ETHAN POV

The last few weeks to summer break are always stressful. Everyone preparing for finals, catching up on the classes they've missed and tutorials. It's all about the final exams.

Personally, I don't care about it but what comes after the exams is what I'm looking forward to. In celebration of finishing exams the frat house throw the biggest, loudest and baddest parties of the year, and yes I said parties, which sometimes could go for five days straight. The parties gets crazier and more crowded, more girls... but if I'm being honest I just can't wait for the semester to end. I can't wait to leave college.

So many reasons played a part in my haste decision. Not because I'm a junior with zero education intention, I just want to be happy and the only way for me to do that is to leave this place. I'm curious to see what my life will be like after I graduate next year.

Knowing I still have a whole year to spend in this dump is stressful enough as it is. The only thing keeping me sane right now is loving what I'm studying, Business Administration. Moments like this is when I wish I was still close with my parents. I can tell the how I feel about graduating and we can imagine what my life will be like after that but who needs to hear discouraging words early this morning?

What is the worse that can in a year that hasn't happened already?
    
"Come back to bed baby," a tiny sleepy voice interrupts my thoughts. I glance back at the naked blonde laying comfortable on the bed that isn't mine. To hear she still have her voice is a miracle I can't explain, not after she almost took my eardrums out last night.

My eyes drifts to the table clock on the nightstand beside the bed. "It seven fifty six in the morning." I don't need to say it before she knows she has to get out.

Ignoring my subtle way of kicking her out, she pushes herself off laying position and crawls to me, her big breast jingling as she moves slowly. Under different circumstances I would have love nothing more than to turn her ass to me and fuck her pussy hard and fast but like every other students I have class this morning.

She goes on her knees when she reaches me and begin to kiss my neck, her breast pressing against my back with each kiss. She knows how to turn a man on but she isn't doing it for me this morning.

"You know you want me," she purrs as she trails her tongue from my neck to the shell of my ear, licking it.

When I don't bulge or answer her, she keeps kissing and biting my ear as her hand glides down my chest to cup my cock through my jeans. Her movement stops when she notices I'm not hard.

"That's okay," she assures me like it's something I need to hear, "I bet a handjob or blowjob can get you hard in a second."

Before she can do anything else I remove her hand from body and stand up.  
  
"So..." She lay back on the bed, bends her knees and spreads them as wild as they can go, showing me how wet she is, baring herself to me. "Are you sure you don't need help getting off? Or..." she moves her hand down her abdomen to her pussy, pushing her middle finger inside, "you could just watch me get myself off." She licks her bottom lips and moans.

She's pretty, pity that's all she is, a pretty fuck. I bend down grab the sheet from the floor and toss it at her. "Cover yourself." She stops what she's doing and glares at me for interrupting her. My warning comes next, "I'm going to the bathroom now. You should be gone before I come back out." It comes out harsh than I intend and I'm not sorry for it.

Every girl I've ever fucked knows what I want because I make it clear before we start that I'm not looking for a relationship or friendship with benefits. One night, and that's all but some of them never seem to get the message like this one here. I'm only tolerable when we're giving each other orgasms, how I react after that is entirely up to them.

She rolls her eyes moves to a sitting position. "My friends warned me about you," she begins as she check around for her clothes, "they said you're an asshole but I wanted you to prove them wrong, thank you for reminding me what men are really like." She grabs her bra from the nightstand and bend from the bed to remove her panties under the bed. She leans back against the headboard and hold what remained of her panties up, I tore it last night. "It would have been great if you weren't such an asshole, you were a great fuck. The best I ever had but your bedside manners is non-existent."

There is so many things wrong with what she just said but I'm not about to dissect ever word.

"Be gone before I get out." That's the only thing I can say.

"Argh! Fuck you, Ethan." She flips me the bird and finally leaves the bed.

"Already done that and I will not like a repeat."

She groans and curses me out as she put on her wrinkles clothes. "You are such a jerk," she screams it in my face when she's done dressing. "I better not see you near me again, dick."

I definitely won't be seeing her again. Good riddance.
    
She slams the door hard on her way out.

