The Bigger Better Beta

REJECTION PART 1: SHELLY

As soon as she took the first steps through the college door, I knew she was trouble. Never was I so sure throughout my life that someone had it out for me.

It wasn't the way the boys in my class stared at her the same way they stared at me or the fact that she seemed to carry herself with an air of pride like she was much more important than everyone else.

It was because of the way her eyes landed on my boyfriend that got me breaking out in a nervous sweat.

Shelly Vivron, she had called herself while her gaze scanned the room, before her eyes met Brydon, she gave him a slight wink and I just knew she was trouble.

Her eyes seemed to scan the room once again but they didn't scan all to far before they landed on me, after all, I was just a seat away from Brydon. They lit up mischievously and I couldn't help the shiver that crawled up my spine.

"Mrs. Shelly, it's good to see a new dedicated student like you here with us at the University of Arizona, although your timing for joining us this semester is quite questionable but you're still welcome to this great institute nonetheless." Professor Pervertman said.

"Thank you Professor Pervertman," her sultry voice wafted through the hall, seeming to captivate the guys and even some girls too. There was just something about her that was different.

I noticed Brydon, my boyfriend stiffen slightly in his seat and the bad feeling only increased.

"Why don't you go take your seat somewhere and we can continue the lecture. If you need any help after class, anything at all, please feel free to contact me in my office, he said. I'll always be available for you, the professor said with a wink."

"Thank you sir, but I'm afraid I've already found what I'm looking for." Shelly said again.

She was fast but I could see as her eyes briefly flickered all the way to Brydon then back to Professor Pervertman

"Oh. I see." The professor gave a wide grin.

Professor Pervertman wasn't offended, instead he looked more determined to to even get her now.

He licked his lips shamefully and she turned, strutting her way further in the lecture hall. She turned heads as she made her way towards our direction.

Her hips swayed as she made her way towards me and Brydon, I noticed a few of the shameless boys turned to stare at her ass. It was then I noticed the cup of what looked like coffee in her hands.

She walked closer to our position. And I was wondering why she did it. I mean, the lecture hall was built in such a way that it would be much easier to go take a seat in any of the empty seats if she passed literally any other direction than the one towards us.

She continued making her way towards us till she reached our front.

Dressed in a dark blue v neck croptop and a penciled gray mid thigh skirt. I hated to admit but she truly was beautiful. Long dark brown curly hair, which she packed neatly at one side, on the other was braided into loose curls that neatly covered her left eye. Plum lips which did look very soft. Standing at a perfect height of 5'6, she was a walking beauty. Plus her caramel skin seemed spotless.

Just when she made to pass me, I heard an "Oops" and before I knew it, I felt wet cold smelly liquid dripping all over my body.

All around the lecture hall, I heard the stifled laughter of my coursemates.

"s**t Riri," Brydon cursed as he made his way to me using his handkerchief to clean off the coffee stain on my body.

"I'm sorry miss," I heard Shelly apologize in the fakest voice ever.

"I guess I'm still getting used to these heels."

I'd love get her face well acquainted with my heels! I screamed mentally.

In a fake show of concern, she rummaged through her bag and tried to wipe away the contents of whatever she poured on me but I screamed.

"Get your filthy hands off me."

The whole class went deathly silent.

"I know you did that on purpose bitch."

"Miss Simmons, Prof. Pervertman screamed. I will not tolerate disrespect and use of filthy languages in my hall. Stop harassing the new student and go clean up or something. We have better things to do than waste our time with your petty shenanigans."

I was gawking at this point. He didn't even seem to tell Shelly off, the only thing he did was to stare at her bubbly ass, shamelessly licking his lips.

I grit my teeth as I stood up from my seat.

"Babe, let me escort you," Brydon started. But I stopped him.

"No baby, I said. I can take care of myself." It was sweet of him to offer, but I didn't want to look like the baby needing help in front of everyone, I was brought up better than that.

Brydon stood up and gave me a small peck on the cheek and I smiled. But it wasn't for long because I heard a slight growl and I turned to the direction where Shelly was standing. She seemed to be giving me a death stare, and that growl, I probably imagined it because why would a human growl at another in the first place.

All I just wanted to do was clear my thoughts a bit because this was beginning to get annoying.

Suddenly her deep frown turned upside down as she gave a small smirk, a shrewd look on her face which seemed to put me on edge.

"I'm sorry for the coffee." she said in a tone that was nothing but apologetic.

