I stared between Professor D and Jess... Two people that were seriously annoying me. Professor D for showing up and Jess for being a desperate bitch... A tempting one, that's for sure, but just another basic bitch trying to get laid. Should I sit here and write nothing, fail class but peacefully go on a date with a girl Jess couldn't compare with even if she wanted too or should I take her offer, write incredibly smart notes, fail my test but risk a certain blonde ripping my balls off with the help of my sister. What a guy does to get pen and paper...

"What do you think I am? A fucking Chippendale?" I scoffed at her trying to frown my brows like I never frowned them. She wasn't even taken aback by my snappy comment, not even a little. She just pushed her knee further against mine, her eyes lustful observing me from head to toe.

"I'd think you'd do a great job, stripping down on a stage and giving me a lap dance for that pen and paper." She whispered, leaning in a bit too close for my liking as I could feel her strawberry gum breath wave across my face. Barfff

"Yeah. So, that's what you have in mind? Just stripping?" I huffed, almost laughing at the silliness of that proposal, shaking my head with a grin on my face as I tried to pick up Professor D's introduction. Don't be a dumbass Lukas, there's a lot at stake at the moment, you just made up with Bella, don't upset her again... But I fucking need a pen and paper... just as much as Jess is desperate for a dick.

"And a lap dance hotcakes." She whispered again, a little closer to my ear this time. Her fingertips suddenly went up the length of my leg, my hand stopping her just in time, latching onto her wrist before she could reach the most private part of me.

"You can keep your fucking pen and paper Jess, I'm not that desperate... I'm not a whore for sale. Now if you could keep your hands to yourself, that would we amazing! I don't like being touched by hands that have been around every dick on campus. Same as your mouth, keep it away from my ear please before you give me an STD." I said, putting her hand back where it belonged, which was as far away from me as possible. I tried to keep a straight face, not even giving her a glance. No pen and paper for me.

I could hear by the way she huffed that she was offended but then again I meant to offend her..."Seriously! You're the one to talk, you're basically the manwhore on campus, getting laid every weekend by another girl, partying, drinking, it's a surprise you haven't flunked all your classes." She hissed but I still wasn't looking at her, why should I.

"I'm not like that anymore. Just give up...that's a lot easier for you and me both..." I said, still trying to focus on the introduction of this, so far, horrible class.

"Oh boy, you have a girl, don't you? Really? You?" She whispered, Professor D Turning his head towards her, making her shut the fuck up for a minute. I looked at her with tale telling eyes, my expression trying to tell her to back off and give. "Ha! Who would have ever guessed? The biggest slut on campus is trying to settle...Still, I'm not worrying about my chances with you. I'll give it two weeks tops until you get bored and move on to the next whore." She hissed, emphasizing the whore part which made me want to hit her in the mouth for suggesting Isabella was anything like that, but Jess didn't know any better... Whore, dick and suck are the only words in her not so elaborate dictionary.

"Just shut the fuck up Jess..." I scoffed, rolling my eyes to the back of my head with annoyance.

"You know you will fail the test without notes to this class. Last chance, lap dance in exchange for a pen and a paper, your choice. Fail or dance pretty boy..." She said amused knowing she had some kind of advantage over me with her stupid bag filled with pens and note blocks.

"Tempting, but no. I rather eat my dick than give you a lap dance or anything that even looks like it." I huffed, drawing the Professor's attention. She thought she could win this battle but clearly, she doesn't know me.

Professor D stopped talking in the middle of his slide, his face as annoyed as mine was about to be amused.Oh boy. "You two, what's the problem?" He said while pointing his laser pen at us, not using more words than needed to turn Jess's head into a red radiating tomato and I was about to make it a lot worse.

"Sorry, I forgot my pen and note block. You see, I really want to take notes as I understand the importance in actually knowing all this stuff. But little miss knee boots next to me here doesn't want to give me a simple pen and a piece of paper unless I give her a lap dance. Sir, I keep telling her that's not going to happen, but she just doesn't want to give up. Now you see I'm having quite the internal debate here. Should I file a complaint at the administration for inappropriate behavior during class or should I just let it slide. What do you think sir?" I tried not to laugh the moment I saw everyone's heads turn to Jess's direction, as she clearly wanted to slide under her desk and disappear as she gritted something like fucking asshole through her teeth, but I wasn't sure.

"Well, this is a first... Davis, just ask the people two rows in front of you for what you need. I'm sure the guy in the blue shirt doesn't want a lap dance in return. Miss Peterson, stop harassing students who actually want to pay attention in my class or you'll have to try again next year." Professor D shook his head while nailing his comeback. Jesus, the looks on everybody's faces, price-lesssss, especially the one draped on Jess's face, although she looked quite murderous... Lukas 1 - Jess 0.

I got what I needed from the guy two rows below and found my peace to write notes and pass the test while Jess didn't write a single word on her paper for the entire class being. I nearly felt pity for her, but nha not really... When Professor D dismissed class, Jess fled away as fast as her legs could walk in those ridiculous heels. I was glad class was over though, those two hours of preparation questions were kind of soul crushing and I was in serious need of something to eat and my daily dose of caffeine. I didn't get breakfast while I was in a hurry to get to class. While waiting in line to order, my phone shimmed in my pocket.

