Chapter 10
Rachel
“Have you noticed that people are looking at you more?” Molly asks me as we walk toward our last class for the day.
Even though our majors are different, we managed to snag lecture rooms next to one another.
I look around the campus grounds under the umbrella we share and catch the occasional look.
A light afternoon rain sprinkles down around us as we hurry toward the overhang.
“Yeah, who knew…a bit of attention from Randy and now people know I exist.”
“Hey, the important people already knew you existed, thank you very much,” she scowls playfully back at me.
Her thick, brownish red hair sways behind her as we rush up the front stairs next to the building’s front entrance.
Molly drops the umbrella and shakes it out before closing it.
Then we both stand there stomping our feet on the front concrete steps.
Last week when it rained Molly went flying across the tiled entrance.
It was comical, like something you would only see in a cartoon.
I was doubled over in laughter, and even though it was hilarious and she didn’t get hurt, we both don’t want to repeat it.
“When are you going to see him again?” she asks me as I look down at my shoes, stomping them and hoping they are dry enough.
“I…” I begin to say as I look up and freeze.
Molly reacts the same, her eyes following my line of sight.
Because there he is, the man, the myth, the legend.
Leaning against the entrance, his hands in his front pockets, which causes a slight pull at his shorts, revealing a glimpse of his 'V'.
I blush at the thought of licking those defined lines up and down the next chance I get.
“Auditioning for Lord of the Dance?” He smiles to me as he chews the gum in his mouth.
I look back down at my feet. “Just getting the water off,” I quip.
He smiles and nods and I internally cringe that he just watched me stomping my feet like Sam does when he wants candy at the store. Then I have to remind myself that he has seen me naked, so I think we are past the awkward part of our relationship.
He pushes off the door with his shoulder and walks in my direction.
His height looms over me, creating a sense of anticipation as he gently places his hands on my waist and leans down to kiss my lips.
The taste is hypnotic spearmint, and mixed with it his kiss is extremely claiming, like he’s marking me, and leaves me breathless.
Stepping back from him I smile and point toward my best friend. “This is Molly.”
He smiles at Molly and shows off those perfect straight teeth. “Randy,” he says in greeting, reaching out and shaking her hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Molly.”
“Likewise,” she grins back.
“Are you here for me?” I ask timidly, realizing that our conversation is being monitored by everyone who enters and exits the building.
“Of course,” he says, gesturing for me and Molly to walk through the door. “Never actually been in this building before,” he says, looking around.
I smile at him, unable to think of something to say back as he walks with me toward my classroom.
I feel nervous, why is he here? Did he come to break things off with me?
Just letting you know, Rachel, that I don’t want to hook up with you anymore.
I feel my heart start to beat loudly in my chest as I try to hide my nerves.
I flick Molly with a nervous look when I see her recognize my unease.
She nods her head slightly and gives me a reassuring smile.
“Well, this is me right here,” Molly says, pointing to her class.
“Cool, is this your class too?” Randy points.
“No, I’m the next one,” I reply back.
“Nice to meet you, Randy,” Molly says.
“You too,” he waves as she walks into her class, and I already know the bombardment of questioning I will get when I see her after class.
“Did you manage to get your car fixed?” Randy asks me.
“Yeah, my dad took it in the other day, got it all fixed up.”
“That’s good,” he notices all the students entering the rooms around us. “Guess you have to go?”
“Yeah,” I nod. “Was there something wrong?” I build up the courage to ask him.
“No,” he says quickly, shaking his head.
He stands taller, clearing his throat. “I actually just wanted to ask you if you want to go on a date with me this weekend?” he says with his usual cocky confidence, yet I sense a hint of nervousness.
“It occurred to me the other day that we actually haven’t had a proper date.
I was going to text you, but Shelby said that was ‘bogan’, and I needed to ask you in person…
so, here I am, and yes, I had to google the word bogan. ”
“Oh,” I say in surprise as relief washes over me. “I would love that.”
“Great,” he smiles, chewing his gum and highlighting that chiseled, diamond-cut jaw. “I thought maybe this Friday, but if you want to do any other day, that is fine as I’ll make it work. Whatever is easiest for you with Sam and everything?”
So sweet! Okay, heart, we have been through a lot, don’t break on me now.
“I’ll just check with my parents and let you what night would be best?”
