“You’re the one who did.”
Tight as a drum, I tried not to let him see how nervous he was making me, but James didn’t seem to care, like he couldn’t give a damn about the fact that we were too close for comfort.
“Of course I liked it. But then again, you girls are angels, and we guys are dogs, right,” he said sarcastically, waiting for my reaction, then narrowed his eyes and looked from my eyes to my lips so slowly it was almost painful. I couldn’t take it anymore.
His scent stung my nostrils so intensely that I felt it slide down in my throat every time that I swallowed. I had to get out of this situation or I wouldn’t be able to answer for myself anymore. I pushed him to get him off me. He didn’t put up any resistance.
“Don’t start with this equality thing again. We’re talking about something else,” I retorted, annoyed, picking my bra up from the ground.
“Then, now that I think about it, I told you that you could call me when you needed something, and as usual, you took that literally,” he teased.
“Maybe you have gaps in your memory, but you’re the one who called me.”
“You beat me because you were quicker.” He giggled like a child. And that was exactly what James Hunter was, a stupid little child. I turned around and put my bra on, barely lifting my T-shirt. Once I felt adequately covered, I lifted the straps up and clasped it.
“You could’ve just not answered if it bothered you that much.”
“Enough, let’s not talk about it anymore,” I shouted putting on the T-shirt.
“Does it really bother you that much to bother me? Was that the first time you touched yourself?”
Tired of his jabs, I didn’t answer him. I rummaged through my backpack for a jacket.
“Was it the first time?” he demanded.
“Quit being an asshole,” I said.
“Hey, that’s my hoodie!” James pointed at the gray hoodie that I was about to put on.
“I had it in my backpack to give it back to you.”
“And why are you putting it on now?”
I moved the hair inside my collar out of the way then glared at him.
“Because I’m biking home, and I’m gonna get cold.”
“Great explanation. It’s mine! Where are you going?”
I put my backpack over my shoulder as I headed toward the door.
“I’m going home, you told me to, didn’t you?”
“You better not go home.”
I stopped myself when his voice suddenly became serious.
“Why?”
“It’s not safe. Come to my place.”
The words sent a chill down my spine.
But instead of listening to him, I burst out laughing, as if my body needed to blow off all the steam building up.
“You do that with everyone, don’t you?”
“Do you think I’m trying to get in bed with you? Are you serious?” He curled his upper lip. “You really are a dumbass. There’s a thug who could follow you home, and all you can think about is fucking me?”
