face that says he disagrees. “I thought someone should know. If you’re her friend, and it wasn’t planned, you should get her out of here before the guy who did it comes back for her.”
For a second I wonder if he’s the guy who did it and he wants to get me to take Emily into the parking lot for a threesome, but then he wanders away without another word. I’m being stupid; no one is that desperate. Well, maybe some guys are, but not that one. He has a presence about him that’s intimidating, which makes it super sweet that he was nervous about talking to me. I want to squeal with Emily because he called us hot girls, but her eyelids are getting heavy and she’s leaning into my side. Most of what’s holding her up now is me.
“No, no. Emily, stay awake.” I push her upright and she bats a hand at me.
“I’m awa-ah…” Her voice trails off and she keeps blinking. If I find the asshole who did this to her, I’m going to send his balls into his skull.
I manage to wave down Carter as I start moving Emily toward the door. Her boots are dragging, leaving big black scuff-marks on the floor behind us.
He rushes over. “What the hell happened to her?” He immediately loops her arm over his shoulder.
“Some asswipe dropped something in her drink. It looked like sludge by the time she finished it. At first I thought she was drunk, but she’s close to passing out. God, for someone so little she’s heavy. I think she ate bricks for dinner.” We prop her up between us and keep walking, trying to make it look like she’s fine.
“Shit, someone drugged her? She’s going to be pissed. Emily never gets like this. She’s a happy drunk—she just giggles and dances. Blackouts and falling asleep aren’t like her.” Carter is walking us toward a dark hallway.
“Uh, is this a good plan? Should we really be heading for the dark deserted exit?”
“Calm down, Pollyanna, the elevator is this way.”
“Pollyanna? Seriously? That’s not a good nickname, and you totally used it wrong. Maybe I’d buy it if I’d said singing show tunes would turn this sad hallway into a happy hallway full of rainbows and unicorns.”
He smirks at me. “Yeah, that’s you. I bet you have unicorns in your dorm room.”
“Nope, the only magical being in my dorm room is my super-bitch roommate who nicknamed me Bacon. By the way—I like that nickname better than Pollyanna.”
“Okay, Bacon, follow me to the elevator.”
Chapter 2
Emily’s body goes limp and we begin to drag her down the hallway. There are several recesses and corridors, providing ample opportunity for axe murders to hide in wait for us. My eyes shift frantically through the darkness. I jump when I notice two figures moving in the shadows, realizing after Carter laughs at me that it’s just a couple making out. Well, maybe it’s more than that unless they’re dry humpers. I’m all for dry humping. It prevents pregnancy one hundred percent of the time and isn’t sticky. Wow, I need to stop thinking things like that. One day the crazy is going to shoot out of my mouth.
When we pass the couple, it’s clear they are going at it and taking advantage of the shadows. She’s pulling his hair and moaning like crazy, not caring who hears her.
“That’s Natasha. She’s not shy.” I glance at Carter, not sure of what I think. When he sees my face, he tries not to laugh again. He must think I’m a total prude. “She’s a double major and works like crazy. Every few weeks she lets loose and some lucky guy gets the brunt of her scholastic frustrations.”
I glance at the couple again. It’s dark, but I can make out the hem of her short dress, pushed up to reveal a garter belt. His hands are holding her tight as he hammers into her. He’s practically nailing her to the wall. That’s when she grabs his collar and rips his shirt open. Buttons go flying everywhere and she digs her nails into his back, screaming louder. My jaw is hanging open at the
For a second I wonder if he’s the guy who did it and he wants to get me to take Emily into the parking lot for a threesome, but then he wanders away without another word. I’m being stupid; no one is that desperate. Well, maybe some guys are, but not that one. He has a presence about him that’s intimidating, which makes it super sweet that he was nervous about talking to me. I want to squeal with Emily because he called us hot girls, but her eyelids are getting heavy and she’s leaning into my side. Most of what’s holding her up now is me.
“No, no. Emily, stay awake.” I push her upright and she bats a hand at me.
“I’m awa-ah…” Her voice trails off and she keeps blinking. If I find the asshole who did this to her, I’m going to send his balls into his skull.
I manage to wave down Carter as I start moving Emily toward the door. Her boots are dragging, leaving big black scuff-marks on the floor behind us.
He rushes over. “What the hell happened to her?” He immediately loops her arm over his shoulder.
“Some asswipe dropped something in her drink. It looked like sludge by the time she finished it. At first I thought she was drunk, but she’s close to passing out. God, for someone so little she’s heavy. I think she ate bricks for dinner.” We prop her up between us and keep walking, trying to make it look like she’s fine.
“Shit, someone drugged her? She’s going to be pissed. Emily never gets like this. She’s a happy drunk—she just giggles and dances. Blackouts and falling asleep aren’t like her.” Carter is walking us toward a dark hallway.
“Uh, is this a good plan? Should we really be heading for the dark deserted exit?”
“Calm down, Pollyanna, the elevator is this way.”
“Pollyanna? Seriously? That’s not a good nickname, and you totally used it wrong. Maybe I’d buy it if I’d said singing show tunes would turn this sad hallway into a happy hallway full of rainbows and unicorns.”
He smirks at me. “Yeah, that’s you. I bet you have unicorns in your dorm room.”
“Nope, the only magical being in my dorm room is my super-bitch roommate who nicknamed me Bacon. By the way—I like that nickname better than Pollyanna.”
“Okay, Bacon, follow me to the elevator.”
Chapter 2
Emily’s body goes limp and we begin to drag her down the hallway. There are several recesses and corridors, providing ample opportunity for axe murders to hide in wait for us. My eyes shift frantically through the darkness. I jump when I notice two figures moving in the shadows, realizing after Carter laughs at me that it’s just a couple making out. Well, maybe it’s more than that unless they’re dry humpers. I’m all for dry humping. It prevents pregnancy one hundred percent of the time and isn’t sticky. Wow, I need to stop thinking things like that. One day the crazy is going to shoot out of my mouth.
When we pass the couple, it’s clear they are going at it and taking advantage of the shadows. She’s pulling his hair and moaning like crazy, not caring who hears her.
“That’s Natasha. She’s not shy.” I glance at Carter, not sure of what I think. When he sees my face, he tries not to laugh again. He must think I’m a total prude. “She’s a double major and works like crazy. Every few weeks she lets loose and some lucky guy gets the brunt of her scholastic frustrations.”
I glance at the couple again. It’s dark, but I can make out the hem of her short dress, pushed up to reveal a garter belt. His hands are holding her tight as he hammers into her. He’s practically nailing her to the wall. That’s when she grabs his collar and rips his shirt open. Buttons go flying everywhere and she digs her nails into his back, screaming louder. My jaw is hanging open at the
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