Shit. Shit Shit.
I tried not to trip as I sprinted into the direction of the building where my class started five minutes ago. I can not be late again. The old hag would actually fail me. Halfway through the first semester and I had already fucked up.
Keep up the good work, Nina.
I slammed the double doors open and entered the building, ignoring the weird looks of a few students in my way and slowed down to find the exact room I had to be in.
“0B12, 0B12.” I mumbled to myself squinting my eyes to read the little signs next to the doors in a long hallway. Even if I had my lenses in, which I never had, I still had to stand within one inch of the signs to be able to read the fading black numbers.
“Yes!” I yelled as I saw the sign ‘0B12’ next to the door in front of me. Through the window I could see that mrs. Davies already started and I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down, before opening the door and walking inside. I tried to sneak past her, up the stairs to an empty seat, but it was no use.
“How nice of you to join us, ms. Walker. Still on London time I see?” She shouted through the auditorium. She had been using this joke since the beginning of the semester and I was wondering if she could do anything other than not teach us anything, since nobody seems to be able to keep one eye open in her class.
I could hear a few students chuckle and I rolled my eyes.
“I didn’t know you missed me so much, Karen? But I’ll have you know I only came out of bed this morning for you.” I said as I turned around and winked. Surprised by my reaction she opened her mouth, then closed it again.
“Well, erm, take a seat ms. Walker, and be quiet, please.”
I turn around and sit down next to Zoe, the first friend I made since I came to this country four years ago.
“What took you so long?” She asked. “You know what, never mind. You’re here now. I still don’t know how you are always fucking late, Speedy.”
That was, unfortunately, a habit of mine. Running late. It’s not that I do it on purpose. Well maybe for mrs. Davies’ class, but somehow I always got the time wrong or forgot. I got the nickname ‘speedy’ because of my small frame and non existent punctuality that caused me to always be in a hurry.
“As you probably all know by now,” Mrs. Davies continued as I grabbed my laptop out of my bag, “I’ll be retiring. This means, that starting next week, you will have a new professor for this course. I advise you to take him seriously, especially you, ms. Walker.” She said. I dramatically gasped for air and I grabbed my chest, feigning shock.
“God, heavens, I always take my professors seriously, Karen!”
Zoe sniggered and elbowed me in my ribs.
“This is exactly—” She shook her head and sighed before muttering something under her breath along the lines of: ‘Thank god I’m retiring’.
I wasn’t always like this. Yes, I have no filter and pretend to be tough in front of anybody else, but I became this way after I moved here from London. My home. I guess travelling alone and vending for yourself in the massive city of Los Angeles, teaches you to put up a few walls.
Forty-five excruciating boring minutes later, mrs. Davies released us from the auditorium and Zoe and I went to grab some lunch at the small cafe down the street from our apartments.
We lived just off campus, in the same building. Perks of having your best friend living across the hall from you are that I never have to walk alone to the university. That is, if I’m not late. So in conclusion I always end op running to university by myself after all.
Zoe bounced up and down in her seat and I start laughing.
“What the hell did they put in your coffee? Ritalin?”
Zoe rolled her eyes.
“I. Want. To. Do. Some-thing. Fun. To-night.” She said syncing her words with her bouncing. I took a sip of my coffee and looked at her over the rim of my cup. It was Friday night and probably the last warm night of the year. I have to be honest, I didn’t really feel like getting shitfaced and do something or someone we’d regret, and I was really not looking forward to the hangover that followed.
“Please Speedy, when was the last time you had some dick?”
I almost chocked on my coffee and started coughing, trying to catch my breath as I quickly put down my cup. Zoe was just about as blunt as I was and usually I liked it, but I think she forgot we were in public.
“So much for subtlety, Zoe.”
Just before she could react, two guys came up to our table. One was tall, with dirty blond hair and brown eyes, and the other was just as tall, but with light brown hair styled into a military fade and a snake tattoo in his neck. He definitely had the whole bad-boy-vibe going.
“Probably never, Zoe. You should really consider a boob job if you ever want to get laid, Speedy.” The guy with the tattoo leaned against our table.
“Piss off, Noah.” I spit, my voice dripping with venom, and Noah smirked.
“Whoa, retract the claws, kitty.” He said as he raised his hands. I formed my hands into fists under the table and shot daggers at him. It’s wasn’t even that bad of an insult but I got angry just because it came out of his mouth.
“Anyway,” The blond guy said directing his gaze to Zoe, “You’re going drinking tonight?”
“Yes, Samuel, hope to not see you there.” Zoe said as the stood up and grabbed her bag from the chair next to her. I followed and purposely rammed my shoulder against Noah’s on my way out.
“Fuck, I hate him so much!” I yelled as I stormed into my apartment. Noah always knew how to get under my skin and I was already insecure enough about the size of my breasts without him bringing me down. I threw my jacket on the floor and flopped onto the sofa. Zoe followed me inside and closed the door behind her.
