Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Oh, hi, Bash." Giselle's smile drops ever so slightly when she reaches Aspen and recognizes me.
I can sense when people, specifically women, are uneasy around me. It's fucking awful.
I give her a nod and pull the hood up over my head. Up until last night, I was fine with them being afraid, it kept them away, but now it makes me feel like total shit.
"Everything okay? I got your text message when I woke up this morning." Giselle asks Aspen.
I look around and stuff my hands into my pockets and begin to fiddle with my motorcycle keys. Can I fucking go? Or will Aspen have my balls?
"I'll see you later." I say, hoping she will allow me to disappear. The three-hour break between my next class allows for perfect bike riding. As well as solitude.
"No- hold on a second." She instructs, holding out a finger at me. "Can we reschedule for tomorrow? Same time at Frappies-- shit. Hold on, I don't have a car." She continues with Giselle.
"I can pick you up. Where are you staying?" Giselle chirps.
"Really? Okay, thank you. I'll text you my address."
"Not a problem. So, I also wanted to mention that the Sorority is planning a party to kick off the new semester at The Falls and I wanted to be sure to invite you."
Great. Fucking great. That means our frat will be invited and now if Aspen says she's going, I'm going to be forced to go to be sure no one screws with her.
"Really? That's perfect, I'd love to go and talk to all the girls about Foxy."
"I knew you would." Giselle smiles and gives her a reassuring squeeze on her hand then glances at me when I roll my eyes, intending to be sure they both know exactly how I feel about this.
Now I have to go and socialize and shit and keep an eye on Aspen. Good on you, Giselle.
"I've got to run to class, I'll see you tomorrow, Pen. Bye, Bash."
"Yup." I say clipped-toned and agitated.
"What's been shoved up your ass?" Aspen asks me with an arched brow and turns to face me, crossing her arms over her ample chest with the words Magnolia Bar and Grill printed perfectly across her tits.
"Excuse me?" I ask, taken aback at her comment. This girl isn't afraid to dish it out to someone. And a year ago, I'd be all for it.
"You don't like Giselle?" She asks me.
"No, she's fine. But now I'm going to have to go because the boys will be there and you'll be there."
She hides a smile and adjusts her backpack, "Socializing will be good for you. You don't want people to think you're a vampire."
"That was the shittiest joke I've ever heard." I admit. I've been plenty social in my life for two lifetimes. Hell, I was the bloody social butterfly up until last year and I'm positive that's what has gotten me into this mess. All I want is to be in my room and figure out which of those fuckers has framed me and which one is fucking with Aspen.
