Playing The Bad Boy

Chapter Five

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RACIST CONNOTATIONS TOWARD THE FEMALE PROTAGONIST!

Aniyah’s POV

The week was over, Bea and I were celebrating that Friday, for the first time, we managed to find all our classes without getting lost.

We were in our room, the outfits that Bea had bought were hanging from the door of our wardrobe as I sat on a chair while my roommate did my makeup.

‘Oh my God, how much longer’ I groaned, wriggling slightly to wake up my ass that had fallen asleep twenty minutes ago from being on that wooden torture device that the college called a seat, for so long.

Bea slapped my arm, ‘stop moving, you are messing up my hard work’ she growled

I grumbled under my breath but sat still, pouting until she stood back with a flourish, pulling me up and toward her mirror to see her handiwork.

Looking at my reflection, I gasped, Bea had used gentle techniques that made me look like I was hardly wearing any makeup, but they defined my face and made my eyes pop.

‘Good huh?’ my roommate asked, bouncing beside me.

‘It’s amazing’ I replied hugging her, ‘you are a genius.’

Bea snorted, ‘I just watch a lot of videos online for makeup tutorials’ she replied modestly.

Throwing her long hair over her shoulder, she quickly checked her own reflection before pulling down my outfit and holding it out to me. ‘Come on Cinderella’ she teased, ‘you have a ball to attend and a prince to blow . .’ she paused, making me giggle before adding with a wink, ‘away, If you want to of course.’

We head out of our dorm, linking arms as we walked across campus, heading to the sorority houses. The music reached us long before the house came into sight, a large white building with an impressive oak double frontt door that was wide open. Stepping over the threshold, we were immediately deafened from the pounding thump of the bass.

Bea dragged me through the throng of people, waving frantically to everyone we passed who all hailed her. How she had managed to become so well-known in a week I don’t know, she rarely left my side.

Entering the kitchen, we made a bee line for the drinks, Bea pouring herself a generous measure of vodka into one of the plastic cups while I picked up one of the very few cans of pop that were pushed right to the back of the laden table.

‘Oh my Goooooood!’ Bea squealed, grabbing my arm before dragging me out of the kitchen and down the hall toward a girl wearing a leather jacket. She had black hair with purple tips and piercings through her nose and lips.

‘I love your piercings’ Bea yelled as we reached the girl who looked at us, startled.

‘Uh, thanks’ she replied awkwardly.

‘I’m Bea and this is Aniyah’ Bea introduced us excitedly, ‘what is your name?’

‘Pixie’ the black haired girl replied.

‘Eeeeek! That is such a rock and roll name’ Bea screamed, jumping up and down, ‘you have to be part of our group! Are you a lesbian?’ she added, grinning widely.

Pixie glanced at me with a is she always like this, kind of look.

I shrugged my shoulders, trying to convey my apologies for my friend.

‘No, I like guys’ Pixie said warily.

‘Dammit!’ Bea huffed, ‘I really thought I’d pegged that right.’ Glancing through the door, her face brightened as she pointed, ‘ooo, maybe she is!’ she hissed, her finger elongated toward a curvaceous girl with silver streaks in her hair.

Pushing past me, she headed toward the girl with a purpose, leaving me with Pixie who stared open mouthed at Bea’s retreated back.

‘Uh, is she always like that?’ she asked.

I nodded, ‘pretty much’ I replied with a giggle.

Turning back to me, Pixie smiled, ‘so what’s the deal with her finding a lesbian?’ she asked curiously, ‘she looking for a girlfriend?’

I shook my head laughing, ‘no, she’s straight, I think she’s maybe collecting friends from as many diversities as she can?’ Seeing Pixie’s confused look I elaborated, ‘Bea is the rich white girl, I’m the biracial girl, you are the . . . .goth?’ I questioned, as Pixie grinned.

‘Yeah, I like that, the Goth girl’ she agreed.

‘Bea seems to think we are not a complete group until we have a lesbian and a gay guy’ I finished with a shrug.

The black haired girl in front of me frowned, ‘maybe we should also get a jock and a nerd’ she added, tapping her chin.

‘Please tell me that you are not buying into her crazy’ I groaned.

Pixie shrugged, ‘well she did just inform me that I’m part of your group, I might as well be all in.’

I was about to reply when a cocky voice behind me made me turn around. ‘Hey Mexico’ a tall boy in jeans and a hoodie drawled at me, his eyes narrowing slightly, ‘ain’t you a bit far from home?’

I frowned, ‘I’m not Mexican’ I replied as beside me Pixie’s fists clenched by her sides.

‘Sorry’ the asshole in front of me grinned, ‘Puerto Rican then, it’s all the same, your daddy sneak you in or something?’

As I went to open my mouth a broad back filled my gaze, blocking me from the d**k as he was lifted by his hoodie and slammed against the wall.

‘What the f**k did you say?’ came a deep, extremely pissed off voice. ‘You better not have been inferring what the f**k I think you were.’

The guy against the wall held his hands up, ‘Hey man, I was just playing, no harm here’ he whimpered.

The touch guy in front of me full on growled, leaning closer to the mouthy kid, ‘get the f**k out of this party’ he hissed, ‘you and your attitude are not welcome.’