: thanks for embarrassing me in class. That's a real dick move Lukas, you're lucky I'm attracted to dicks. Love, Jess...💋

What the fuck... doesn't this girl ever get a message and how the hell did she get my number...

: yeezz, you're so classy it hurts... Where the fuck did you get my number...

My order was ready, taking the hot Americano Coffee and sandwich in both hands as I walked to my second class, one I ironically didn't need to take notes for as I already had notes from a "friend", but going to class wouldn't hurt and it would give me time to think my date with Snowflake through. On the way to class I stopped at a bench, just outside the auditorium, enjoying the fresh air while I ate my sandwich, being disturbed by another message.

: Classy by day, goddess by night...My cousin... Olivia, you know her, slept with her, treated her like shit...

Reading the text, I was seriously wondering if there were any normal people in this school cause the majority of them where either complete bitches or assholes, I would know I am/was one of those.

: And you still want to sleep with me after I slept with you cousin... what's wrong with you?

It gave me chills to think about the fact I slept with Olivia once or twice, okay maybe more but she meant nothing to me... It was just fun, now I don't just want to have fun... I want the real deal.

: We grew up together. So, don't worry baby... We are used to sharing our toys with each other.

Gross, seriously gross... I decided not to reply anymore as this was becoming too much dirty talk. I also didn't want to jeopardize anything I could have with a girl worth I million more than the auburn bitch from class.

The second class was just as I imagined, the perfect opportunity to plan my date with Bells from A to Z. Almost whistling with joy after class, something I hadn't felt doing in a very long time, I walked outside to the hallway into the cafeteria, immediately turning my whistle into a teeth grind and a jaw clench. I saw Drew, leaning against a table, a few cocky jocks surrounding him as he showed of his new ink to them. Asshole. I was trying to keep calm, letting it pass, breath in and out because today was not the day to get into a fight, I wasn't going to show up to my date with a black eye and bruises on my face, it's not particularly the best opener of the evening. Hi, there I just beat a guy senseless now let's have some good old fun. Not. Going. To. Happen. I walked towards them. I was just going to pass them and relax or take an apple or something else to put my teeth in. The guys were just laughing, having fun, taking a look at his tattoo... No harm done but rolling my eyes at myself for thinking that... Drew didn't even notice I was approaching or else he would have been running away to the other side of campus, I would too if I were him...

The closer I got the clearer it became that they weren't just laughing and having fun. Some of the jocks were imitating sex noises, moaning out Isabella which made the hairs on my arms stand up like I was shot by a taser. Disrespectful pigs! I'm not in the mood. Fuck it. I'm a mood on my own worth making a meme about. All my calmness went out the window, just like that...

I pushed one of the jocks to the side. No idea what he's called but I got a new nickname for the douche, fucking gremlin, cause his ears were as big as an elephant's and his fucking face so ugly not a single girl would want to fuck him, not even that blind chick. "Hey Drew." I hissed, facing him. "You son of a bitch, I should have done this at the shop!" I yelled as a warning before I slammed my fist into his nose I already broke once. I chuckled to myself when I realized those jocks suddenly weren't Drew's friends anymore as they didn't even try to hold me back.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Drew yelled, blood seeping out of his nose and by now the entire cafeteria was staring at us. Ha! Like I cared, they better take notes because I would do this in a heartbeat to any asshat trying to hurt Isabella.

"That's my girl's name on your wrist, you fucking pisspot!" I yelled as he tried to gain balance on his feet, while his hand latched onto the table to keep him steady. "I don't think you have them all in a row in that big head of yours. She's fucking scared of you!" I yelled my voice hoarse and clearly telling each and everyone in this cafeteria to stay out of my way.

Drew let go of the table before making himself tall. "Scared? Please Lukas, I have her begging at my feet... Just like she did in my car... Like she begged me to fuck her!" He scoffed. You're a dead man!! Without thinking, acting on my instincts I grabbed someone's empty metal tray with both hands of the table next to Drew and the next thing I knew I was swinging it to the side of his face, the sound of it echoing through the silent cafeteria as everyone stopped doing what they were doing to enjoy the show and I sure gave them one!

Drew fell to the floor with a thud, my conscious telling me he's not dead and is just going to have the massive headache he deserves. I turned around and started walking away from the mess, everyone's eyes fixed on me.

"People, before you judge, he tried to fucking rape an innocent girl!" I yelled for everyone to hear as I threw the tray on the floor before I walk out of the cafeteria. Publicly embarrassing terrible people, I can certainly cross that off todays to do list...

I stretched my fingers out in front of me, inspecting the damage hitting Drew's nose had done to my hands. Hands and face fully intact. I'm so ready for my date with Bella. I thought to myself as I walked to my car with a smile on my face feeling accomplished for doing what I did and excited for what the night was going to bring. I couldn't wait to pick her up and give her the amazing date I promised.

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