Be a badass with a good ass.

Tamara's pov

Holy shitballs!

I'm really screwed up.

So the guy I called an old fart is a lecturer? And not just a lecturer,but my Criminal Law professor!

I even told him his pubes are bushy. What was I thinking? But again, giving a fuck doesn't really go with my outfit.

RIP to the fuck I almost gave.

I would have thought he had forgotten about the horrible scene at the staircase or maybe he wouldn't recognize me but I'm having second thoughts now.

When we lock eyes,his widen with disbelief and then a very familiar smirk plaster his face.

It sort of reminds me of Hunter's stupid smirkish face. Why I'm I thinking about Hunter right now?

Because you can't get him off your mind. My subconscious decides to be a real bitch.

"No way bitch." I tell her.

"You okay?" Quan leans over and whispers. His eyes stare into mine with slight concern but I look away. I can't allow myself to be drowned in this handsome fool's eyes.

Not when I'm contemplating the reason why I keep thinking about that fartbox called Hunter.

"Do I look like I'm not?" I ask absentmindedly.

"I wouldn't blame you. Mr Fletcher always gives me the creeps." He says referring to the lecturer.

Hold on. Did he just say Mr Fletcher?? The registrar's... No. They just have similar surnames. They must have.

"He's creepy." I mumble with a smirk.

He presses his lips together exposing the lovely dimples and chuckles softly.

His chuckles attracts the attention of the two bungholes sitting in front of us. They turn almost at the same time to glare at us.

If you ask me, they look like two butt cheeks squeezing in torn underwears. And those torn underwears must belong to Mr Fletcher.

"The girl sitting next to Quan, would you mind answering that?" Mr Fletcher's voice brings me out of my reverie. His grey eyes stare at me creepily, and for the first time I feel the creeps that Quan was talking about.

"Umm yeah. Come again?"

His eyes widen again and a grin forms on his face. I'm left wondering which cum he thought I was referring to.

"How do you approach an advocacy exercise in a scenario of Criminal Law?" He asks calmly.

"Umm, I think approaching an advocacy involves case analysis and drafting possible arguments." I say proudly because I know I'm right.

I'm not just bimbo with a big ass. I'm smart. I'm a smartass with a good ass.

"I don't think so." A raven haired arse sitting in front of me voices.

Oh for fuck's sake. Here we go again.

"Prove your point Quinten."

"Well,oral submissions and cross information are all that matters here." He points out while smirking at me.

"That's almost the same thing. But her answer holds more waters than yours." Quan taunts with a sly smile.

I feel like kissing him right now for supporting me. On his ass with my heel.

I never asked for support you nerf herder.

"Quinten is right but she's not." The cocksucker tries to reason.

Seriously,what is this bitch saying? Some people aren't just missing a screw,the whole toolbox is gone.

I think a douchebag of her magnitude could cleanse a whale's vagina right now.

"Oh, how's that Vienna?" Quan challenges. I like this boy's attitude.

"Say whatever you want but Quinten is right." She rolls her eyes at us. Does she even know what she's saying?

Ha! Was this bitch born this stupid or did she take how to be stupid lessons? If I had been born this stupid I would sue my parents.

Not that I even know the cunt who fathered me. Fuck his asshole antenna wherever he is. And if our paths ever cross,I will milk his balls dry and make him fry his bacon with the contents.

I've made up my mind not to argue with anyone, particularly a certain bitch who spreads her legs for Hunter to explore her uterus with his limp joystick.

Rule number one, never wrestle with a pig. You both get dirty and the pig likes it. I'm not about to do that.

"Vienna, don't mind that moron. You're absolutely right." Hunter scoffs.

Oh. What did they say about birds of the same feather?

Scientists say the universe is made up of neutrons, protons and electrons. They forgot to mention morons like Quinten Hunter.

"If there's a moron in this class then that has to be you." I decide to defend Quan who is quiet right now.

Why isn't he fighting back? Why does he look like he's scared?

"Oh really? I'll keep that in mind you little African fruit topping." He laughs and a few bitches and dicks join in the laughter.

Pity.

Are they laughing because their stupid prejudiced leader insulted me Or they are punky attention seekers who want to please this three legged piece of trash by laughing at his lamest insults?

Pity again.

