Page 31 of Would You Rather
“Men,” he corrects. “Besides, I can still see beauty. And she’s pretty.”
“Like reallypretty,” Adriana emphasizes, her eyes widening.
I flick her on her forehead. “Then you date her.”
She pulls back, rubbing her forehead, but then she narrows her eyes at me. “You don’t agree?” she asks. “You don’t think she’s pretty?”
She’s fucking gorgeous.
I wipe a hand down my mouth, thinking back to the photoshoot. She had that red lipstick on again, matching her long, floor-length dress. And that fucking perfume. It’s been a week and I can still smell it everywhere I go. It’s ingrained in my mind and I hate it. Hate that she smells so sweet when she’s anything but.
“Doesn’t matter what I think. It’s not real, froggy. Don’t get your hopes up again.”
“You mean like with Leila?” she asks.
Exactly like that. Leila has been one of my best friends since I started modeling, and while she’s beautiful, she’s more like my sister than anything else. But Adriana fell in love with Leila. She looked up to her and wanted to be like her, and when she got bullied in school for being bigger than other girls, she turned to Leila knowing she had the same experience.
I’m so grateful for everything Leila has done for my sister, and for being one of my best friends. But Froggy, here, was already planning our marriage in her head, thinking that we’d eventually date, and when that didn’t happen, she was very upset.
“If her boyfriend ever heard about you wanting us together, he’d break my legs.” Dude is tall as fuck. I’m a tall guy, but he has to be at least 6’5”. Not to mention he’s buff, and would undoubtedly kick my ass if he even thought I had an inkling of interest in Leila.
I get it though. I’d be jealous too if my girlfriend was best friends with some other guy. I don’t blame him for being possessive over her.
“Hmm,” she says, her eyes shining with mischief. “Maybe I’ll tell him then.”
Little shit.I breathe out a laugh. “You’ve been spending too much time with Leila.”
She sticks her tongue out at me before she walks out of the room.
“Jesus,” James says with a laugh. “You’re surrounded by hard-headed women. Wouldn’t want to be you,” he says.
I shrug, a smile playing on my lips. “I don’t mind it.”
Chapter 12
What was my rule?
My professor is a dick.
Like seriously, the biggest asshole on Campus. It’s well-known that he’s a drag. He takes class way too seriously, not to mention he’s misogynistic as well as old-fashioned. One of those professors who goes on and on about how technology is ruining the youth and how this generation is doomed.
So, when he asks a question, I don’t even have to look to know who he’s going to pick. Hint: It’s never a girl.
He chooses a guy in the fourth row – shocker – and sits on the edge of his desk, waiting for him to answer. “The primary purpose of a constitution in a democratic political system is to establish the fundamental framework of government, allocate powers and to protect individual rights.”
Professor Harrison nods, tapping his pen against his white beard. “Very good.”
“Of course, they never follow it,” the guy continues, making the room erupt in laughter. I chuckle along.
“Okay,” Professor Harrison says, getting irritated. “Settle down, or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
The room quietens, and I stare at my laptop, counting down the seconds until class ends. My attention shifts when I hear hushed murmurs and the name Lucas thrown in there. My headsnaps up, and I see two girls sneaking glances at me, whispering to each other.
I swallow, trying to look away. I didn’t even think of what would happen once people found out about me and Lucas. Sure, I wanted recognition, I wanted to be in the public eye, and hopefully land a part in a movie, but this… I’m not ready for this.
“A constitution plays a pivotal role in shaping the course of a nation’s governance. The extent to which politicians adhere to the constitution can be a complex matter, and while many choose not to follow it,” he looks pointedly at the guy who made the joke, “political science seeks to unravel these complexities.”
Bore.
