Dorming with the Jocks

Ch. 12

"Oh Kent, hunny," Missy's voice was audbile before she came strutting around the corner, into our dorm room wearing Kent's shirt from before, the bottom reaching halfway down her thighs.

Now it made sense.

I turned my attention from Missy, who was delighted to see me there, back to Kent who had turned ghost white.

"Sadie it's not what it looks like!" Kent began to call out as I pushed past Missy and began walking down the hall, towards the elevator. "Sadie, wait!"

I heard his footsteps behind me before he was grabbing my arm and turning me towards him. Missy was right on his heels, still smirking.

"Sorry, next time we'll lock the door," Missy said, grabbing onto Kent's arm and giggling. Kent shook off her hold and reached out to grab my other hand but I pulled away.

"In case you forgot, I have a key to my own room," I held up my room key and was satisfied when Missy scowled at me, her smirk gone now.

"Sadie, this is all a misunderstanding. She just asked if we could talk," Kent began to explain but I stopped him.

"So you thought the best place to go would be our dorm room?" I wasn't yelling, I wanted to but I didn't. I didn't want Missy to see how much this hurt me.

"No! Missy spilled her drink all over herself and her clothes were see through," Kent took a deep breath. "She came up here to borrow a shirt of mine, that's it. Missy wasn't even in our room,"

"Don't lie to the poor girl Kent, babe, we don't need to be giving her false hope now," Missy's demonic behavior was back, the plastic smirk was too and all I could imagine doing was slapping it right from her face.

"Missy shut up!" Kent yelled back to her then turned to me frantically again. "Please believe me, Missy is lying. She's a master manipulator. I'm sure she planned this whole thing out anyway,"

"Really Kent? Am I really supposed to believe that?" I asked, crossing my arms. Why was I even entertaining these two? I was making the situation worse, making myself look even more pathetic. Sadie, the girl who thought Kent had a crush on her but in fact Missy always had him from the beginning.

"Are you going to believe her over me?" Kent asked, pointing back at Missy and staring at me, eyes wide and full of worry. I glanced between the two. Missy, smirking and wearing Kent's shirt. Kent standing, begging me to believe him.

"I don't know who to believe," I turned around and quickly walked towards the stairs, they'd be easier and faster to get out of here. Kent yelled after me but I kept moving, as fast as I could without sprinting and soon enough I was outside again and no one was chasing after me.