Dropping him like a sack of potatoes, I watched with satisfaction as mr racist scrambled to his feet and pushed away from the wall hurrying sown the corridor and out of sight.

The wall of muscle in front of me turned around and I swear my mouth went dry as the most amazing blue eyes fixed on me.

‘Are you OK?’ came the sultry voice as he crowded me slightly, concern written on his face.

I nodded, suddenly struck dumb, Jesus, he was gorgeous, like really really gorgeous. How the hell could someone be that good looking? It should be a crime.

‘Sorry about the asshole, unfortunately not everyone joined the twenty first century’ he said with a small smile.

‘It’s OK’ I managed to force out, ‘I’m used to it.’ That wasn’t an exaggeration, no matter where you go, there is always some d**k who needs to make a comment about your skin colour.

The guy in front of me frowned, ‘that is not how it should be’ he muttered, the music drowning his words but I could read his lips.

Meeting my gaze, the edges of his eyes crinkled as he grinned, holding out his hand to me, ‘shall we get a drink and maybe have a dance, get rid of any lingering nasty thoughts from a guy that doesn’t deserve a moment of your time?’

I hesitated, staring into his eyes as Bea’s words floated through my mind, maybe I could have a little fun, I’d worked my butt off to get here, I had earned a night off from my books.

Nodding, I took his hand, allowing him to lead me back toward the kitchen as Bea appeared beside Pixie, the pair grinning widely at me as I gave them a small wave.

Once in the kitchen, I studied the guy in front of me as he poured some vodka into two glasses and handed me one. His hair was messily styled and when he turned toward me to hand me a drink I could make out his muscular frame under his taut white t’shirt.

Mystery guy c****d an eyebrow at me, ‘so, going to tell me your name?’ he asked as he held out the red cup to me.

I hesitated, I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, just a bit of innocent flirting and maybe some kissing? ‘How about we skip the names?’ I asked coyly, ‘I’m here to have some fun, aren’t you?’

Blondie smirked as he nodded, ‘OK angel, no names’ he agreed, ‘just a night of dancing and fun.’ He tilted his drink toward me as I raised my own and bumped it against his, the pair of us throwing back the liquid as my throat burned from the liquor. Coughing, I banged my chest with my fist, way to tell Mr handsome that I haven’t drunk before!

‘You Ok Angel?’ the mystery guy asked, patting me on the back.

I nodded, blinking back the stinging tears, ‘wrong hole’ I wheezed out.

‘That’s what she said’ the guy replied with a wink, making me laugh.

‘Come on, let’s dance’ he declared, grabbing my hand and dragging me out onto the dance floor where we moved to the music in sync.

The rest of the night, mystery guy and I danced and drank, each drink going down easier than the last as I laughed and enjoyed myself. I caught glimpses of my friends and each time they gave me a questioning look that I returned with a thumbs up to say I was OK.

Hours passed and I lost track of Bea, the last I saw of her, she was pressed against a wall, her hands all over some guy who looked like he was trying to eat her.

The night passed in a haze of laughter, drinks and dancing, I woke up the next morning to sunlight cutting through the room and carving in between my eyelids.

Ugh, I forgot to close the blinds, damn you sun! I tried to pry my eyes open but the spinning of colour had me slamming them shut again. Dear God, how much did I drink? I don’t even remember going home!

Forcing my eyes to open, I peeked through the barest slit, taking in my surroundings. Pink walls, a canopy above me . .crap, this isn’t my room!

My eyes flew open and I sat upright in bed, gripping the covers as I stared around me. I was in a large double room, from the décor I would say it was a guest room, but what it definitely was not, is my dorm room.

A soft snore from beside me drew my attention and I glanced to my right, my stomach dropping at the sight of a head of blonde hair and a muscular, very naked back lying beside me.

Oh God, Oh God! Lifting up the covers, I find I’m completely naked and I’m now aware of an ache down there that I’ve never experienced before. s**t, s**t, s**t! I inched out of the bed as quietly as I could, scrabbling around on the floor for my underwear that I slid back on quickly before pulling on my jeans and top that were thrown over a chair in the corner, mixed up in my bedmate's clothes.

Getting down on all fours, I fumble under the bed, for my heels, pulling them out and gripping them in my hand as I snuck out of the room, giving a single backward glance at the stranger who was still sleeping deeply, taking in the chiseled features that I could just make out from across the room.

Shutting the door behind me, I ducked my head and hurried down the stairs just as Bea stumbled out of one of the rooms, her hair mussed and a satisfied grin on her face.

Spotting me her jaw dropped, ‘Aniyah!’ she yelled as I shushed her quickly, grabbing her hand and dragging her outside.

‘Come on, we need to leave right now’ I whispered, not bothering with my shoes and pulling her urgently down the path toward our dorms.

Bea hurried to keep up with me in her heels, glancing at me curiously but obviously sensing I was not ready to talk. God, would I ever be ready to talk about what the heck had happened? What had I been thinking?!

Stumbling into our room, I threw myself onto the bed, covering my face with my hands, screaming internally. One thing was for sure, I had to make sure I never bumped into that guy again.