Campus King | 18+

Chapter Two

Tristan

My attention was pulled from the hot barista by someone tapping on my shoulder repeatedly. Hard.

Georgia's brown eyes flew to something behind me, and I sighed at the interruption. I turned to face whoever it was, but froze as soon as I recognized the familiar red hoodie. This time, the hood was down, and I could see her face clearly in the bright coffee shop lights.

And much to my irritation, she was a total babe.

Her long, golden blonde hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, fly-away strands framing her angry face. If I thought the blonde from earlier had pretty lips, she had nothing on this chick. These were proper dick-sucking lips. Too bad they only spewed venom.

And her eyes, such a clear blue they almost looked transparent, glared at me with pure hatred.

"You." I narrowed my eyes at her, wary about whatever bullshit she was about to start now.

"You," she spat out, and then she jabbed one long finger into the center of my chest. I looked down at it with an annoyed grimace. She wore no nail polish, yet her fingers looked so dainty and feminine — though they hardly felt dainty as they jabbed themselves into my chest. "You're an asshole, you know that?"

Was she still on about earlier? What the actual fuck? We stopped, didn't we? And whatever-her-name-was had scurried off with a pout after I ignored her for the rest of the lesson. Sure, I'd get another chance with someone else, but my dick was still disappointed by the lack of blowjobs.

I glared at Hoodie-girl. "Is this about before? Because I don't know if you noticed, but we stopped. Your cock-blocking efforts worked so you can stop hounding me about it."

"Oh nooo. This is about now — your second offense today. That I know of." She held up two fingers in front of my face and I leaned back to avoid getting my eyeballs poked out.

"Yeah? And how have I offended your delicate senses this time?" I batted her hand out of my face and she got even more red. Like a tiny tomato throwing a temper tantrum.

"I'm aware that you think the entire world revolves around you and that we should all cater to your whims, but that's not how things actually work. You, Fuckface, have been holding up this line for ten minutes—!"

"—Did you just call me fuckface—?"

"—Ten minutes! While we all wait for you to get your flirt-on and finally leave. I'm not sure if you're aware of this, but it does not take that long to order one coffee. It doesn't even take five minutes. But you — you disgusting, perverted asshole — you just have to get your dick wet!"

She took a deep breath to regain some of her steam, gesturing towards Georgia. "You can't even wait until she's done with her shift or on her break. No, you must simply inconvenience us all. We have places to be, you know. Things to do. And you're singlehandedly wasting all of our time while we watch in pure agony as you try to charm the pants off of this poor barista. For once in your fucking life, can you think about something else besides you and your pathetic penis!" She finished her rant by angrily yelling the word 'penis'.