Unexpected

Chapter 6: Coming to a Head

CADE

Astonished, I finish grading her exam.

“96” I say handing it back. A smile spreads across her face before falling as she checks over my grading skills.

“Why did I miss this one?” She asks placing the exam back in front of me.

I glance over it for a moment, “Well, you’re multiplying an inequality by a negative number. You forget to flip the direction of the inequalities. Simple error, nothing huge” I say clearing my throat.

She bites her bottom lip, “s**t” she says.

“Don’t sweat it. You did way better than I had anticipated..” I tell her before going back to grading.

“Why are you so convinced that I’m an i***t?” She asks crossing her arms.

I chuckle, “I never said you were an i***t” I say.

“Okay, maybe not in those words but your constant belittling comments lead me to believe that you do think that.” She says. I push away from the desk.

“I wouldn’t say i***t. The word that comes to mind most often is..entitled” I say turning to face her.

Her mouth drops open, “entitled? Where the hell do you get off calling me entitled?”. I cross my arms, irritation festering in my bones.

“Yes, entitled. Just because you are a cheerleader with a pretty face you feel like this whole school owes you something. You use your position as an attractive cheerleader and the fact that everyone loves you to manipulate your way through school” I say, leaning down slightly.

“I don’t owe you any explanation but because I’m in a generous mood I’m going to correct your arrogant assumptions. I work hard for everything I have! I don’t float through school and I certainly don’t float through life. You know what? I’d rather be loved for being an “attractive cheerleader” than be an arrogant asshole like you who probably doesn’t have any friends” she says, her fists clenched at her sides.

“Is that so?” I say, her face just inches away from mine.

“Absolutely! I hate you so much you egotistical, pompous asshat!” She grits through her teeth.

“Good, I hate you too, you narcissistic, entitled princess!” I bite out through a clenched jaw.

The next thing that happened was completely beyond my control. Something snapped inside of me. It was as if my body was moving without my permission.

I shoved Logan against the wall pressing my mouth against hers. After a moment her whole body relaxes and to my surprise she was returning the kiss. This only spurred me on to continue.

I wanted to pull away but the taste of her mouth was unlike anything I’d ever tasted. The warmth and fullness of her lips was so sweet that I couldn’t get enough. My tongue slid across the seam of her lips prompting her to open. As she did I slid my tongue inside of her mouth exploring every inch, moving in rhythm with her.

Her hands which were flat against my chest started closing as she grips onto my shirt. My hands grasped onto her hips pulling her against me until our bodies were pressed together.

I don’t even want to explain what was happening down south. My c**k was straining against my jeans and I know she could feel it against her soft stomach.

LOGAN

How on earth did I get here?! How does one go from expressing fervent hatred to a hot blooded make out session.

My body, what a traitor she is. She knows exactly how we feel about Cade and yet here she is refusing to let him go. Here she is indulging in the warmth of his lips and the velvety softness of his tongue. What the f**k! What am I saying?!

After coming back to my senses I shove Cade away, his hands still locked on my hips, my hands still gripping his shirt.

I swallow hard, my eyes searching his. I bite down on my bottom lip and move out of his grasp quickly. I gather my things and without saying a word I quickly flee the office.

My lips still tingle. I hustle back to the bus. My head is swirling and trying to make sense out what happened.

I walked into the dorm hoping Kristen would be home. I shoot her a text.

Logan: 911!

Kristen: uh oh..my ETA is 2 minutes

I throw my phone down and cover my face trying to tamp down the feelings bubbling up in my chest. Kristen bursts through the door.

“What happened?” She asks dropping her bag. She spins her chair around and sits down.

“I don’t even know where to begin..” I tell her standing up.

“I kind of..made out with..” I start saying. Her eyes get wide.

“Don’t say it. Don’t you even say it. How?” She asks.

“We were yelling at each other..I told him how much I hated him. He told me how much he hated me. Next thing I know he’s kissing me..” I say.

“No way..you hate Cade! You slapped him right?” She asks.

I furrow my brow and bite my lip, “no..” I reply to her as I look down.

“It was a lapse in judgment..a huge mistake” I say.

“So what are you going to do?” She asks, concern filling her face. Kristen knows how much I hate Cade.

I first met Cade when I was a freshman. I had a thing for his roommate but his roommate only wanted a fling. It pretty much solidified my decision to forego relationships all together.

Cade never looked twice in my direction, at least not romantically and definitely not sexually. As conceded as it sounds I wasn’t used to that.

We were actually friends for a brief moment in time. There was something about him, even then. But at some point our interactions became hostile and it was clear that he didn’t desire me, as a friend, or anything else. Since then we’ve always limited our interactions and on the rare occasions that interaction was necessary, it was never pleasant.

The funny thing is that those occasions aren’t really that rare. As big as this campus is it’s almost funny how often we stumble across each other. It’s like the world is playing a cruel joke on me.

Every once in awhile I look up into the sky like there’s something up there looking back at me just laughing. All I know is that I have no problem avoiding him like the plague from here on out.

I mean, isn’t that what I’ve been doing all along? Or at least what I’ve been trying to do?

I shake my head and look at Kristen, “As far as I’m concerned, Cade Adams’s doesn’t exist..” I tell her.

“Won’t that be kind of hard considering he’s a regular at the coffee shop..oh and Dr. Mathews teaching assistant..won’t it be kind of hard to ignore him?” she asks.

“If he’s smart, he would do the same thing..” I tell her.

Do I truly think he’s smart enough? No. Do I hope that by some shred of a miracle this will all blow over. Yes. Do I expect that to actually happen. Not a chance.