Disclaimer: the only things I own are the plot lines, and Verena. everything else is not mine...so leave me to cry over the fact I'm poor please...
Chapter Seven :
The room was dark and the door was opened slightly. Though Gren knew something had to be going on, he was determined to see this through. Taking a deep breath, he very slowly opened the door more, tentatively reaching a hand into the dark room to find a light switch. When he found none, he sighed silently, and straightened his shoulders slightly. Taking another deep breath, he very slow ly walked into the room.
And had something hard, smelly, and some how...squishy hit him right in the face. "Verena...what the fuck was that?"
Laughter sounded in the room, though he could not tell where it had come from. He thought he say two shadows moving deeper into the shadows of the room, of course, if could have been his imagination also. It was just to damned dark.
"We think it may have been a banana..."
"And it was thrown at me...why?"
"...Well..."
"Turn on the lights. Now."
"Come on Gren, don't be like that..."
"Verena, turn them on, or when I find you, you'll be --" the lights flipped on before he could finish his sentence. Verena sat on top of her desk, her hands covered in plastic. Faye was on her bed, watching the two of them like a tv show. "Better. Want to tell me what the fuck is going on now?"
"No..."
"She forgot about the date" Faye supplied, grinning broadly as she gave Verena a thumbs up.
"Faye shut up!"
Gren watched the two of them as they started arguing over who should really be the one to shut up. Sighing deeply, he was unsure of what he should do. It was then he remembered the...thing that had collided with his head. Glancing over at the only mirror in the room, he say there was some...goo on his forehead and hair. Curing loudly, he went running from the room and into the bathroom...the girls bathroom...
Faye and Verena looked from the door he had just run out of, to each other. At his curse, their 'shut up' war had been put to an end. They both smirked and waited for the screaming to begin. Of course, it was Grin's scream they were waiting for. The girls on their dorm floor were rather...violent.
Several minutes passed by, and no scream was heard. Nor had Gren come back.
"Hey Faye, do you think they have his head in the toilet?"
"Hm, not likely, they like to hear them scream..."
"Then...I'm confused. There's no screaming."
"Maybe they like him so decided to use him for sex."
"...not helping."
Faye smiled "How's that? It's not like you wanted to have sex with him, right?"
"Of course not!"
"Then why should it bother you if he's in there having sex with six of more woman?"
"I...it doesn't..."
Faye's smile turned into a smirk. "Then you have no problem if I sleep with him, right?"
Verena's head jerked over to her and her eyes flashed. "Over my dead fucking...I mean, no. of course not. He's all yours..."
"Hmm, what ever you say punk..."
The two were still not talking by the time Gren came back, his hair wet, as was the rest of his body, though he was dressed. Looking from one to the other Gren raised an eyebrow. "Okay, what I miss?"
"Our date is cancelled so you and Faye can fuck." Verena stated, then got off her spot on the desk and walked out the door, past the shocked Gren, and the grinning Faye. Gren looked from the door, to Faye, and back a few times before he was able to speak.
"What the hell did I miss!"
"Verena wants you."
Gren looked at her as if she were insane. "Oh, is that how it works? Damn, I missed the memo. When did 'I'm leaving so you can fuck my friend' mean 'I want you, please fuck me'?"
"Gren, you missed what lead to that. Just trust me, follow her, convince her you don't have a harem in the girls bathroom, and she'll be wet sand in your hands."
"Sticky and unpleasant?"
"I was going more for soft and mushy. But yours works too I guess. What ever floats your boat Gren, really. I don't want to know this kind of stuff about you..."
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Faye walked into the newly furnished room, a smug smile on her face, and dropped the bags to the floor. Motioning two guys she had conned into carrying the heavy boxes into the room, she gave them her most winning smile. "Thanks boys. I don't know what I would have done without you..."
They blushed, making Faye's smile widen. She loved fresh meat, and nothing was fresher then freshmen. They were so cute, so sweet...so gullible. Because they were in college, they had sex on the mind. And they thought every older girl to come withing an inch of them, wanted to screw them. And with the way Faye dressed...well, who could help what others thought of you?
