Chapter 6 - Stop fighting over this (2)

"I didn't sleep with the admission board." I felt the need to defend myself although by the look she was giving me, I didn't think I could change her mind. One statement at a party last night apparently could travel to school.

She gave a harsh laugh. "Yeah, right. You don't have to explain yourself, I get it. History repeated itself and all." She pushed her books to the right and moved to the empty seat next to her, giving one empty seat between us. Just when I thought that we could be friends.

I wanted to ask her what did she mean but Prof. Longhorn walked into the classroom and began the lecture.

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At the end of the lecture, I decided that I hated Economics with great passion. Didn't matter if it was Microeconomics or Macroeconomics. I hated them both equally. There was a two-hour break between this class and my next class, so I decided to go to John Jay Dining Hall and get something to stop my stomach from singing the hungry anthem.

I went in and settled on the table by the window. I put my books on the table and headed to the counter. It wasn't exactly lunchtime so the queue wasn't long. In minutes I was able to get the grilled chicken, salad, and a bottle of water. They didn't accept cash so I used my MasterCard to pay.

I was just finishing my salad when the door suddenly opened. The noise coming from a loud crowd filled in the entire hall. I paused and stole a look at the crowd. I didn't believe in coincidence but my eyes locked with his. He was wearing an Abercrombie & Fitch's dark grey T-shirt with a pair of white pants, standing in the cafeteria as if he owned the place.

After last night, I didn't know how to behave if I saw him. Should I smile or should I run across the room and slap him for making shït up last night? His bullshït and lies had traveled all the way to school and into my economics class. The buzz I've been hearing the entire day was probably because of him.

His eyes narrowed and a smile twisted one corner of his lips. He looked like he wanted to say something, even though it would be impossible for me to hear what he got to say from this distance, but he broke the connection and dropped his gaze.

When he finally looked up again, he was facing a brunette girl in a ponytail. She smiled like she just won the Miss World competition and linked her arm on his. They moved to a huge table in the middle and the crowd moved with them.

I finished my grilled chicken quickly and down half of the water in the bottle. I returned my tray and shoved the bottle of water inside my bag.

I still had one hour to kill so I decided to check up on Tyler. I sent him a quick text, asking how his day has been. His reply came as I took a seat in one of the benches by the tree. I put my books on the empty spot beside me and pulled out my phone.

Fun. Now I know why Mey loves microbiology so much. How was yours? Have you eaten lunch?

I laughed when I saw him mentioning my best friend Mey. She was dating his best friend, Hunter Jones, and they were currently in Taiwan, studying Mandarin. Mey was a Chinese descent but she couldn't speak Chinese at all so her parents sent her to Taiwan to study the language. Hunter came along, saying he wanted to support her. But Tyler told me that the real reason was so he could understand what Mey's parents talking behind his back.

I hate economics. Can you remind me again why I decided to take a business major? I just had grilled chicken and salad. Have you eaten?

I hit send and lowered my phone. I watched Phraser and his crowd moved towards an empty spot on the grass. Some of them were sitting while the others were laying on their backs. They all looked like they were having a good time.

Well, he certainly looked like he was having a good time. His hand was on the back of the brunette girl from earlier while his tongue was probably down her throat. Again, he was making out like they were at his house and not in public. Sure, last night he really was at his place so I couldn't blame him but right now, in the middle of the lawn, it was extreme PDA.

I opened my book and started to reread the chapter Prof. Longhorn was teaching us today. I was on page twelve when I caught movement out of the corner of my eyes. I looked up and saw him walking away from the crowd. Maybe this was my time to confront him. I should definitely tell him to stop the rumor before one of the teachers heard of it. I picked up my book, shoved them into my bag, and ran towards him.

I stopped right in front of him. He was a lot taller than me so I had to look up to meet his eyes. "I want to have a word with you." I went straight to the point.

He turned and looked at the crowd behind him before returning his gaze to me. "Fine. Let's go somewhere quiet. I don't want to risk my rep by talking to you in public."

I rolled my eyes. "If anything, I should be the one risking my rep for talking to an asshole like you."

He gave me an annoyed look and shifted his weight on one foot as he folded his arms beneath the grey shirt he was wearing. "Do you want to have that talk or do you want to piss me off?"

"Talk," I replied curtly and followed him as he led us to one of the buildings. I was wondering where he led me and widened my eyes as he opened the door of the janitor closet. "Are you serious?"

"This is the place no one would see us," answered him, still holding the door open for me. "So, do you want to get in or not?"

I swallowed and took a step inside. He closed the door behind us and leaned against it. "Well?" He lifted one brow and gave me a questioned look.