Just as I had suspected, she really did do it on purpose! The b***h!

I contemplated slapping the b***h but something in me gave me far more restraint than I could have sworn I had. Instead i sucked in a deep breath and released it, got up from the chair, packing my bag which held some of my make up, I was going to freshen up in the bathroom.

Walking out of the class and ignoring the professor who seemed to be eying me disgustingly. It was no news that Professor Pervertman hated me, after all, he had tried all he could do to get under my skirt, but I had never spared him the time of the day, after I feigned interest and exposed him through a hidden recording, he was demoted as the senior professor and ever since then, he's been threading on thin ice but he still did all he could to make my life as miserable as possible.

I walked out the door and into the bathroom where I tried cleaning off the coffee stains with the handkerchief I had in my bag.

It was then I noticed it wasn't just coffee, there seemed to be egg stains all over my cloth too,

It didn't make sense for raw egg to be inside coffee. Except......

My eyes widened in realization. Shelly was never planning on drinking the coffee, she had bought the drink and put eggs in them just to dump them on my body.

She already planned it all.

I didn't understand why someone would have it out for me even when I didn't know anything about them.

It would mean my clothes weren't only going to be stained but they would also smell throughout the day.

"Just f*****g great," now I regretted not asking Brydon for help.

As if the gods heard my plea for help, the door to the restroom opened and I recognized the familiar mop of red hair that had entered. Even with what I was going through, i couldn't help the smile that broke out on my lips.

The said mop of red hair, strode gently into the bathroom, a small bag in her hand. I could already guess the contents of the bag and I inwardly thanked the God of the universe for sending somebody like this into my life.

Standing at 5'2, which was three inches less than my 5'5, she had red hair that could sometimes be mistakened for ginger. She had beautiful freckled skin and also wore glasses. Although, she was in her third year now, but she was two years older than me. Still she attended some lectures with us.

"Saw what happened in class, and I guessed, you might need this." Mary said as she dipped her hands in the bag and handed me a dark grey baggy gym short and top, I recognized them as our schools gym clothes.

"They were the best looking thing I could find in school that weren't smelly and dirty as the boys locker room. I hope they're good," she asked with a shrug of her shoulders.

I laughed, "Thanks Mary, they're more than okay" I was really grateful. I mean at this point, I'd take any single thing I can find.

Mary had been my best friend throughout college, although we weren't close at first, but in my third year, we became dorm mates in the hostel in campus. Ever since, we had found out that we shared a lot of things in common.

Archery, martial arts and crafts.

As much as Mary had the kind of face that would make you believe she was quiet. She could be kickass when she wanted to. I had once seen her tackle a man twice her size to the ground.

She was the only person who had ever come close to beating me in the state championships, I was sure if she trained for a little more time then she would most likely have a very good chance of beating me.

The only reason she still couldn't beat me was because I had more experienced than she did. I remembered as a child, how I had been trained by my sisters, Lucinda and Clara, who were very good in combat.

"Don't thank me. You know what to do," she said, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Fair enough" I said really grateful and I could have sworn I saw stars in her eyes, literally.

I chuckled knowing what she meant. I would have to thank Mary with some good food later. She was a big foodie who would contemplate murder, if you gave her the right set of foods.

"Thanks Riry" she squealed like the baby she could sometimes be. Sometimes I wondered whether she was even older than me.

"Now I have to get to lecture even though I won't be able to concentrate." She squealed happily.

I rolled my eyes while she ran out the restroom. I made my way to the gym shower for girls.

Quickly undressing and taking a quick shower and drying my body with a clean towel, I put on the baggy gray top and short. It was very loose around me but atleast, it served its purpose, my body didn't stink anymore. I folded the top and jeans I was wearing, and neatly placed them in the bag Mary had gotten for me and placing them in a cramped up locker.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, I looked okay I guess. The baggy top, did hide my small curves. Studying myself in the mirror, I was grateful for my high cheekbones, my silver hair with black highlights, making me look like a goth from some kind of rock band.

Quickly applying a touch of make up, I picked my bag and headed in the direction of the lecture hall, I opened the door and entered the lecture hall again, the professor gave me a amused look, satisfied with my current predicament.

"Miss. Simmons, if you would have your seat, some of us have a lot to do."

I ignored him and made my way to my seat but before I got there. I noticed that another person was aleady on my seat. I recognized the person as Shelly and I angrily made my way towards her.

