“Not only do I officially withdraw my bid for admission to this foolishness you’re masquerading as brotherhood,” I bend to say in his ear, “but if I hear you bothered or hurt Banner in any way, I’ll beat you with your own belt and knock the teeth down your throat.”
I release him and he immediately surges to his feet and turns on me, stepping so close our noses almost meet. His beer-scented breath huffs into the small space separating us. I don’t step back but let my rage and his wrestle in the tension-tightened air.
“Do it,” I whisper, fists clenched and ready a
t my sides. “I’d relish beating you in front of them.”
“You will regret this,” he says, the side of his face I pressed to the table mottled and red. “You’re throwing away the opportunity of a lifetime, and this will follow you forever. Is chubby worth that?”
I force myself to smile instead of snarl.
“Everything I have, I earned, even against the odds.” I shrug carelessly. “It would be in your best interest to stay clear of me. You’re an unweaned baby, still sucking on your mama’s tit. If there’s one thing you should have learned about me over the course of these last few months it’s that I’m a resourceful motherfucker and will do whatever is necessary to achieve my goal. I hear you’re bothering Banner Morales, I’ll put you down.”
I hold his stare for an extra beat so he feels the weight, the truth of my words.
“That’s a promise, Prescott.”
I don’t wait for a response but grab my laundry bag, my backpack and ignoring the gaping faces assembled around the table—including my best friend’s—take the steps from the basement two at a time. It’s only when I’m standing outside Prescott Hall and drawing in a cold bracing breath of winter air that I process what has happened. I just flushed the last three months of my life down the toilet. All the fetching of drugs and booze, completing dangerous, impossible tasks, breaking laws and generally subjugating myself to this asshole . . . wasted.
Hell, I even broke up with Cindy last week, my girlfriend who looks and fucks like a porn star.
All of it gone. Poof. For nothing.
Not for nothing. For Banner.
A girl who doesn’t even know I like her. Who I’ve never even kissed.
“What the hell was that, Foster?”
Bent’s angry question slaps my back as I walk down the front steps.
I turn to face him, a few steps below.
“I should kick your ass.” Even though my voice is quiet, he knows my anger when he sees it.
“You messed up, dude.” Bent sucks his teeth and shakes his head agitatedly. “You wanna fuck her anyway. What was the harm?”
I tilt my head and consider him through the puffs of frigid air expelling from our mouths and noses.
“How do you know what I want?”
“Besides knowing you for four years and never seeing you like this about any other girl?” The stiff line of his mouth cants just a little.
“I’m not ‘like’ anything.” My words sound defensive even to me.
“You talk about her more than you talk about Cindy. Remember Cindy? The one who actually sucks your dick? Yet all I heard was Banner is a genius. Banner kicked my ass today in debate class. Banner’s a double major. Banner speaks all these languages. Banner, Banner, Banner.”
“Ex,” I correct softly, allowing myself a smile. I must have talked about her more than I realized.
“What’d you say?” Bent asks, blowing into his hands.
“I said ex-girlfriend. Cindy and I broke up.”
“I know that, too.” Any trace of a smile disappears. “We make it our business to know everything about Pride prospects.”
Any ease between us withers. Tension reclaims my shoulders.
“Well you can stay out of my business because I’m not a prospect anymore.” I turn to begin the ten-minute walk to the laundromat where Banner’s already studying.