Now that she's gone, I can take my leave as well. I grab my wallet from the nights and unplug my phone, stuffing them in my pocket. As I approach the door, I see Landon, the owner of the room stumbles in. He looks exhausted and sleepy, I'm guessing his night went as far as mine did, only I got enough sleep to keep me on my feet this morning.
  
"Long night huh?" I ask, not that I care. He is sort of my friend but we are not close.
   
He nods and walks past me. "You can say that, heading to school?" He kicks his boots off and slump down on his bed.
   
"Yeah, maybe I'll stop by the apartment, want to come?" I offer since he's friends with my roommates and he lets me use his room as motel six without any string attached.
  
"Now? But I'm so tired," he whines like a little boy.

"Come on."

He groans and gives me a positive response.

****

Landon and Wally, one of my roommate are walking ahead of me, talking about the night they had as we walk toward Flops. They do this almost every day and I don't see the use of talking about the girl you had sex with with another man especially when you're comparing them. I might be an asshole but I'm not that type of person.

A movement catches my eye through my peripheral vision. I pause and watch her. She's moving her head and hands to the music she's listening, I don't think she knows she's doing it because her eyes are closed, she's just enjoy the moment alone.

One leg of her jeans is rolled up to the calf and I find it unique, although the question that first cross my mind when I first noticed it was, is this what people call fashion these days?
 
"Hey man," Landon's voices break my concentration and he continues to waves his hand in my face, completely pulling me out.
 
"Who is that?" I find myself asking unexpectedly, pointing at her. She doesn't look familiar and I'd like to think I know every woman on this campus but I've never seen her.

Landon gaze follows my finger to the lady at the other side of the road. "Who?" His voice is hard and angry.

This makes me take my eyes off her to him. Angry is not the word I will use to describe the expression on his face. He is livid.

Does that mean he knows her?

"Oh her?" Wally answers when Landon refuses to say anything, only scowling at her. "That's Hilsa Crazy."

"And I'm assuming crazy isn't her last name."

"It might as well be," Landon hisses. "Never seen her move like that before, fucking bitch!" He mocks. His eyes are still on her, watching as she clicks her fingers and moves her head, like a hawk.
 
"You know her or something?" I have to ask. They obviously know her, so how come I've never seen her before.
 
I have so many questions: Who is she? Why is Landon looking at her like he's going to kill her? Does she go here?
 
"Yeah! That girl is crazy, I'm talking bat shit crazy. I can't tell if she is cursed or just insane, she spends all her day yelling and picking fights with everyone like she is still in High School," Landon explains and Wally bit his lip before clearing his throat. He isn't saying anything about her.

Picking fights?

I look at the girl again and then back at Landon. "She can't be that bad," My tone is taunt as I say the words and my jaw clench to keep myself from laughing at him.
  
"She is worse, go over there and try to talk to her, it's either she insults you or punch you," Landon suggests, "she will punch you."

Now he's being funny.
  
"You are kidding, right?" I look at the lady who is so far from us now, we're only seeing her back. "There's no way she's going to punch me."
  
Landon shakes his head and add more information to prove his point. "I'm not. Seriously Ethan, don't you know who that is?" I shake my head because I wouldn't be asking if I did. "That is Hilsa Fries, the one I told you about," he reminds me, pointing at her.
   
Hilsa Fries. I know that name, I remember Landon telling me about a girl who practically practice boxing with his face. She's broken his nose more time than I can count that if you see Landon you'd know his nose isn't what it used to be. I can't believe that's her, she doesn't look like how Landon described her, he could have added she is hot, I thought he was just kidding because I never believed him anytime I see his bruised face and claims he got it from a girl. He endured the punch because he's a gentleman, he would never lay a hand on a woman.
   
I put my hand in my pocket. "If she doesn't do any of those things, I'm dragging your ass to Andy's shop to get a tattoo," I joke, I know all about Landon's crazy ass Dad and I wouldn't dare to piss him off.
   
"And if she does?" Wally recognise the stubborn tilt of my shoulder and the steely resolution in my eye and knew that I was going to do it, my mind is made up. "We'll think about what to do to you." They concludes.
  
I grin. "Deal." I remove my hand from my pocket and walk towards my doom.

If there's anything I don't do it's that I never back down from a bet and I always win.