His Booty Call

He can't see me."You have to live a little," Roxana says. She is seated on my left. Her seat is near the window.I can't take my eyes off him.I nod, "Mmmh.""So you are coming tonight?" Her voice is full of excitement.He runs his hand through his hair. His eyes fixed on his phone."Where?" I have no idea what she is talking about."Back to school party, duh!""No." "It's our last quarter on campus, you should have fun. Otherwise, you will be graduating still a virgin."He can't even avert his gaze. He never looks at me."Did you hear what I just said? And what is that you are looking at?" She moves to get a better angle.She follows my gaze."Quinn, such an eye candy. Don't start fantasizing he is out of every girl league except her." She tips her head towards the door.Courtney Emerson.The sole heiress to Emerson industries. She walks in with grace, her hair freely flowing on her shoulders. Her steps are calculated and intended. Her presence demands attention. The entire class

"This is amaziiing, " she says and dips another fry into the yoghurt and takes a bite."I told you lemon biscuit flavour is the best," I say.She takes the last remaining fry and turns to me, "You win, lemon biscuit it is. Though chocolate chips are still bae." She smiles tilting her head."Speaking of bae's where is yours, I don't see his stuff around," I say, my eyes skimming the expensive condo she lived in.She is the daughter of the country's top fashion designer Ignad Rivers. The sole heiress to Ignad fashion Company. She comes from money like everyone else on our campus.The institute is for the rich and famous kids. The who and who attend the school. To survive you have to fit in.Her eyes fall, her hand's fiddle with the yoghurt cup. The back of her hand wipes a single tear that is about to fall. Roxana always loves to play tough, even when she isn't feeling all tough. Like she recovered from a nightmare, she smiles at me."I kicked his cheating ass out. I can't feed, house a

Two days pass with a sluggish pace that leaves my skin crawling. Classes and assignments distract me from Quinn, for a while. Though the thought of him ending our agreement before I put my plan in action nags me. "This is embarrassing but I need your help." My brother, Oliver, says from the other side of the phone."What is it about?" I ask curiously. He never asks me for help it is the other way round."I will meet you in the evening at your place to explain." "Okay," I say unsure if to be worried about the whole help thing. "Bye C.," He says his nickname for me before hanging up. A way to get me to agree to whatever he is planning.I tap my feet impatiently, I look behind me and across. The hall is deadpan silent. I look down on my phone. Only a message from Roxana stares back. It is an emergency meeting, requesting we meet at Cole's Cafe at lunch. I curse at Quinn cause after all these years he is yet to trust me to give me his personal phone number. Now I have to stalk him like

The group orders their meal. I'm a nervous wreck around them. Every single stare from them makes me shudder. It's like they can tell I don't belong here, that I am a fake. "The gala is still Saturday night, right?" Jermaine turns to Quinn. Quinn just nods.Jermaine goes back to his phone, after a few minutes he lifts his head, with a victorious smile. "I just secured a date to the gala with Elsie." He announces. "Elsie with the big boobs?" Lee asks. "Mmh." Jermaine nods. Ryan scrunches his nose in distaste. He rarely talks. "Up top" Lee high 5's Jermaine."What about you Ryan?" Courtney all over sudden asks. When our eyes meet, I can see a mischievous glint in them. "I plan to go with my parents." Ryan answers."That's sad. Why don't you ask Cara over here." She purses her lips together as she looks at me. "She looks like a sweet girl." She adds. Someone clears their throat. I turn and find it is Quinn. His eyes are narrowed and jaws tightly clenched.I shift uncomfortably o

I close my eyes and squeeze them shut for a moment. I expected Quinn to call or text. I am a little disappointed. Okay, very disappointed. My little guide book, 'How to make him yours' is supposed to make him beg. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating, I just put in action one step out of twenty steps. A figure blocks my path, deterring me from reaching my destination. I lift my head, the morning sun blocking my sight. "Good morning sunshine? Miss me?" Chad asks. I blink twice to get a better view of him. The sun has kissed his face making him look like an angel with a halo, while in a real sense he is the devil. "Get out of my way Chad, not in the mood." I groan. He leans forward as if inspecting my face. I take a step back."Looks like someone is 'inflammatory' and didn't get a dose of DIClofenac last night. That makes two of us." He says. "So you are finally admitting you are gay." I taunt him."Oh, I can show you how gay I am not." He wrinkles his eyebrows suggestively.I scrunch up