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phone.
    I smile. The devious little bitch, pretending to be Abby. I walk up behind her and look over her shoulder as she texts a reply to me.
    “What the fuck’s your problem?” I ask, making her jump.
    She turns and twists up her face in disgust. “You are. She drops us as soon as you call and you treat her like shit. She deserves better.”
    I grab her hand and drag her outside, around to the side of the house. She doesn’t try to break my grasp; she fumbles along in her stupid shoes that she can’t walk in, clanking across the wooden decking. “What are you doing?”
    “Showing you why she drops you as soon as I call.”
    I push her against the wall, reaching for the hem of her dress and yanking it up to her waist. She gasps but doesn’t stop me. Her chest is brushing against mine as it rises and falls from her ragged breaths. I bring my lips to her neck and trace a line up to her earlobe, biting gently. Her perfume makes my nose sting and my tongue taste disgusting. This chick needs to lay off the cheap fragrance she’s laced her body in.
    “What are you doing? Blake, stop it, you’re with Abby.”
    Her ragged pants tell me she’ll let me do whatever the fuck I want.
    “Abby knows what she has with me. Sex, that’s all I can give her and all I want. She knows this.”
    I slip my hand to the front of her panties, and she gasps and grabs my hand. She’s dripping wet. “No, stop. I can’t. Abby loves you.”
    I pull back so I can look into her lust-filled brown eyes. “Then you’re a shitty friend, sabotaging her by texting me. Now, instead of her getting to be with me, I’ll be fucking some slut tonight.”
    Her hands rears back but I grab her wrist and laugh. What is it with women trying to slap me?
    “I’m not a slut,” she spits.
    I look down at her exposed panties and smirk. “I didn’t mean you, but if the shoe fits. And I stand firm on the shitty friend statement. Look at you, out here with the guy your friend’s in love with.” I tut at her and shake my head.
    Anger then guilt fills her eyes and her head drops. I test her further by slipping my hand back in her panties. Her face lifts, her teeth biting into her lip, confliction raging in her gaze. Her hand slips over the top of mine and pushes me further until I’m almost at her entrance. She’s soaking wet and ready for me to do whatever I want, but I already have. I grin at her and pull my hand out swiping her juices across her lips. Her nose scrunches. I step back, her hands reach out for me, making me chuckle, a dark laugh at how pathetic she is. I walk back through the house passing Abby as I go, not acknowledging her. I’ve been a complete asshole and I don’t feel bad. I don’t feel anything for them which is normal, butshe , Green Eyes, is still niggling away at me.

 
     

     
    I WALK UP THE STAIRS and take my seat in creative writing, waiting for Sean to make his appearance. He’s the guy I got partnered with when Melody didn’t show for the assignment. She’s been AWOL for over two weeks and hasn’t replied to any of my texts. I wonder if she dropped out.
    “Hey, man,” Sean says as he sits next to me in Melody’s seat. I tilt my head in acknowledgment. “You want to hit a bar with me tonight?”
    I look over at him. His wavy blond hair sits neatly against his forehead and his pale green eyes have a look of innocence. I know he’s gay, even if he tries hard not to show it. I caught him checking me out when I had him over to work on our project.
    “Will there be willing women at this bar?” I ask and he flinches slightly.
    “Isn’t there always? We are in college,” he replies, his voice losing enthusiasm.
    The door swings open and Melody saunters in. Her brown hair shields her face from view but her presence is unmistakable. She walks over to our T.A who has been running this class. He smiles softly at her while speaking in a hushed tone and places a hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. She nods and