“Come on Speedy, just ignore him. He wasn’t that bad today, right?”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly the idea of drinking my problems away didn’t seem that bad.
“You’re right. But I do need that drink.”
“Yes! That’s the spirit!” Zoe exclaimed and she walked into my tiny open kitchen to grab a bottle of wine. I heard the sound of two wineglasses clinking together and I sat up.
“I meant tonight, Zoe. I love you, but it is two o’clock.”
She ignored my comment as she sat down next to me on the sofa and took of the cap of the bottle. She threw her platinum blond hair back over her shoulder and continued to fill the glasses with the red liquid as I rolled my eyes and put on some music.
“So what’s up with you?” She asked as she kicked off her sneakers and put her feet on the small coffee table. I reached for my glass as I thought about the answer. In all honesty I didn’t really know how to answer. Zoe knew my backstory and why I left England, but I was hesitant to tell her about the feeling I had that someone was constantly watching me. That, me failing Law and Business of Human Rights, and Noah with his offending remarks made me pricklier than usual.
“I— it’s just—,” I took a big gulp of wine before continuing, “I’m failing LB Human Rights and I have this feeling.”
Zoe’s expression changed and I saw some concern in her baby blue eyes.
“What kind of feeling?”
“It’s probably nothing, but I’m seeing the same black car everywhere and I have to lock my door at least two times to ease my mind. I have this feeling like someone is watching me.”
“Mmm, I don’t know how to help you, Speedy. Maybe you can ask for a room at the dorms, they have security on campus?”
I smiled and shook my head.
“No, it’s fine. Thank you. There is no way he could find me here. It’s probably nothing.”
Zoe smiled weakly and lay her hand on my leg for comfort. Even though she could get a bit crazy and a bit much, she was an amazing friend and a good listener.
“As for LB Human Rights, you could always ask for a tutor.”
I frowned. The idea of mrs. Davies helping me with the course while probably making me feel like the dumbest bitch on the face on the earth, didn’t seem appealing. Then again, she was retiring, so it wouldn’t be her. I guess I have to wait and see who the new professor is and then make my decision.
“Maybe. I’ll wait till the new professor is here. I mean, what is he gonna teach me if they are just as mrs. Davies?”
Our conversation became lighter, more casual and took my mind off of my worries as we slowly finished the bottle of wine. We decided that neither one of us wanted to cook dinner and ordered pizza. As soon as I took the last piece of pizza, Zoe launched herself off of the sofa, grabbing the empty boxes and throwing them in the trash.
“Time to get ready!” She yelled as she disappeared into my bedroom. I chuckled and lifted myself off of the sofa. I walked into my small bedroom and sat down on my bed. Zoe had already opened my build-in closed and was sliding hangers back and forth to get a better look at my clothes.
“So, I want to go for slutty, but still classy, tonight.” She said as she took out a hanger with a navy dress and held it in front of her body as she looked in the mirror.
“I don’t know if I own ‘slutty’.”
Zoe abrubtly turned around and frowned.
“Please, Speedy, everyone owns ‘slutty’.”
I rolled my eyes and stood up, joining Zoe in front of my closet. She threw the hanger with the navy dress on my bed and took out another hanger with a black bodycon dress. She held it up against my chest and her eyes widened.
“Oh my god, you have to wear this.”
I took the dress and turned to the mirror. Honestly I was fine with about anything, but the black dress was beautiful and I wouldn’t mind feeling sexy for a night. I stripped and put on the dress. The black fabric was soft and I remember I bought this dress months ago and never wore it. It ended mid-thigh and had a straight neckline with skinny straps.
“Yes, Speedy, that’s it.”
Zoe had stripped as well and was putting on the navy dress.
“Why do you always wear my clothes?” I asked as Zoe zipped the dress closed.
“You have more, and I want to dress up together.”
I shrugged and walked into my en suite bathroom. I fell in love with this apartment the second I first crossed the threshold. It was small, but the size was perfect for me. Large windows covered the back wall of the living room and I had a gorgeous view over LA. Money wasn’t a problem for me since I inherited a lot from my grandparents when they passed away four years ago. Still, I chose not to spend it all, partly because I respected my grandparents too much to throw away all of our family money.
“What do you think I should do with my hair?” Zoe said as I put on a coat of mascara.
“Maybe straighten it.”
After I finished my makeup, Zoe and I switched and I let my light brown hair out of the bun it had been in all day. I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my long wavy hair. The colour was beautiful next to my green, hazel, eyes and tanned skin. My eyes were the one of the two features I really liked about myself. The second one was my bigger ass. Even though I had small breasts, I at least had something to show off.
I looked at the dainty gold necklace around my neck. A small gold coin with the letter A engraved in it hung from the gold chain. My mom got this for me when I turned sixteen. I smiled to myself as I thought back to the moment she gave it to me.
I stared at my hair once again, thinking about what to do with it.
