The Taunting (College Life #1)

What's in the fucking box!

"James," Andreas said his name again like he couldn't believe that his ex-best friend, the one that betrayed him, was standing no more than 5 feet away from us. 

"That's my name, don't wear it out." He said, hate laced in his voice. I can't believe I sat here for almost 20 minutes talking to this guy, chatting with this guy, laughing with this guy. 

I hope Andreas can forgive me.

Andreas tears his eyes at James, looking down at me, "Did he touch you?"

"No, he didn't touch me." 

"Did he say anything to you, make you sad or angry?" And when I look into his eyes, he wanted me to say yes. To say that James put his hands on me, that he yelled at me so he could leap across me and beat the shit out of James. I've never been one for violence, but I would love to see Andreas whoop his ass.

But I won't lie about this.

"No, we were just talking, Andreas, don't be mad that I made your girl laugh." He smirks, eyes roaming over my body.

Andreas catches it, "Don't fucking look at her like that." My hand tightens on his shirt, just in case he leaps forward, I can try and hold him back with my weak limbs. 

"Too late. I heard you met up with Jessie a few weeks ago, what was that about?"

"None of your business." I see Andreas smile wickedly. Jessie didn't tell him what they talked about, and from the way he looks it's eating him up. "If she wanted you to know, she would have told you." 

"You better not be trying to get her back. She's mine." He steps closer to us; my hands tighten even more. Andreas moves my hand away from his shirt to his belt loop. My fingers wrap around it.

"Jessie and I were over the moment you slept with her behind my back. I moved on, as you can see." His fingers move through my locks, stroking them softly. "I'm not like you, I don't go behind people's backs and sleep with them. Now, if you'll excuse me, we're leaving." We both turn around and start walking towards the exit until...

"Look at you, running away as you did 3 years ago." That's when he stops, it takes every restraint in his body to keep himself tame. I interlock our fingers together, squeezing his hand. I see all the tension leave him, and a cool expression comes over his face. 

His head turns around, "I'm not running away, I did in the past, but not anymore. I don't want any beef with you, I'm over it. For years I've been plagued about what you and Jessie did to me, you sent me down a path I'll never want to go down again. I met someone that loves me for me, through all my fuck ups and insecurities, she'll always stick by me. You want to know why?" 

"Why?"

"Because she loves me for my flaws, and accepts me for who I am. I know she'll never hurt me or betray me. I can bet my life on that. She's my baby, and I'm hers. I wanted to, years ago, beat your ass, I kind of want to right now, but what is that going to solve? Nothing. And I won't let her see me like that, all rage and no dignity. You can do one thing for me."

"And what is that?"

"Take care of Jessie, she's a good person who deserves all the love in the world." He then leads me towards the door, before we go out the door, I yank on his arm. "What?" He asked.

"My nachos." 

"I'll buy you some on the way home."

"But I want those." 

"Are you serious?" He gives me an incredulous look.

"Yeah." He lets me go.

I grab a take-home container to put my nachos in, grab some napkins and follow him out the door into the cool night. I watch as Andreas calls us an Uber back to the hotel. The smell of smoke and the sound of cars racing by engulfing us.