that?” Brandon asks quietly. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me, but he moves himself away so that our body contact is broken.
“I never thought I would see the day when Alexis Harper, daughter of a cop, got involved with a fucking dealer!” He spits out in a harsh tone. “Your mother would be turning in her fucking grave!”
If I could move from this very spot and slap Matt across the face, then I would. The words he just said have left me slightly shocked, and I find myself being unable to react. I knew he was an asshole, but I didn’t think anyone could ever be this cruel.
Brandon’s face is full of anger, and I see his fists balled at his sides as he turns and charges towards Matt. Matt doesn’t move from his position and keeps smiling wryly, as though he’s enjoying some kind of inside joke with himself.
Did he just say dealer?
“Oh, I wouldn’t if I were you , pretty boy,” Matt taunts him as Brandon picks him up by the shirt collar, before slamming him against the brick wall. “You assault me, then you go back inside, and I’m sure you wouldn’t wantthat. Right? ” Matt lets out low menacing chuckle and his eyes are alight with amusement.
I notice Brandon still at what Matt just said. After a few moments, I see his body relaxing as he lets go of Matt, and watch as he storms out of the small alleyway and back into the college grounds. I really thought he was going to beat the shit out of Matt, and in some way, I would’ve been quite happy for him to do so. My breathing is heavier from their altercation, and I’m starting to feel a little dazed by everything that has happened so far this morning.
“Back inside?” I ask between breaths as I lean back against the wall. “He was—”
“Intimate with a criminal, Alex,” he begins teasing me as he walks over, with an overly large smirk now appearing over his face. “You do know someone died from the drugs he supplied them, don’t you? Oh man, this is too fucking funny!” He lets out a cruel laugh, which makes me question my own sanity as to why I ever dated this guy.
“Shut up, you asshole!” I spit at him as I push myself off of the wall, “You’re full of shit!” I call back over my shoulder, and walk across the grass as he slinks up behind me.
“Go ahead and ask around!” He calls after me. “Did you see him denying it?” Ugh!
Instead of walking to class, I take a detour and sit myself down on one of the benches located just around the corner from my building. There’s no way I can concentrate in class from everything that has just happened, so it would be a complete waste of time turning up at all this morning.
As I inhale the cold air, my eyes land over by the gates, and that’s when I see Brandon standing there alone. He has his back to me, and I watch him as I try to sift through my thoughts. I keep my eyes on him as he paces in front of the gates, and then avert my eyes over to a couple of guys who are just walking in. They head towards Brandon, and I watch as the three of them stand together, seemingly in deep conversation. One of the guys is waving his arms in the air and looking frustrated, while Brandon’s shoulders appear to slouch. I keep watching, wondering what’s going on, and then I see it.
One of them hands something over to Brandon, and I watch as he slips the small, brown package underneath his jacket, as the other two look around. It’s almost as though they’re checking to see if the coast is clear for whatever it is they’re doing. Brandon grabs something from his pants’ pocket, and appears to be saying something else to them before he gives it to the taller guy of the two. Then that’s it. The men head back through the gates, and get into a black car before it speeds away.
Did I just witness an exchange? Dammit! Was Matt telling the truth?
“What are you doing out here? Haven’t you got class?” My attention is drawn away from Brandon, and over to my right, where Alyssa is fast
“I never thought I would see the day when Alexis Harper, daughter of a cop, got involved with a fucking dealer!” He spits out in a harsh tone. “Your mother would be turning in her fucking grave!”
If I could move from this very spot and slap Matt across the face, then I would. The words he just said have left me slightly shocked, and I find myself being unable to react. I knew he was an asshole, but I didn’t think anyone could ever be this cruel.
Brandon’s face is full of anger, and I see his fists balled at his sides as he turns and charges towards Matt. Matt doesn’t move from his position and keeps smiling wryly, as though he’s enjoying some kind of inside joke with himself.
Did he just say dealer?
“Oh, I wouldn’t if I were you , pretty boy,” Matt taunts him as Brandon picks him up by the shirt collar, before slamming him against the brick wall. “You assault me, then you go back inside, and I’m sure you wouldn’t wantthat. Right? ” Matt lets out low menacing chuckle and his eyes are alight with amusement.
I notice Brandon still at what Matt just said. After a few moments, I see his body relaxing as he lets go of Matt, and watch as he storms out of the small alleyway and back into the college grounds. I really thought he was going to beat the shit out of Matt, and in some way, I would’ve been quite happy for him to do so. My breathing is heavier from their altercation, and I’m starting to feel a little dazed by everything that has happened so far this morning.
“Back inside?” I ask between breaths as I lean back against the wall. “He was—”
“Intimate with a criminal, Alex,” he begins teasing me as he walks over, with an overly large smirk now appearing over his face. “You do know someone died from the drugs he supplied them, don’t you? Oh man, this is too fucking funny!” He lets out a cruel laugh, which makes me question my own sanity as to why I ever dated this guy.
“Shut up, you asshole!” I spit at him as I push myself off of the wall, “You’re full of shit!” I call back over my shoulder, and walk across the grass as he slinks up behind me.
“Go ahead and ask around!” He calls after me. “Did you see him denying it?” Ugh!
Instead of walking to class, I take a detour and sit myself down on one of the benches located just around the corner from my building. There’s no way I can concentrate in class from everything that has just happened, so it would be a complete waste of time turning up at all this morning.
As I inhale the cold air, my eyes land over by the gates, and that’s when I see Brandon standing there alone. He has his back to me, and I watch him as I try to sift through my thoughts. I keep my eyes on him as he paces in front of the gates, and then avert my eyes over to a couple of guys who are just walking in. They head towards Brandon, and I watch as the three of them stand together, seemingly in deep conversation. One of the guys is waving his arms in the air and looking frustrated, while Brandon’s shoulders appear to slouch. I keep watching, wondering what’s going on, and then I see it.
One of them hands something over to Brandon, and I watch as he slips the small, brown package underneath his jacket, as the other two look around. It’s almost as though they’re checking to see if the coast is clear for whatever it is they’re doing. Brandon grabs something from his pants’ pocket, and appears to be saying something else to them before he gives it to the taller guy of the two. Then that’s it. The men head back through the gates, and get into a black car before it speeds away.
Did I just witness an exchange? Dammit! Was Matt telling the truth?
“What are you doing out here? Haven’t you got class?” My attention is drawn away from Brandon, and over to my right, where Alyssa is fast
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