"You're going too far Quinn." Quan's agitated voice says.

"So you're gonna defend that china made bitch?" Hunter half laughs before shooting daggers at him.

What amazes me is that Mr Fletcher is quiet all this time with no slightest attempt of stopping the fracus that is currently unfolding in class.

If you ask me,he seems to be enjoying himself.

"Mind your tongue you stuck up, half-witted scruffy looking bastard!" I bellow. This punk has gotten onto my last nerve.

"Or else what?" He raises his eyebrows inquisitively." What are you gonna do you black noona?"

Without thinking, I walk over to him and punch him so hard on his face that he fells off his seat. He meets the neck of the chair infront of him face first and curses loudly.

Ooohs and oh my Gods fill the room as a number of students assemble around us. Are they having an orgasm?

Hunter retaliates and is about to punch me when Quan and another guy who I assume to be Hunter's friend grab him stopping him in his tracks.

"Let go of me!" He cries shrugging Quan and the other guy off him. As much as he tries to conceal it,I can feel the tension and the intensity in his tone. He is hurt.

He grabs me by the collar and pushes me against the chairs and I wince at the sudden pain when my thigh brushes the metal steel of the leather chair.

The rest of the students are watching our every move with their mouths wide open. I've come to believe that people see better with their mouths  when shocked.

In that frozen second between stand off fighting I see their eyes flick from me to him. Our faces are unreadable,no fear,no invitational smirk.

Hunter's menacing eyes are a blazing red and his burst lip is bleeding profusely soaking my top. He grabs me closer such that our faces are inches apart and glares into my eyes.

I inhale the metallic smell of his blood as we stand there, staring at each other our lips unmoving. His eyes soften a bit and he releases me from his tight grip before pulling me into his arms.

What is he doing? Why is he hugging me?

"Enough! You two stop it." Mr Fletcher comes between us pulling Hunter from me.

"Fuck off!" He shoves Mr Fletcher aside and walks towards me again

"You won't lay a finger on her." Quan pulls me to him.

Something dark crosses Hunter's eyes and disappears almost immediately before being replaced with a glare.

He wipes the blood off his burst lip with the back of his hand and mumbles something incoherent.

"Meet me at my office." Mr Fletcher says before stomping out of the class.

Hunter follows suit after giving Quan a deathly glare. If looks could kill, he would be six feet under right now.

What's up with these two? And why did Hunter HUG ME ?????

"Everything will be fine." Quan whispers and escorts me to the doorway.

I sit across Mr Fletcher in his office with my fingers crossed. Hunter doesn't grace us with his almighty presence and I'm internally pleased.

He must be somewhere playing doctor to his temporarily fat lip.

"I don't want to do this without Quinten, you'll have to come together tommorow so that we can solve this without involving the disciplinary committee." Mr Fletcher announces after a long time of silence.

"Sure." I mumble nonchalantly.

After jotting down my name,he finally allows me to leave.

"Tamara, I would advise you to control your anger. You surely have anger management problems." He decides to piss me off.

At least he hasn't brought up the staircase scenario.

I give him a fuck off look and a plastic smile before walking out.

The class must have been dismissed after we left because I don't find anyone when I get in. I take my bag and run out before Hunter comes back to kill me.

I meet Meredith in the hallway looking like a lost pup looking for its mate in the midst of the Sahara desert.

"Hey Melody!" I chirp hanging my bag on the shoulder.

"Hello. It's Meredith actually." She smiles weakly.

"I know."

"So what did Mr Fletcher want?"

"He wanted a quickie but I turned him down." I say and she laughs.

"I still can't believe you punched him." She beams.

"Who?" I know who she's referring to but I feign dumbness

"Quinten! That's why I want you to have lunch with us."

"Us?" I scrutinize.

"I'm having lunch with my... My gym instructor." She stammers and blushes slightly.

The gym instructor must be a one eyed monster whose balls are filled with thick white yoghurt. That explains the blush.

"So?"

"I thought I would tag along with a friend." She mumbles whilst avoiding my eyes.

"Great. But I'm not your friend." I announce and walk away before she pulls me back.

"I'll pay for everything. Please?" She begs and my empty stomach supports her by grumbling.

"As much as I loathe your company,the idea of free food excites me."

"Then it's a date!" She beams and I laugh at her.

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