A few minutes later Spike stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist as he made his way to his room. He stopped short when he saw Faye directing two boys around as they lugged box after box into her's and Verena's bedroom.
"What's going on here?" He finally asked, one shoulder resting on the doorframe. "A party without me?"
"Spike! Just the man I wanted to see. These two wonderful young men just helped me to move all the stuff from mine and Verena's room. And since I'm a little short on funds...well, you know where I'm going with this..."
"Your going to pleasure them for the help they rendered you?" Spike asked, one eyebrow lifted, a nasty smile on his face. Faye's emerald one's narrowed on him, but her smile never slipped.
"Oh Spike darling, your such a kidder. I know how you feel about sharing me with others. So if you could give them twenty each, everything will be fine. If you have a problem with that, well..." slowly walking over to him, she lightly placed her hands on he shoulders and leaned on close to his neck. "Verena and Gren come back from their date in a few. And if I know Verena, and I do, you'll have one very sexually frustrated friend. And if he hears what you just said to me..."
Spike glared at her, then went to his room and came back with two twenties. "Take it and get out." he stated coldly, not looking at Faye again until he heard the door close behind the two boys. It was only then he let his eyes wander over to her. She had on a tight fitted yellow tank top that was cut so low her breasts looked as if they were about to fall out. Her hair was pinned up and out of her face, and her low ride jeans...well, what could he say? They were low ride jeans?
And right now he wanted nothing more then for them to come off. He also wanted to know if the rumor that she wore nothing under her clothing was true. He blushed slightly as he body started reacting to the thought. Turning, he started back to his room. The last thing he needed Faye to see was that he had a hard on. For all he knew, as soon as she noticed, she was going to jump him...
Hey! You down there! That was not supposed to get you to stand in full attention! Spike shouted in his mind as he looked down at where most of his brain was residing at the moment. This was going to be a long semester...
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why am I doing this? Why am I acting like this? Why do I always act like this? I like him. And because of that, I set out to screw everything up. Always. It's just like the last time...sure, Faye says it was mostly his fault, but I was there. I know what I did, I know it was mt fault too. I know I drove him to being such a dick.
When you beat a dog enough, they lash out. I just wish he had let me know I was hurting him with words. It's not like I...I'm just like that damn it!
"I'm loud and obnoxious, and mean, and fuck everything up if given half the chance! I told him that. Fuck, I told Grin that too! He has to be a masochist..." so wrapped up in her own thoughts, Verena didn't notice her inner thoughts were being spoken aloud. Didn't notice the tall, dark haired man following her, and didn't notice he was catching up until and arm warped around her waist.
Letting out a small screech, she turned her head to see who was attacking her. It was more their voice then anything that gave them away.
"Who's a masochist? Me, or the other guy your ranting about?" Gren asked, his light blue eyes gleaming with amassment.
"none of your --"
"If it has to do with me, it is --"
"It doesn't."
"Then why --"
"I didn't"
Gren scowled down at her and let her go, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Liar."
Verena shrugged and kept walking, shivering slightly from the loss of his warmth. 'Rena scoffed and gave herself a mental shake. He had been holding her for what? Five seconds? She missed nothing. Nothing damn it!
"Hey Verena..."
It was the soft tone that had her stopping and turning back to him. He seemed hurt in a way, though why, Verena had no idea. She couldn't even tell when she was being hit on, wether the people be male or female. It...was a bothersome problem...
"What?"
"I...why...did you toss that nasty thing at my head?" Gren mentally smacked himself for being such a cowered. That had not been what he had wanted to ask her.
"Why not? It was funny."
"For you maybe."
"Hmm, well, what else matters?"
"...forget it..."
The two stood there in silence for a while, looking at the ground and the sky. Verena cautiously looked back at him first and sighed softly. "Hey Gren?"
"Yeah?"
"Sorry I forgot, and then ruined the date..."
"...it's okay. We'll just have to go out again sometime to make up for tonight."
"...you really are a masochist..."
Gren laughed, then did something incredibly stupid. He closed the distance between them, and kissed Verena softly on the lips...