I’m sure you’ve made some friends by now, right?” I’m not asking ‘cause I care. We’ve just made it to the fourth floor and I can see my door from here. In the next two minutes, he’ll be out of my hair and none of this will matter.
“Well, yeah, but still. I don’t really have a set homie to chill with like you do. I just bounce around,” he replies, right as I’m sifting through Jules’ keys. “I’d like to chill with you, but you won’t give me the time of day.”
My shoulders bounce through a chuckle. “‘Cause you wanna chill with me in all the ways I’m not interested in. I already told you I’m gay, Izaak, as in, I like pussy. I don’t know how much more clear about that I need to be.”
“You’re too pretty to be gay, though. A part of you has to like the D.”
“Nope.” I shake my head, irritated as hell by his statement. Too pretty to be gay? What the fuck is that? “Tried it when I was younger, and I didn’t enjoy it. Strictly kitty over here.”
“C’mon, Kai, gimme one night. I swear I’ll change your mind.” He’s not whining; in fact, he sounds overly confident, which only irritates me more.
How many times do I have to tell him the same thing? When will he get the hint? Or rather, what do I have to do to ensure he finally takes the hint? You’d think my wardrobe alone would solidify as much. I still wear makeup, like my nails done, and my hair long, but some days I show my masc side a little harder. Is that what he needs to see? Me full masc on the daily to believe I’m gay?
Stopping just outside the door, I set the bags on the floor—my arms can’t take it anymore—and run a hand through my kinky mane of wild curls. “Izzak, listen—you’re a nice guy. You seem funny and most girls probably dig the confidence you give off. I’m not those girls, though. I like squeezing titties and slurping up pussy juice while a pretty girl sits on my face. You, my friend, don’t have a pussy, so just give it up already. There’s tons of females around campus you can run your game on that will—”
My back hits the wall, hard enough that a small whoosh of air shoots from my throat as all the bags fall free from his hold. I was so not expecting that, eyes bulging at the dark expression quickly morphing his features. It’s like a switch flipped and he went from playful to vengeful in a nanosecond. His hands slam down on either side of my head, lip curling as his gaze tracks me up and down.
My heart thunders in my chest, sirens blaring deep in my mind.
“I don’t buy it,” he snarls. “You’re just shutting me down and giving me a bullshit excuse. There’s no way in hell you’re gay.”
“It’s not bullshit,” I snap back, holding my chin up assertively despite the fact I feel anything but on the inside. “You can ask Jules.”
“I’m not asking her shit. She’s your best friend. She’ll go along with whatever you say.”
Why the fuck is he so angry?
Why is he so adamant about me?
I mean, I’m not the only girl in the world, and I’m definitely not the prettiest either. Don’t get it twisted, I know I look good, but there’s some beautiful bitches on campus, Jules included.
“Why me, Izaak? Why waste your time on me, someone who is clearly not interested, when I can name at least three chicks who are into you?”
Leaning in closer, he brings his lips just millimeters from my ear. “Because I like you, Kaia. I want you, and I always get what I want—even if I have to chase it down.”
I nearly swallow my tongue. I knew Izaak was persistent, obviously, but I never imagined he’d be this persistent, to the point of making me uncomfortable.
Working out a reply in my head, my mouth pops open as the words hang off the tip of my tongue. They never come to be, though, because the door flies open beside us, revealing a protective Jules in a baggy tee and PJ shorts, her long hair still wet from the shower.
One of her auburn brows quirks, and not in a curious way. “What the hell is going on out here?”
Izaak looks between her and me before pushing off the wall with a sigh. ‘Nothing.”
“Doesn’t look like