2: "Victoria. You talk too much."
"I'm a little confused. I barely know you, so I guess that's ok."
I looked up as I tucked into my food, wondering which doughnut to get for dessert. I knew I was probably going to explode at the end of my first week here.
"He's fine. You've gotta admit," Jones continued, sitting up as she sighed dreamily.
"Oh God, it's like a teen movie! You're the British girl who falls for the jock-"
"Oh yeah, and what happens with Malibu Barbie over there? Jones. Look at me."
I waved my hand over myself, as she stared at me blankly.
"I'm just, normal, and I'm fine with that. Really."
"But, you're not normal."
"Thanks..." I laughed, my attention suddenly drawn to a girl with purple hair and dungarees marching over to our table.
"Who's the stray?"she demanded, before peering at me with interest.
"This is Victoria. She's from England. Vix, this is Hayley."
"Ooh, do you have tea every day at four pm?"
I shook my head, wondering where she had heard that.
"I drink tea all of the time. I've heard you're quite the artist." I changed the subject as she grinned, offering to show me her work. As I marvelled over her drawings, I saw Jones grab Hayley suddenly.
"Saturday night. Vix has to come."
Hayley looked at me, before nodding.
"Sure. Dress slutty."
"Excuse me?" I stammered, staring at Jones who nodded.
"Yes. Think, black dress, fishnet stockings-"
I shook my head with confusion, as Hayley sighed.
"This Saturday it's the Autumn Party, here on campus. I take it you're staying here?"
"No, actually. We couldn't afford the fees."
"Oh. That's cool, you can stay at mine," smiled Hayley kindly as I held my hands up.
"I do love a good party, but is dressing like a slut compulsory?"
I listened as the girls filled me in on how the Autumn Party was treated like Halloween, with everyone dressing up. As it was their first ever one, they were keeping it traditional and each dressing up.
"I get it. I'll go as a witch."
This was because it would be so easy for me. I loved black, and wore it all of the time.
"Yes, a sexy witch!" declared Hayley, as Jones jumped up.
"Oh, shit. I have a French class in five! Vix, I'll see you tomorrow?"
She grabbed my phone, typing her number in as Hayley smiled at me.
"See you around, Queen Vic," she winked, before heading in the opposite direction to Jones.
Queen Vic. It had been a while since anyone had called me that. My dad used to say it to me when I was little, claiming I was named after a pub on a soap opera. I finished my food, before emptying my tray. I wandered over to the doughnuts, when I heard a voice at my elbow.
I looked up with surprise to see the guy from our class earlier, Doherty. He reached over me, stealing a glazed doughnut, covered in sprinkles.
"Right. Sprinkles. I like the chocolate ring."
"Plain, yet classy. Suits you."
I stared at him, wondering where these guys got off offending me.
"Excuse me?" I demanded, my voice icy. He looked over at me, panic showing on his face as he shook his head.
"Shit, that came out wrong."
"Well, so did what you said to Jones earlier," I retorted, sliding the doughnut into a paper bag.
I stopped, suddenly remembering that I hadn't loaded a card with money.
"Ah, yeah. I can be a miserable bastard at times. What's wrong with you?"
"I forgot to get a card. You know, to pay for the food." I explained, sighing as I went to put the doughnut back.
I blinked as I looked at him as though he'd asked me to set myself alight.
"Don't be absurd!"
"Put it back then. All the chocolatey goodness. Just...put it back."
I laughed then, letting the doughnut roll out of the bag.
"Ah come on. You can't leave it. Someone else may steal it."
"You're really odd, you know that?"
"My name. Its Greg. And you're Marshall."
I went to correct him when I heard a voice speak softly from behind me. I froze, almost afraid to look at him for fear of staring.
"Actually, its Victoria."
Greg nodded as he glanced behind me, pointing at the doughnut.
"Don't let anyone steal your doughnut, Victoria."
He winked then, before walking away slowly.
"So it looks to me like you're in a predicament."
I turned to see Drake examining the doughnuts, licking his lips as he did. He slipped a card into my jean pocket, as I felt his fingers brush against my ass. My cheeks flamed scarlet as he whispered in my ear.
"Get two, and meet me outside."
Before I could protest, he was gone. I stared down at the sticky paper bag I'd emptied, before sighing.
It was just a doughnut. A boy, buying a girl a doughnut. To be fair that was pretty special. I didn't even know which one to get him, but I chose the one with sprinkles like Greg had advised. I quickly paid, trying not to feel guilty as I made my way outside. He was sitting on a bench, his hands locked behind his head as he watched me walk over to him a smile on his lips.
"I didn't know which you liked, so I got you-"
"Don't tell me you got me sprinkles. I like any but that."
"Erm, no. I got you uh...a plain chocolate one. Classy."
He began to laugh then, as stood up, sliding his hand into mine as he pulled me into a stairwell. My heart was thumping in my chest as he looked at me, his eyes wide as he leaned close.
"I'm really not meant to be eating fucking doughnuts. So this needs to be our little secret, okay?"
I tried to suppress a giggle as he took a bite from the doughnut, watching as I did the same.
"Good right?" he mumbled, as I nodded.
"Better than sex, apparently."
Oh no. I didn't just say that. Not to him...
"I don't know what sex you've been having, but it sure as hell doesn't beat sex." he waved the doughnut around as I munched on nine in embarrassment. I polished it off before licking my fingers, wondering why I was now a secret eater with the soccer player from heaven.
"Stupid thing to say." I muttered, as I felt him run his thumb under my lip.
"Sprinkles. They get everywhere."
I moved my head backwards slightly, feeling it connect with the wall.
He began to chuckle then, as I scowled at him.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you jump. I was just helping you clean your mouth," he explained as he stuck his hands in his pockets.
"Well then, I apologise for my dirty mouth. It's not the first time it's got me into trouble."
He gazed at me, as I realised with horror what I had said.
"Oh god. I didn't mean-"
"Victoria. You talk too much."
He stepped closer to me as I felt myself become one with the wall. He was so close I could feel his breath on my neck. I didn't want him to know he was having any effect on me whatsoever, so I pushed past him.
"Well, its lovely being your secret eating pal but I've got to go to class."
"Wait, are you rejecting me again?!"
"I'm pretty sure you will find someone on your list to lick your wounds."
"My list? You don't know anything about me," he snapped back, as I turned back to him.
"No, you're right. I'm pre judging you based on everything I have learned in my life. I'm assuming you're a fuck boy. My instincts are telling me to run and hide immediately."
"Well, maybe you're kind of right, but only partially."
"You like insanely hot women," I lifted my eyebrows as he nodded quickly.
"Who doesn't like insanely hot women?!" he protested.
But I was just warming up.
"Insanely hot women with nothing else to offer than what they look like."
I had him.
"Ha!" I said smugly, as I went to walk away gleefully.
"But what if you're wrong?" he called after me, amusement in his voice.
"Then I'll buy you a doughnut." I smiled, as he watched me walk away with a strange expression on his face.
Holy shit he was hot.