Evan's Addiction (2 page)

Thursday, October 16

     I walked into the cafeteria with Nic and Seth. We were meeting
Carrie for lunch, like we did every Tuesday and Thursday, but we were running
slightly late today. Actually, we’d been running late for the last two weeks.
Our Professor’s time management was off or something because her lectures were
extending past the allotted time for that class by at least ten minutes.

     The three of us got in line for food while Nic scanned the room
for Carrie. I did a search as well since we had a procession of people ahead of
us. I found her at a table near the window, and she wasn’t alone…Red was with
her.

     The girl hadn’t shown her face in two weeks, but it seemed she was
blessing us with her company today.

     My irritation at being kept longer in class was instantly erased
at the sight of her, and adrenaline and serotonin rushed through my body at the
prospect of a hunt. I’d replaced Tiff with Stephanie recently, so I was set in
the fuck buddy department, but I hadn’t been able to get that brief encounter
with Shaw out of my head. Now I could find out if her cleverness last time was
just a fluke or if she had more to give. 

     “It will never happen, dude.”

     Nic’s mocking proclamation had me turning to see that the line had
moved forward without me. Grabbing a tray I proceeded to transfer food onto my
tray.

     “No one’s immune to this.” I waved my hand down my body in
embellished arrogance. 

     “I am.” Seth stated dryly while filling his tray with almost every
selection he came across.

     “That’s just because you’ve been collared by one strawberry
blonde, but before she came along you were dying for a chance at this.” I
repeated my hand motion.

     Seth’s expression both brightened at the mention of Nadia, and
twisted in a grimace at my allusion. “My dick actually shriveled at the though
of that.”

     “Nadia will probably appreciate that since bull cock is probably
difficult to take everyday. Poor girl has to be walking bowlegged by now.” I
snickered because I totally wasn’t kidding. Seth was literally hung like a
bull. If I wasn’t comfortable with my own more than average dick size I would
have a real complex after standing next to him.

     Seth growled and scowled heavily at me. He was nearly as bad off
as Nic concerning sexual comments about his girlfriend. Both of them were
completely roped and hog tied, awaiting their de-balling.  

     Once we had our food we made our way towards Carrie and Shaw.
Shaw’s hair was once more confined in a huge, chaotic, curly mass on top of her
had. The sphere of it was almost as round as her head. Damn, that was a lot of
hair. The outfit she had on was identical to what she’d been wearing last time;
t-shirt, cut off jeans, and flip-flops. As I got closer I could see that her shirt
had writing on it:
I’ll try to be nicer if you try to be smarter.

    
I loved it.

     Carrie’s face lit up when Nic sat down next to her, kissing her.
Shaw rolled her eyes and looked utterly put out at our presence. I took the
chair next to her not at all dissuaded.

     “Hey, Shaw.” Nic greeted, after detaching from Carrie.

     She gave him a short nod. “Nic.” Then she went back to eating her
sandwich ignoring Seth and me.

     Damn, Nic hadn’t been kidding when he said she had barely warmed
up to him. I still wasn’t deterred. “How you been, Justa Leavin?” I smirked and
picked up my own loaded sub-sandwich.

     Her brow twitched faintly and that was the only response I got in
regards to our prior exchange. “I was great about five seconds ago, but now
this sudden wave of nausea has hit me.” She continued eating, disputing her
nausea claim.

     I couldn’t hold back my wide grin. This was going to be fun. “Do
you think it’s something you’re eating?”

     “No, the cause is of the XY variety.”

     Clever, she was referring to the chromosomal pairing for males,
but I knew XY also stood for Xylose; a type of sugar isolated from wood. “Too
much sugar can do that to you.” I covered my smirk by taking a bite of my
sandwich. 

     Shaw’s brows pinched in confusion. Most likely she didn’t know
what I meant. It was a pretty obscure reference. Carrie stared at both of us anxiously,
while Nic’s expression was amused. Seth’s features were mildly interested…most
of his attention was on his food.