The doors start to shut around us, and the last thing I want to do right now is head into class. The hallway is empty as Randy steps into me, pushing me gently against the wall.
His head checks one way, then the other, making sure we are alone. “Perfect,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my lips and sending a shiver up my spine.
My hands rake up his chest and wrap around his neck. My skin heats as I feel his fingers drag over my bare skin, around my waist, and slide down to my lower back. His kiss is deep, passionate, and I can still taste the mint in his kiss.
The sound of someone loudly clearing their throat draws our attention and sends my head snapping back to reality and into the wall behind me. “Ouch,” I half laugh, half cringe as I grab at the back of my head.
Randy sneaks out a laugh. “Are you okay?” he quickly asks, looking toward my professor.
“Yes,” I reply, looking at the displeasure on my professor’s face.
“Are you coming to class, Ms. Summers?”
“Yes, sorry,” I say.
I don’t spare Randy a glance as I cower, hurrying into my class and toward the back of the room. I feel people looking at me, but I don’t take my eyes off my feet till I’m in my seat, finally releasing a breath.
PING PING my phone loudly alerts me just as my professor is about to start talking. People turn to look, and I catch my professor’s frown as I send him an apologetic smile. I find my phone and instantly turn it to silent.
“Are we ready now, Ms. Summers?”
“Yes, sorry,” I say again giving him a remorseful look.
Once he starts into his lecture and his face turns to the board, I sneak a glance at my phone.
Randy: I’m sorry about ur head! If u want, I can fuck u doggy style (because apparently, thats how I recognize half the women on this campus). My hand gently wrapped around ur throat as I pepper the back of ur head with kisses. Would that make u feel better? xx
I take in a sharp breath, my mind racing back to when I questioned him on how he recognized the women on campus.
The memory is short lived as I imagine Randy’s hand around my throat as he slides into me from behind.
My whole body seems to respond to that message as my laptop falls from my fingertips.
With a thud it hits the ground and has the class, and my professor, looking at me, again.
Oh, my fucking God!
Stupid lecture halls with no carpet has the bang echoing loudly around the room. I have to get out of here. I drop to the floor, picking up my laptop and grabbing my bag. I stand up as the whole class watches me as I rush back down the stairs.
“I’m sorry,” I say to my professor as I near the front of the room and turn toward the door and leave. I feel the relief washing over me as soon as I exit the room, leaving the quiet chuckles of laughter behind me.
“Fuck,” I mumble to myself as I take in a few deep breaths. I shake my head at the number of times I have humiliated myself in the last two minutes. I send Molly a quick message since I know she will wait for me after class.
Me: Everything is good, but I can’t meet you after class x
Molly: No worries x
I bring up Randy’s message and it instantly makes me smile. I forget about everything that just happened, and the fact I never want to show my face in that class again. I jog for the door and notice the rain has stopped as I make my way outside, thankful because Molly has the umbrella.
Randy’s blonde hair catches my eye down the path. He hasn’t gotten far and stands chatting with a group of girls, typical.
I hold my head high and keep walking down the path toward them, more than happy to interrupt this time. But he spots me first and instantly excuses himself from the group and jogs toward me.
It makes my heart flutter watching the sexiest man alive leave the group of gorgeous women behind and rush over to me.
His body is toned and looks even more shaped from the light rain and the way his shirt clings to his body.
With his damp hair and mischievous brown eyes, he bends down, scooping me up.
His arms wrap around my bottom as he lifts me into the air, so we are eye to eye.
I glance over his shoulder quickly to watch the group of girls watch the interaction, but I choose to ignore them and my eyes dart back to him.
“Why aren’t you in class?” he questions, his voice holding a hint of concern.
I give him the sexiest pout I can. “My head hurts, can you pepper it with kisses like you said you would?”
He holds me effortlessly in his strong, defined arms, but I feel his feet stumble at my words.
His whole face lights up, his eyes widening first in shock, then crinkling at the edges with warmth as a grin overtakes his face as he releases me dramatically.
My feet hit the ground as he grabs for my hand and turns in a rush, pulling me along.
“My car’s over here!” he yells from over his shoulder. “It’ll be faster than walking.”
I laugh out loud as I run behind him, my bag bouncing on my back as he grips my hand with such adorable urgency as he drags me to the car.