my dad's threat about cutting my credit cards, I decided to be good. Good meant going to classes early since my uncle wouldn't stop being on my dick.
People shouldn't be forced into doing things because-- they ended up doing it wrongly. I knew the kind of fulfillment that came with going to school and having a dream but just because I wanted to chill and have fun all day didn't mean I wouldn't have a future. That should be told to Uncle Sam since his thirty-year-old self won't focus on his dead ass life but has made someone else's son an object of torture.
I still didn't understand why my dad had gone this extra mile. Probably because of the distance
As I watched through the windows the class I had been searching for, my phone beeped for the millionth time and I swear I was going to be nice to Cassie and tell her, 'It's not happening', but it hadn't been Cassie all along but Riley. Riley that had been blowing up my phone with pictures of her delicious body in lacy lingerie.
Fuck.
I closed and opened my eyes back to stare at her pictures. She was gorgeous and one with a tempting body. Her bra had been pushed down to show more cleavage than necessary --not like I was complaining. It was a great view.
Riley>> Love me?
James>> You're so hot.
Riley>> Come see me?
My hands digged into my hair. I looked over at the class and then at Riley's text. There was really not much to think about. I dipped my phone into my jean pocket and twirled.
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