     Shaw finally looked up and stared me straight in the eye. She had
spectacular eyes; big and light luminescent green with flecks of gold and blue.
Freckles dotted the bridge of her small nose and across her rounded cheeks, but
it was the few that speckled her lips that really held my interest. They were
asking to be licked.

     “It’s not Xylose I have a problem with.” She stated categorically,
surprising me with her knowledge. But if Shaw received a scholarship to UVA she
had to have a higher than average intelligence.

     “Well, it can’t be the Xuan-Yuan sword or the Xing-Yue motorcycle,
because those are great. I know what it is; you missed me, didn’t you?” I
quirked my brow at her because I was so winning this round.

     Her eyes narrowed and there was the vim and vigor. “If you mean
like the plague, or an infestation of rats, then yes.”

     Both Nic and Seth were nearly choking on their food but I didn’t
look away from the fire in front of me. “I am a bit like a god; manifestations
of miracles appear wherever I am.” I shook my head like it was a great
responsibility. 

     The green of her eyes nearly disappeared as they tapered further.
“You have something on your face…” Her finger twirled slowly in front of my
face. “It looks like stupid with a whole lot of dumbass.” She shook her head
in bogus sorrow. “I bet that’s a bitch to get off, if
you can even get it off.”

     Nic’s and Seth’s laughter escaped in an explosion and it took
everything in me to not laugh with them, because that was classic.

     Shaw stood up. “Carrie, I’ll see you later.” And then she was
leaving.

     My inner laughter turned to instant disappointment. Why was she
leaving? It was just getting good, and we had a definite connection. I had the
biggest hard-on that my zipper was strangling to death.

     “She left with the last word again.” I grouched, shifting my uncomfortable
package.

     Nic and Seth continued to choke on their hilarity. Even Carrie was
grinning.

Tuesday, October 21

     My heart sped up when I entered the cafeteria and saw Shaw sitting
at the table with Carrie. I don’t remember the last time I’d been this amped;
for a girl or anything else for that matter. I was pretty sure that the reason
I was losing interest in Stephanie after only two weeks was because of the
hard-on I had for this red-head. In fact, the last two times I’d had sex with
Stephanie Shaw’s image had popped up in my head.

     She’d been making a regular appearance in my thoughts for the last
five days.

     Nic, Seth and I grabbed our food and made our way over to the
table. Shaw didn’t bother to look up from her soup or greet any of us like
Carrie did. She had on another humorous shirt that read:
Despite the look on
my face you are still talking
. 

     I’d been looking forward to this moment. “Shaw, you are always
wearing your hair up. It would look so much better down, free and wild. It
would look even better in my lap.” I kept my voice low so only the group at our
table could hear. I didn’t want to embarrass the girl.

     Carrie sucked in a shocked breath, and even Nic and Seth went
motionless in astonishment. I normally didn’t throw out crass sexual pick-up lines,
but I think Shaw was the one girl who could handle them. At least, I hope she
was and I didn’t completely alienate her for life.

     Shaw’s soup spoon froze momentarily before dipping into her minestrone.
“I think it would look better jammed in your windpipe.” She didn’t look at me
and her voice remained level as she delivered her zing.

     Shit yes! My blood ran hot and fast, and my dick swelled in
anticipation.

     Carrie coughed while the guys sniggered.

     “You know, this senior year has really been kicking my butt. I’ve
resorted to making lists, and you just happen to be on the list of things I
want to do tonight.” I forked some pasta into my mouth waiting in expectancy.

     “You’re on my list to asphyxiate while sleeping.” She dipped her
spoon again.

     “I could be fine with that as long as my list got checked off
first.” My dick throbbed.

     More snickers from the peanut gallery.

     “Women first.” Shaw snapped.

     “I’m all for women getting theirs first.” I sipped my water to
cool off some.

     Her jaw clicked. “You naked equals me laughing my ass off.”

     “They say laughter in bed is the ingredient for even better
climaxes.” This round was going to be mine.

     “They say having a dick is important too.”

     “Oh, believe me, I have said equipment.” And shit, was the damn
thing making itself known in a really big way. Reaching down under the table I
unobtrusively adjusted myself.   

