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legs.”
“Big talk,” Michael
sneered, though from his expression he didn’t look to be in the mood to test
that threat.
“We can take him!” one of
Michael’s friends said, but Michael put up a hand to silence him.
“No,” he snarled, “we’re
leaving. There’s plenty of ass on this campus—this one’s not worth the
trouble.”
“You sure, Mike?” asked the
overweight frat boy at his side.
“I said no,” Michael said,
glaring at Richard. “We’re done… for now .”
Without another word,
Michael turned and walked away, casting a venomous glare back over his shoulder
at the two of us as his toadies fell in line behind him. It was around that
time that I’d begun to wonder when I’d fallen into some bizarre dream world
where my stepbrother wasn’t at some college across the country, and had even
arrived in the nick of time to save me from danger.
“Are you okay?” Richard
asked once Michael and his goons were safely out of sight. He knelt down next
to me as I took an account of myself to make sure I hadn’t hurt anything worse
than I’d realized.
“What’re you doing here, Richard?”
I asked quietly, taking his offered hand as he helped to pull me up from the
floor. “You don’t even go here.”
“Right now I’m saving you
from that little sniveling shitlord. And for your information, I do go here. I’ve been up here for the
last few days, in fact.”
“I thought that you’d told Dad
you had a better offer.”
“You’re looking at it,” he
replied, shrugging. “UCLA offered me a starting position on the team. Beats the
hell out of bench warming on the east coast. Now let’s get you out of here and
you can tell me all about what that was about.”
I frowned, but took his
hand as we made our way out toward the one of the parking garages. I had the
feeling that things were going to start getting much stranger after all of
this. If only I’d known then how right I was.
Chapter
8
Richard
“What’re we doing here?” Jessica asked
as we stepped into the crowded off-campus restaurant. She’d wrapped herself up
tight in her arms, doing her best to cover up the rips in her clothes in the
hopes that no one would notice. But despite her best efforts, the tears
brimming in her eyes were a dead giveaway.
“We’re here to calm you
down,” I said, leaning close to her so that she could hear me over the chatter
of the various tables. “You’re a wreck.”
“Welcome to Bobby’s!” said
a bubbly young waitress, her top unbuttoned just enough to give a great look at
her plentiful cleavage. “I’m Sasha. Are there just the two of you?”
“Yeah,” I said, keeping my
eyes from staring too blatantly at the girl’s large breasts. “Just the two of
us. Is it possible to get a corner booth?”
“Sure is!” she said,
flashing a set of white sparkling teeth. “Just come on and follow me, and then
we can get you two some drinks.”
The waitress led us into
the back portion of the dining room where only a few other parties had been
seated, which was more than ideal. I wanted privacy to get to the bottom of
what was happening between Michael and Jess, and being hidden back away from
the crowds was exactly what I needed to get her to open up.
Jessica and I slid into the
plastic-upholstered benches that surrounded the table, which was thankfully
hidden away from most prying eyes. The restaurant was bustling, but not
terribly crowded, which kept the staff busy enough to give me and my stepsister
time to talk.
“So, what happened back
there?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said,
fighting back a sob as she wiped at her eyes. “These guys were calling after
me, calling me names, telling me to come talk to them. I wanted to just ignore
them, but they were all over me… then they called Michael over. I didn’t even know he was going to
school here,” she said, putting her face in her hands. “I mean, God! If I’d
known, then I’d—”
“You couldn’t
“Big talk,” Michael
sneered, though from his expression he didn’t look to be in the mood to test
that threat.
“We can take him!” one of
Michael’s friends said, but Michael put up a hand to silence him.
“No,” he snarled, “we’re
leaving. There’s plenty of ass on this campus—this one’s not worth the
trouble.”
“You sure, Mike?” asked the
overweight frat boy at his side.
“I said no,” Michael said,
glaring at Richard. “We’re done… for now .”
Without another word,
Michael turned and walked away, casting a venomous glare back over his shoulder
at the two of us as his toadies fell in line behind him. It was around that
time that I’d begun to wonder when I’d fallen into some bizarre dream world
where my stepbrother wasn’t at some college across the country, and had even
arrived in the nick of time to save me from danger.
“Are you okay?” Richard
asked once Michael and his goons were safely out of sight. He knelt down next
to me as I took an account of myself to make sure I hadn’t hurt anything worse
than I’d realized.
“What’re you doing here, Richard?”
I asked quietly, taking his offered hand as he helped to pull me up from the
floor. “You don’t even go here.”
“Right now I’m saving you
from that little sniveling shitlord. And for your information, I do go here. I’ve been up here for the
last few days, in fact.”
“I thought that you’d told Dad
you had a better offer.”
“You’re looking at it,” he
replied, shrugging. “UCLA offered me a starting position on the team. Beats the
hell out of bench warming on the east coast. Now let’s get you out of here and
you can tell me all about what that was about.”
I frowned, but took his
hand as we made our way out toward the one of the parking garages. I had the
feeling that things were going to start getting much stranger after all of
this. If only I’d known then how right I was.
Chapter
8
Richard
“What’re we doing here?” Jessica asked
as we stepped into the crowded off-campus restaurant. She’d wrapped herself up
tight in her arms, doing her best to cover up the rips in her clothes in the
hopes that no one would notice. But despite her best efforts, the tears
brimming in her eyes were a dead giveaway.
“We’re here to calm you
down,” I said, leaning close to her so that she could hear me over the chatter
of the various tables. “You’re a wreck.”
“Welcome to Bobby’s!” said
a bubbly young waitress, her top unbuttoned just enough to give a great look at
her plentiful cleavage. “I’m Sasha. Are there just the two of you?”
“Yeah,” I said, keeping my
eyes from staring too blatantly at the girl’s large breasts. “Just the two of
us. Is it possible to get a corner booth?”
“Sure is!” she said,
flashing a set of white sparkling teeth. “Just come on and follow me, and then
we can get you two some drinks.”
The waitress led us into
the back portion of the dining room where only a few other parties had been
seated, which was more than ideal. I wanted privacy to get to the bottom of
what was happening between Michael and Jess, and being hidden back away from
the crowds was exactly what I needed to get her to open up.
Jessica and I slid into the
plastic-upholstered benches that surrounded the table, which was thankfully
hidden away from most prying eyes. The restaurant was bustling, but not
terribly crowded, which kept the staff busy enough to give me and my stepsister
time to talk.
“So, what happened back
there?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said,
fighting back a sob as she wiped at her eyes. “These guys were calling after
me, calling me names, telling me to come talk to them. I wanted to just ignore
them, but they were all over me… then they called Michael over. I didn’t even know he was going to
school here,” she said, putting her face in her hands. “I mean, God! If I’d
known, then I’d—”
“You couldn’t
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