The Taunting (College Life #1)

Tana is back, but not better

I look down at her, "Yeah, remember that time you thought I was breaking into the house, and you jumped on my back, you screamed so loud I thought I would l lose my hearing."

"That's my Eggy, always defending people. You know, growing up she would beat up Bridget's bullies." Proudness was in her father's voice, and on her mother's face.

Elizabeth gets up from the couch, "Do you guys want something to drink?"

"Yeah, your father and I will take water."

I see Mr. Pratt frown, "I don't want water, I'll take a soda, please."

The look that Mrs. Pratt gives him scares me to my core. "You know you can't drink soda."

"That's just what doctors say, water doesn't have flavor."

She rolls her eyes, "I'm a doctor, and with your blood pressure being so high, soda is something you should not be drinking."

"Marlo." He warns.

"John." She says with the same tone of voice.

"Two drinks of water it is," says Elizabeth.

She grabs me up by the arm and drags me to the kitchen with her. I stop at the counter, while she heads over to the fridge, pulling out two cold bottles of water. Once the fridge shuts, her eyes glaze over as her lips purse up.

"The hell is wrong with you?" She whispers, not wanting her parents to hear her.

"Whatever are you talking about, Eggy," I say, amused.

"DON'T call me that." The waters slam on the counter, creating bubbles inside of it.

"What, Eggy? I like that name for you, makes sense. And I don't understand, everything is going well out there, in my eyes." I shrug a shoulder, sitting down on the stool at the counter.

"You know exactly what you're doing? She's tight, she's a screamer. Stop it!"

"Or what?" I challenge.

She smirks, "You don't want to know."

"Oh, but I do." I lean on the counter, my hand inches from hers.

"My parents think that I'm a virgin, and I'd like to keep it like that. You in here dropping hints, and making me flustered is blowing my cover."

I laugh, "With an ass like that, they think you're a virgin."

She tells me to lower my voice, "Stop it!"

"Fine, I'll stop." I relent. "My mom thinks I'm a virgin too."

She snickers at this, "You, a virgin? Now THAT'S hilarious. Come on, let's go to the living room." I follow behind her, not without pulling her by her dress.

I whisper in her ear, "I want you tonight."

Her back straightens, "If you keep messing around in there, you'll never have me." She yanks away from me, swaying her hips as she walks off.

"Damn, Elizabeth," I mumble to myself.

We spend the rest of the evening talking to her parents, they tell us how their jobs are going, while we tell them of our classes and social lives. I have to bite my tongue, not to say anything smart or sexual. I NEED Elizabeth, and I know if I say anything rash, she'll close her legs to me forever.

So, for the remainder of the time, I stay on my best behavior. After an hour, her parents decide to leave, heading to the campus to find Bridget, they take Elizabeth with them, to drop her off at her presentation for her psychology class.