Greek Letters: Dick
He was in the cafeteria when his phone went off.
Chip had sent him a video.
He looked around the room before opening the file, last time it had been porn. Something Ronnie still hadn't forgiven him for. He wasn't sure what her problem was with it. It's not like she had anything to be ashamed off. Her stock had gone way up anyway. She'd gone from freshman busy body to smoking sex kitten over night. Your welcome.
It was a chick fight in the quad. Chip had been close enough to get some sound.
"Nice."
"Upset that he's into smart girls now?" the smaller girl said, she was Mac shaped, had that same dark hair and acidic tone to her voice. She was wearing a grey and green Pi Sig sweater.
He had a sweater just like it. It was the beer pong tourny sweater. Which mean the guy who was into smart girls now was either, Kurt's girlfriend or Morris. He couldn't for the life of him think what girl self respecting or otherwise would declare to the world that she was with Bandit.
The girl said something about the boy in not fucking animals and the blonde looked crazed.
A moment later and the blonde sent a fist into the brunette's face. The girl staggered back and as she twisted in reaction to the hit, the back of her sweater came into view.
CASABLANCAS
That was his sweater! That was his beer pong sweater! How did they have that! He knew exactly where he had left it, bunched up on the bench by the front door. Had this person been in his house! Was she a stalker?
His stomach tightened when he realised the Mac shaped girl wasn't just shaped like his room mate but was his room mate!
Christ Mac had gotten into a chick fight! She was a stupid pacifist, she was going to get her ass handed to her.
He looked at the background of the video, it was the north quad, he could get there pretty quickly. He stood from his seat to make his way there when a flash of motion on the video made him have to replay and he watched as Mac took a step in and slammed her fist into the blondes stomach.
"What the shit-" he whispered sitting down hard in his chair. His eyes glued to Mac's movements.
A second later as the girl was doubled over Mac's tiny little fist was sent right up under the girl and into her eye sending the blond on her ass.
Mac stood there heaving for breath her chest moving the greek letters up and down. Mac spat blood down at the girl.
"...peroxide's gone to your brain." Mac told her and turned away.
Dick closed the video and forwarded it to half his contact list. He had a rule that he always shared the love when good porn and chick fights were concerned.
A text from Chip had apparently followed up the video.
why didn't you tell me you were dating the computer chick? I could have won the pool, we could have split the pot!
what pool? he responds and its less than a minute before his phone buzzes with a response.
the whole frat has a pool going on who your secret girlfriend is. Guess she's not really a secret any more hey.
Secret girlfriend? Christ he was the reason Mac had gotten into a brawl. How could he justify a relationship with her if all it was going to do for her was get her in bitch fights with the numerous unnamed he'd fucked and forgotten.
Wait a second.
Relationship?
Like a real adult relationship?
Is that what he wanted from Mac? That was impossible. He shook his head. He hated those, the kind of relationships where you remember her favourite movie (8 1/2) and favourite song (no surprises and Kanye although she didn't think anyone knew that) where he'd remember that she didn't eat anything that came from an animal, even milk (which was stupid).
Fuck he already knew that stuff about her. Without really having to think about it. That wasn't a big deal she was a sort of friend, he knew that shit about Logan and he didn't want Logan to be his girlfriend.
The cafeteria got quiet, that quiet that only ever happens when the topic of gossip enters a room. A sound he recognised all too well. He looks up and there's Mac at the drink cooler, putting ice into a paper cup.
He went to her, the cafeteria getting all the more quiet to hear the transaction.
"You're getting slobber on my stuff." He tells her firmly as he comes up beside her. She has the string of the sweater in her mouth, chewing it like he's seen her do frequently to her own sweaters.
"And?" She replies and her voice is dark like she's challenging him to do something about it. He wonders if adrenaline from the fight is still crashing across her small frame.
"Who said you could wear my sweater." She turns to him fully and he can see her face properly. Her cheek a bright red in her normally pale face and it twists his gut because its his fault. He takes the paper cup from her and places the icy thing against the swelling.
She hisses at the touch but doesn't move away from him.
"It was raining." She tells him like that's all the reason she needs to steel his favourite sweater and parade around campus with his name all over her. Like she belongs to him. Getting her smell all over it, like the house doesn't smell enough like hot wires and clean linen and honey. His pillow still smells of her, not that he's tried all that hard to get rid of the smell.
Everything is quiet, she's just looking up at him with wide brown eyes and its twisting and tightening his insides. The string is still in her mouth and he reaches out and takes a hold of it, his fingers tracing her bottom lip as he pulls it slowly out of her mouth.
"Dick-" she starts his name sounds amazing in her mouth all soft and dark like it means something.
"Yeah..." He leans down on instinct and watches as her tongue darts across her lips. Fuck this is it. Right here in the cafeteria.
"I-" whatever she was going to say is lost in the blast of hall and oats from her pocket. She jumps back a step, removing herself from the 'danger zone'. With one hand she grabs the cup from him and with the other answers her phone.
He stands back up to his full height and looks down at her. She's still looking at him but there's something in her dark eyes he can't read.
"Hey Veronica." She speaks into the phone.
Of fucking course.
She should add cockblock to her business cards for christ sakes.
Veronica Mars
Private Dick and Professional Cockblock
Bitch.
Mac turns away from him, "how did you know about..." She turns quickly back to him, "Dick sent you a what?!"
He shrugs, he doesn't know why she's surprised, street fighter Mac was bad ass.
Mac heaves a large sigh and starts out of the cafeteria, away from him without another word.
"Hey! I want my sweater back!" He yells after her. She just waves him off and he's fairly certain he's never getting it back.
A/N: so I meant to post last night, but i had changed a lot of the chapter and i hit backspace and the computadora freaked out and went back a page and i lost everything. I was so upset I went to bed. So i've saved this copy like eight times. So I hope you like these chapters as well. Looking forward to your reviews.