“Liking direction doesn’t mean that you have to give up your freedom.”
I stop walking. Freedom is why I'm here, and I'm not about to allow this haughty, arrogant bastard to take that away from me.
By now, the hallway has mostly cleared. We’re going to be late for class at this rate, and I really hope we aren’t in the same one.
“What are you waiting for?” Brett snaps.
He yanks on my arm and flings me forward. I manage not to fall but only just barely.
His cruel fingers grip my upper arm, squeezing tight enough that I know he’s leaving a bruise. “You’ll learn your place.”
I yank my arm free, and it takes everything in me not to deck him. It’s obvious that I’ll be the one suspended or expelled, not him.
"My place isn't on my knees, bowing to you or sucking your tiny dick."
Brett smirks. “You really do like to talk about my cock. Not that you’ll ever see it.”
“I’ll weep for that loss,” I say sarcastically. “Now, leave me alone. I can get to class by myself.”
“I promised Mrs. Ice I would take you to class.”
“You don’t need to,” I protest, walking again.
He easily keeps pace with me but says nothing.
Probably trying to come up with his next insult.
So I beat him to the punch. “Mrs. Ice, huh? You don’t stick her like you do Jess, I take it?”
“No one wants to poke you,” he growls.
“I’m not interested.”
“Prefer—”
“Prefer to focus on my studies.”
“Ah. Asexual then?”
“Not nearly.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Brett, fuck off.”
“Oh, so I hit a nerve, did I? What was it? The asexual bit?”
I maintain my silence, taking the stairs two at a time.
“Or are you a lesbian?”
I shouldn’t rise to his bait, but I can’t help myself. Once I reach the top of the stairs, I turn around and glower down at him. “I have very specific tastes.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. Guys who have a dick but aren’t actually dicks.”
He blinks a few times. “You’re into a threesome with two guys?”