“Do you think I should curl my hair?” I asked but Zoe stayed silent. “Zoe!”
“Shut up, I can’t talk and put on lipstick at the same time.”
I chuckled and decided not to do anything with my hair. Zoe emerged from the bathroom and twirled in front of me, showing off her look. The navy dress fitted tight around her waist and chest, since she was a bit curvier and had much more boob than me. The dress ended just above the knee, and had a slit that went high up her leg. She wore her hair straight and had put on some red lipstick.
“Ai ai, Zoe. You look hot.”
Zoe smiled satisfied with my reaction and reached for a pair of red heels.
“Right back at you, Speedy.”
I hid my face behind my hand in an attempt to act shy and giggled. I put on a pair of strappy heels and we closed my closet.
“Alright, let’s get some d—”
“Zoe I swear to god.”
“Drinks! Drinks, you dirty, dirty girl.”
The bar was just a five-minute walk from our apartment building. Music blasted through the speakers and the smell of alcohol, sweat and mixed perfume filled my nostrils. We pushed ourselves through the crowd and towards the bar.
“One gin on the rocks and a white wine.”
The bartender nodded at me and started making our drinks as I grabbed a ten from my purse. I gave him the money as he handed us our drinks and we leaned with our back against the bar, scanning the dance floor. It was a busy night and the floor was packed with people. I was looking at a girl grinding her ass against the crotch of the guy behind her, who, by the looks of it, wasn’t very comfortable with the attention he was getting.
I let out a small giggle at the scene before me.
“Do you want to go dance?” Zoe asked over the loud up-beat music and I nodded. I ripped my gaze from the couple in front of me and downed my drink. Zoe did the same and we made our way through the crowd once again. The environment wasn’t really fit for a good conversation so we just switched between dancing and drinking.
Trying to forget all my worries, I might have overdone the drinking part and it didn’t took long for me to get very drunk. Zoe was already sucking face with a dark, handsome stranger, so I walked around the bar, not sure what I was looking for and trying to stay on my feet. Suddenly my gaze landed on a guy with a snake tattoo in his neck.
Dammit. Not in the mood.
Noah’s smug expression changed into something else as his eyes met mine. He said something to his friends and made his way over to me.
What did he want now?
Anger mixed with curiosity flooded my veins as Noah stopped in front of me, just close enough to be invading my personal space.
“What do you want?” I slurred and Noah’s lips formed into a smirk, irritating me even more. I could tell he had a few drinks himself, but his hold on my wrist was strong as he dragged me out of the bar.
“What the fuck!”
We stopped in the dark alley behind the bar and a sliver of light fell on Noah’s face. In this light, and with the ‘alcohol filter’, he looked really handsome. Grey eyes, thick eyebrows and a slight stubble that was perfect for his strong jawline. His expression had changed from smug into a scowl as he looked at me. My annoyance changed into anger and I could feel my heart rate accelerating.
“What is your problem with me?” He finally asked and I frowned.
"My problem with you? Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that you’re always such a dick!”
I tried to invigorate my statement by drilling a finger into his chest, but he didn’t move a muscle.
“Precious, little Nina can’t handle a few comments? You are such a brat. Always acting as if you’re better than anybody else.”
We were shouting now, but I didn’t care because I could finally give him a piece of my mind. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I got angrier by the second. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins and the slight dizziness from the alcohol. By the looks of him, he felt the same anger as I did and his eyes turned dark.
“See, here we go again.” I said and I rolled my eyes.
“Jesus, Speedy, try to have some fun once in a while.”
“You know what, I’m too drunk for this.”
I ran my fingers through my hair and noticed how close Noah was standing. We were both breathing heavily and staring in each other’s eyes, waiting for the other to make a move.
Suddenly, Noah, pushed me hard against the brick wall behind me as he pressed his lips on mine. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him off.
For a second we just stared at each other. I couldn’t think of the right things to say and the heat that I already felt from our fight now turned into something else. I was supposed to hate this guy as he had always picked on me since day one, but because of the alcohol and the fact that our fight had slightly turned me on, I gave in. I needed to release the pressure in the only way I knew how.
Throwing caution to the wind, I crashed my lips on his and opened them slightly, pushing my tongue in his already open mouth. I felt him smile against my lips and I figuratively rolled my eyes. I tasted alcohol and smoke as my tongue fought with his, each of us trying to dominate the other.
He grabbed my ass with one hand as his lips parted with mine and begun their journey down my neck. He grabbed my throat with the other and pressed the growing bulge in his pants against my crotch. I clenched my legs together to release some of the building pressure between my legs. A small moan escaped my lips as he buried his face in my neck, sucking and licking the soft skin of the sweet spot under my ear. I slid my hand under his shirt and was slightly surprised by the rock hard abs underneath. I ran my hands over his chest, final destination: top of his jeans. Noah pulled back and, both panting, we looked in each other’s eyes.
“Mine or yours?” He asked.