Oh, I had proof.
When a man had his dick in a girl—whether she was conscious or not—he didn’t exactly pay attention to who was watching. I’d managed to get a nice little photograph of Mr. Popular on top of a passed-out freshman. My next move was figuring out what to do with it. I could plaster it all over campus or write a story in the paper exposing him, but none of those options seemed fitting to the crime.
Chase’s palm flattened on the empty seat beside him. “Saved you a spot.”
“I’d rather choke to death on my own eyeball juice.”
“Damn girl, That was graphic.” His lip curled in a grimace for a split second before morphing into a smirk. “I like it.”
“I’ll be sure to tell Charlie that.”
Charlie was the girl in the picture. I had no idea if she knew what happened to her., I’d never spoken a word to the girl, but if she were anything like my sister, she wouldn’t care.
So, I’d care for her.
“See you later, Marnie,” Chase sang as I walked up the steps and took my seat.
Not if I could help it.
Thankfully, Professor Richards strutted in just as I pulled out my books. He was the kind of man one couldn’t help but watch. The way he moved with his shoulders straight, and head high oozed confidence. There was no doubt in my mind that the professor knew how to take charge. I supposed most teachers did.
“Don’t mind, Chase.”
My gaze shifted over to the guy sitting next to me. I hadn’t noticed him before. Had he always sat there?
“He’s all bark and no bite.”
My brow knit. “What?”
“Chase,” he explained with a sparkle in his dark eyes. “He’s harmless.”
Harmless, my ass. I’d like to see him tell Charlie that.
“Whatever you say.” I rolled my eyes back to the professor.
The guy—whomever he was—wasn’t going to let me focus on class.
“I’m Brian.” He leaned in and held out his hand.
My lip curled as I stared at his hand. “Okay.”
“And your name is?” He snickered.
Why was he talking to me? There were plenty of other girls to talk to. Most of which looked much better than I did. My hair was in a ponytail, glasses were on my face, and I didn’t have on a stitch of makeup. I was wearing black leggings, an old T-shirt that covered my ass, and a long sweater that covered both the shirt and pants. Approachable was not the word I’d use to describe myself.
My silence didn’t deter him any. The guy just sat there with his hand outstretched and a stupid smirk on his face.
“You gotta have a name, Hunny.”
Ugh, fine.
“Marnie,” I replied gruffly.
As if he won some kind of victory, his smile spread, showing a flash of his perfect white teeth. “Pleased to meet you, Marnie.”
“Whatever,” I grumbled and tried to listen to the lesson. Tried being the operative word. ‘Mr. Pleased To Meet You’ apparently wasn’t done.
“Has anyone ever told you how cute you look when you hyper-focus?”