"Excuse me" I said anything but politely. "You're in my seat." I made sure to draw out the last part, emphasizing on 'my seat'.

But Shelly didn't seem to mind. She only smirked slightly, crossing her legs, she pulled out a file from her handbag and began filing her nails, completely ignoring me.

It was taking all I had to reign in my anger.

"I said you're in my seat." I spat again.

A small sign escape her lips, then she rolled her eyes, before they landed on me.

"Well I'm sorry," she said in her overly sweet and fake voice again. "The professor said I could stay here, after all he said you weren't likely to come back."

"Miss Simmons, if you would please take your seat, I would like to continue teaching and you seem to be distracting my lecture." Professor Pervertman said.

I didn't need to turn around to know that he had an evil grin plastered around his face.

He had most likely done this in purpose, just to annoy me even more, and Shelly seemed to be enjoying every bit of it.

It was amazing how two people who just wanted to make my life miserable could bond so fast. They really should just get married already, they were way too compatible.

Wrenching my gaze from the b***h, I decided to ignore her and turned to face my boyfriend. If she was going to play this game then I was just going to ignore her and be the bigger human.

"Come on Brydon, let's go." I said.

"Oh I'm afraid darling, but he won't be coming with you." Shelly piped in, I could dectect a hint of mischief in her tone.

Turning to her, I was confused! What the hell did she mean by that?

Deciding to completely ignore her now, I turned to Brydon again.

"Come on babe, we can go seat at the back." I said again.

I looked at Brydon, he looked like he couldn't even move, like he was struggling to get up from his seat or something. The veins on his forehead throbbed, as he kept on struggling.

" I..I'm sorry, I..ca.. can't babe" he said as he finally gave an exhausting sign.

Shelly only smirked again.

"Told you sweetie. He's not coming with you." She said.

"You filthy little bi-" I started but was interrupted by the professor.

"Miss. Simmons! This would be the last time I warn you, or you can proceed to use the door!" Professor Pervertman said hotly.

I grit my teeth, gripping my fists around my bag tight, Brydon better have a good reason for this stupid stunt he pulled.

All around me I heard snickers and the stifled laughter of my coursemates, but I just ignored them.

I made my way to the back of the class, however, from this point, I could still see my boyfriend and Shelly and it pissed me, if Shelly wasn't eye flirting with the professor, then she was running her hands up my boyfriend's arm.

What seemed to anger me the more was that Brydon made no effort whatsoever to push her hands away, instead he just let her continue, like he was under some sort of trance.

After sometime, her hands slipped under the table and began moving up and down. I didn't want to believe what was happening. Brydon just sat there, although i did notice the occasional jerking of his body, like he was struggling against her touch, but no matter, he still didn't shift her hand away.

Shelly must have felt my gaze on her because she turned to look at me and smirked at me once again. All of a sudden she made a very inappropriate face, she was trying to tease me.

'The f*****g b***h!' i cursed inwardly.

I didn't know how long I glared at her, till I heard the bell for class ring.

Shelly hurriedly walked to the professor whispering something in his ear, I saw her eyes move to me and the professor's eyes darken with lust. She must have told him something very disgusting!

I decided to ignore her. Lectures were finally over, I ran to meet my boyfriend when I heard the professor's loud voice.

"Miss Simmons, a word."

Ughhh I mentally groaned. Why now?

I turned to the door to see Brydon and Shelly exiting the hall, if I pursued them now, I could make it, but if I attended to the professor, I would lose them again.

"Miss Simmons, I won't repeat myself again." The professor said, a hint of malice in his tone.

And just like that I had missed my chance of seeing Brydon as I walked towards Professor Pervertman.

I felt anger surging through my veins.

"You called professor," I asked looking at him questionly

The professor looked darkly at me.

"Oh, did I now? Miss Simmons"

I scrunched up my nose in confusion, i was getting impatient.

"Oh yes, he said like as if he finally remembered something.

I wanted you to meet me in my office for a discussion on your project topic, but now that I think about it, you're not even in your final year of college. Oops, my bad. Do have a good day Miss Simmons and shut the door on your way out."

A look of realisation passed through my face as I felt the blood boiling in my veins, I knew what he had done.

The bastard only wanted to waste my time to allow Shelly leave with my boyfriend!

As if realising I had found out, Professor Pervertman gave a maniacal s**t eating grin.

"You snooze you loose b***h!" He said laughing like the evil man he was.

I so wanted to punch him, I really did, but I had to control myself.