9
QUINTON
My chest tingles where her small body crashed into mine. Using my palm, I rub the spot and glare down at Aspen, who is sitting on her ass in front of us.
“Do you always run around corners without looking?” I question.
She doesn’t answer with words, simply shakes her head and starts gathering the contents of her bag. She is on her knees crawling over the floor, and my eyes zero in on her apple-shaped ass. My cock twitches against my zipper, and I hate how her body makes me feel. I hate not being in control of my lust.
She is just about to pick up one of her books when Ren kicks it away from her grasp and in front of my feet.
“Very mature,” she murmurs and glares up at him.
“Let’s go, Ren,” I growl and purposely step on her book. Some pages tear beneath the sole of my shoe, and a shocked gasp falls from Aspen’s lips. Her eyes go wide, and she scurries over to my feet, grabbing the book as if it’s some precious artifact. She is kneeling inches in front of my feet but not paying me the slightest attention. All she’s worried about is her stupid little book, and I fucking hate it.
I hate that she is ignoring me.
I hate that my dick is getting hard just from looking at her.
I hate everything about Aspen Mather.
“Yeah, let’s go. We have better things to do.” Ren nods and walks past me. I fall in step with him, leaving Aspen behind to gather her things.
Wanting her gone from my mind, I walk faster in hopes that distance between us will also distance my thoughts, but like a cancer, the image of her kneeling in front of me is only growing.
“Fuck!” I call out more to myself than anyone else.
“What?” Ren asks, totally clueless about the battle going on in my head.
“Nothing,” I snap. “I’m skipping this class. Have something else I have to take care of.”
“Okay,” Ren says, drawing out the a.
Spinning around, I walk back the way I came from and take the elevator down to the dorms. The door slides open with a bing, and I make my way down the corridor, opposite to where I usually go.
The word rat is still painted on her door. It doesn’t look like anyone ever tried to clean it off. Raising my hand, I rap my knuckles against the door, glad that it doesn’t have a peephole since I’m certain she wouldn’t open if she knew I was on the other side.
As soon as I see the doorknob turn, I push the door open and shove my way into the room.
“What the hell—” Aspen yells, stumbling back.
Smirking, I step inside and close the door behind me, shutting us in together in the small space that is her room. I can already breathe a little easier, my mind slowly winding down as I take in her trembling body in front of me.
Now, I have her full attention, and here, I’m in control.
“What do you want?” she asks, squaring up her shoulders like she isn’t scared, but the slight shaking of her voice gives her away. She is afraid all right, and she probably should be.
“Just coming to check on you.” I shrug. “You seemed upset in the hallway.”
“Fuck you. What do you really want?”
She wants the truth? Fine. “I really want to choke you out again, so I can do with your body whatever I want to without you fighting or talking.”
Her breath hitches, and all the blood drains from her face. Slowly, she starts backing away from me until her legs hit the edge of her bed, and she is forced to stop.
“There is seriously something wrong with you.”
“Probably, yeah.” I take a step toward her. “You don’t seem too fond of that idea… so maybe I could be satisfied with something else.”