     Her green eyes rose and burned into mine. “You won’t if it comes
anywhere near me winking its beady little eye. Your member will be dismembered.”

     I winced, but couldn’t stop the laughter this time. One good way
to shut up a guy was to threaten his joystick. The next instant Shaw was saying
goodbye to Carrie and stalking away cutting my laughter short.

     “She did it again.” I complained watching her leave. Again, no ass
view to appreciate. 

     “What?” Nic asked between laughs.

     “She had the last word.”

Tuesday, November 11

     Walking into the cafeteria my gaze automatically and impatiently
roamed the area, and when I saw a familiar red-head sitting next to Carrie
tension that I hadn’t realized I was holding loosened. I’d been vastly put-out
that she hadn’t shown last Thursday because I had been looking forward to our
next banter session. When I’d asked Carrie about her she relayed that Shaw had
to work. When I’d asked where she worked Carrie had looked uneasy and said that
Shaw was self-employed; taking photographs and doing computer stuff.

     Her uneasy expression and explanation intrigued me.  

     “Who the hell are those fucktards?” Nic growled.

     Pulling my gaze from Shaw I took in the two males sitting next to
the girls. I’d been so focused on Shaw I hadn’t even noticed them. If either of
these guys were hitting on Carrie someone was going to get their ass kicked.
Nic did not like any other dicks near his girl, and I meant that in both the
literal and figurative sense.

     Skipping the food line Nic marched straight over to their table, Seth
and I right next to him. I noted that several tables around them had turned
their attention to whatever was being said, and as we neared I heard Shaw
speaking loudly. 

     “Leave her alone asshole. Her boyfriend is twice your size, three
times as good looking, and will kick your ass to the four corners of campus.”

     I grinned at her comment, but then scowled at the losers. “You
don’t have a boyfriend though and I’ve heard that you’re building a list. I’m
offering myself up.”

     What the hell did he mean by that?

     Shaw’s response came out tight and menacing. “I’ve got at least a
five inch minimum and you don’t look like you come close, dickless. I’m also
pretty sure I saw you coming out of the V.D. clinic and I want your crotch rot
as far from me as possible.”

     Shaw had used similar biting comebacks with me but they’d held a
lot less murder-you-in-your-sleep tone in them.

     Dickless stood, looming over her with a pissed-off expression.
“You have quite the bitch mouth on you. How about I…”

     “Shut your fucking mouth, asshole.” Nic roared before I could. Nic
normally didn’t swear around Carrie, but he had his exceptions. 

     Both the males’ heads shot our way and their predatory expressions
morphed to instant alarm at the sight of Nic, Seth and myself barreling toward
them.

     “I told you she had a boyfriend, asshole. I hope you enjoyed your
life.” Shaw sneered, sipping at her drink casually. 

     Their alarm increased to outright panic, probably because they saw
and recognized their eminent death in all three of our expressions.

     Suddenly, they bolted toward the exit like their asses were on
fire and I would have laughed at their fucking spinelessness if I wasn’t so
incensed. I could see Nic wanted to go after them, I did too, but the girls
were more important at the moment. I doubted the fuckers would be back, and if
we ran across them we would take care of them then.

     Nic knelt down by Carrie his expression concerned. “You okay, babe?”
I knew he was wondering if they’d thrown her past in her face.

     Carrie cupped his jaw looking only mildly upset. “I’m fine; they
were just trying to pick us up…in a completely vulgar way.” 

     I plunked down in the seat dickless had been occupying next to
Shaw. “You okay?” I asked. 

     Her eyes were hard but her expression was neutral. “Dim-witted
assholes litter this campus.” She gave me a narrowed eyed glance. “They’re like
weeds, you pull one and another sprouts in its place.” She raised her brow so
that I got her point.

     My hackles were still raised, and I didn’t like being compared to
those assholes, but I grinned at her inference. “Some weeds are better-looking
and have significant properties that make them indispensable.”

     She stared at me somewhat broodingly. “It’s still a weed, and all
they do is spread and choke out everything else around them.”