“We’ll talk about it later, baby, don’t sweat it.”
“You do believe me, though, right.” His look was as frightening as it was reassuring.
“Of course, I trust you; we’ll talk later.” I wanted to get it over with now, but he just went back to eating his lunch while I couldn’t get a piece of lettuce past my lips. I hate feeling attacked, especially when it’s not warranted. Why would Jeff do something like this? Or did he even know?
Of course, he did. What a coincidence it would be if someone just happened to be hanging around the hallway waiting to snap pictures, and of all the ones they’d snapped, that, the one with me smiling up at him when I thought he was Cody, was the only one shared.
It didn’t make sense for him to do this, and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t come up with a good enough reason for it. The fact that it was Susie’s lackey who showed Cody the picture led me to believe that she had something to do with it, but I doubt Jeff even knows who she was since I’d never seen them together before, and there was no reason for them to know each other.
My mind kept coming back to the same question over and over again, why? I was more upset, though, because I didn’t know how Cody truly felt. His facial expression gave nothing away, but I’d come to know him well enough to sense the underlying tension in him, which was now making me nervous.
I soon found out when we left the dining hall, and instead of heading toward my next class, I found myself being taken in the opposite direction. “Where are we going? We still have class.” He didn’t answer, just held my hand in his and pulled me along behind him.
I stopped asking when we reached the car, and he opened the door and lifted me in. I guess he can’t be too upset since he took the time to strap me in as usual, but his jaw could cut through glass it was so hard.
“Cody!” I looked at him as he drove off, still not saying a word.
“Not now, Lisa.” He pulled up outside of his dorm, and we went inside, still no wiser to what was going on in his head. The movers were long gone since there wasn’t much for them to do anyway, so it was just him and I alone.
“Now talk!”
If this was a movie, I’d enjoy the forceful way the male lead pressed the female lead up against the door as soon as it closed behind them. The way he barricaded her in with his hands on either side of her head as he looked down at her would probably make my heart race with excitement.
In real life, things are a little bit different. Especially when there are storm clouds in the eyes of the love of your life, and he looks like he’s two seconds away from committing the crime of the century. “He…I…I told you what happened.”
“You think that’s why I’m mad, Lisa? You think I don’t know that you’re not the cheating type?”
That was good to hear and helped alleviate some of the worries that were steadily growing inside. But why did he look like that if he believed me? “I don’t understand; why are you upset then?”
“Because you didn’t fucking tell me, Lisa, why do you think? I told you the last time about keeping shit from me; I guess you didn’t hear me. What else are you keeping from me?”
“Nothing, I promise. It was just that one time, and then when he said he liked me, I told him I wasn’t interested, and I’ve kept my distance.”
“He told you he liked you!” How is that my fault?
I started to answer, to say it wasn’t that big of a deal. “So, he told you he liked you after putting his arms around you, you turned him down, and he just gave up.”
“Well, not exactly, not right away, hey.” He threw me over his shoulder and headed towards the bedroom, and for a few seconds, I wasn’t sure what was going on. “Cody, what are you…?” I found out when I found myself sprawled across his thighs, and the first smack landed on my butt.
At first, I was too shocked to even think, let alone speak. No one has ever spanked me before. I was heavily affronted, and my hackles rose with umbrage. In all my days, no one has ever dared; not even my many bullies went as far as putting their hands on me, not since the hair-pulling incidents of Pre-K anyway. He did it again; the fiend and I were too shocked to speak. I did have the good sense to try and protect myself, though.