“Like you and Brett.”
“Brett.” Andrea sighs and shakes her head. “I don’t know why, but I miss him. He was arrogant, yes, but a damn good kisser.” She eyes me. “I heard a rumor about you and him. I didn’t think it was true, though.”
I swallow hard. “Everyone knows everything about everyone here, don’t they?”
“Sure seems that way.”
“He just did it to spite me,” I explain with a wave of my hand.
“That’s not exactly what I heard.”
I hang my head. “I… I tried to get my schedule changed so that maybe we could have some classes together.”
Andrea’s smile is forced. “They didn’t let you, huh?”
“No. You changed yours?”
She nods. “I didn’t want Brett to…”
“To be Brett as he is with an ex. I get it.” I sigh.
“He treats you like…”
“It’s not too bad.”
Andrea shakes her head and pats my shoulder. “I don’t know if he wants to fuck you or if he hates you. Maybe if you just fuck him once, he’ll get you out of his system and move on.”
I shudder.
“You can’t take it just once? He’s a great lay. That’s not why I dumped him. Actually, I didn’t mind waiting the extra bit of time before he dumped me precisely because the sex was that good.”
“No thank you,” I say firmly.
“All right.” She grins. “I have to go. It was nice catching up, though.”
“Sure was. Hey, what’s you…”
She’s already walking away. Clearly, our friendship means more to me than it does her. Oh well.
* * *
Friday comes around. I am so worried about the calculus test. I didn’t get a tutor, and maybe I should’ve, but I studied and did extra problems. It’s slowly making sense to me, and I hope to get at least a B on it.
But on Monday morning, when I get the test back, I find a huge F circled on top. What the hell? How did I fail?
I glance over the test and realize that a lot of my answers had been erased.
And I know just who erased them.
Brett is grinning broadly at me. The fucker. I am so tired of his shit. One day soon, he’s going to learn that he can’t mess with me. I’m not going to be his punching bag. So he’s not getting any pussy since he broke up with Andrea. Is that my fault? Why can’t he just get himself another girl? I’m sure most everyone at this school would be willing to bend over for him, both girls and guys.
But not me.
And maybe that’s why.
Maybe if I flirt with him, pretend I want him, maybe then he’ll leave me alone.
Or maybe that would cause me another whole host of problems.
Yeah, I’m thinking it won’t bode well for me if I do that.
Fuck me.