“You would like that, wouldn’t you? This innocent act doesn’t fool me. I bet my cock isn’t the only one you’ve had down your throat lately.”
“Apparently, you fucked me in the ass in the chem closet, oh and Elliot got me pregnant too. Any other rumors you want to spread that are far from the truth?” I spit, and his eyes widen, but he schools his features and leans forward, resting his arms on top of the table.
“Is that so? I think I would remember if I fucked that big, tight ass.” He laughs, but I just stare at him, giving him nothing to go on. “Have you fucked Elliot?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Absolutely not!” I answer, and he tilts his head, looking into my eyes, searching for the lie he will never find.
“So why would someone think you did?”
“Because he was in my room. So, of course, others would assume I’m a slut.”
“Are you?” he asks, and I shake my head again.
“No!” I snap. “How dare you even assume I was.”
“Are you lying? It was so easy for you to get on your knees for me,” he reminds me, and I take a deep breath.
“I only did it so you would leave me alone.”
“Do you really want that?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yes,” I lie, and he smirks.
“Lie better,” he says, calling me out.
“It’s not a lie. I want you and your friends to leave me the fuck alone,” I spit.
“Such colorful words coming from a little Shadow Mouse.” He grins. “But I still don’t believe you. If you didn’t fuck Elliot and I didn’t tear that ass up, who did you sleep with?” he asks, and I shake my head again.
“No one,” I answer truthfully.
“Okay, fine, if that’s the story you’re sticking with. When was the last time you did?” he asks.Jesus. What the hell do I say?
“I don’t know. I can’t remember.”
“Bullshit.”
“Enough with the questions. Why are you so curious about me?” I ask, and the smile that spreads across his face sends shivers up my spine.
“Come back to my dorm with me. Let me show you a good time,” he states, and my eyes widen.
“You want me to come to your dorm and do what?” I ask incredulously. There’s no way he really asked that.
“Don’t play stupid. You know exactly what I’m asking for. Actually, I’m not giving you a choice. Come on, pack your shit up,” he commands, but I don’t move.
“I have plans,” I say, which isn’t a lie.
“The fuck? With who?” he asks, and I swallow thickly before my brain can stop me from saying his name; it’s too late.
“Elliot.” His fists tighten and he slams them down on the table, causing me to jump.
“Cancel them,” he orders, and I shake my head.
“No. That’s rude,” I simply state, and he growls, then packs his stuff up, snatching his bag and storming out of the library without another word.
What the hell just happened?
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