College Girl

Chapter 7

Unknown POV

"Come thru." I say over the phone.

"No. I'm already in enough shxt as it is." She says.

This girl stay frontin'. She know she want this.

"Stop playing. I'm coming over." I say and hang up before she could respond.
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Liberty's POV

This is why I don't like drinking. Fxck! The lights are fxcking up my eyes. I hear the soft breathing of someone behind me. I must've called Monte in my state of drunkenness. I turn over and almost scream. What the hell is Trey doing in my bed? And he's shirtless.

Before I could think of a response, I jump of my bed and, run to the bathroom, and vomit into the toilet.

Groaning, I say," Damn."

"Where do you keep your pain relievers?" Trey asks behind me. Of course he's awake. 😑.

"Behind the mirror." I say before vomiting some more.

I hear him open it up and the sound of the utg. I hear the run of the water, and he walks over to me.

"Here," he says handing me a wet towel," Wipe your mouth. You got a little somethin' on ya face." He laughs a little.

I snatch the towel and carefully wipe my face. Yep, I'm gonna be petty. Realizing I can't get up, Trey offers his help.

"Let me help you." He offers.

"....will you give me a D- for not being able to get up?" I ask sarcastically.

He rolls his eyes and picks me up bridal style. Before I can open my mouth to protest he says,

"Shut up."
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Slumped on the couch, I flip through the channels as Trey makes lunch. No class for me today. This is Trey's day off. We haven't talked much all morning, but it's nice to have his company.

"By the way, don't call me a jackass again." He says unexpectedly while walking into the living room.

He made himself too at home. No shoes, no shirt. But his body is beautiful. Six pac abs, and a couple of tattoos.

"Don't act like one." I respond.

"I'm not one. Stop being petty." He retorts.

"I'm not petty! Can I have my food please?"

He sits with the two plates of sandwiches and gives me a stank eye.

"I'll eat both of these sandwiches. Watch." He says as he picks up a sandwich and brings it to his mouth.

"And who's the petty one? Jackass." I say and finally find a decent show: Family Matters.

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" He asks while putting the plates down on the coffee table.

I ignore his question and continue watching tv. He shakes his head and brings my plate over to me.

"Here, you big petty ass baby." He says as he hands the plate to me.

I grab the plate and set it on the coffee table.

"Thanks." I mumble.

A piece of me wants him to fxck me and the other wants to kick his ass.
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One hour later: Trey's POV

I can't believe she fell asleep on me. I stare at her face, and touch her cheek. She's pretty af, but she's snappy. She slightly opens her eyes and smiles.

"What?" She asks.

"You have something on your face." I lie.

"Take it off then." She says.

"It's on your lip..."

"Just take it off, Trey." She demands.

I carefully pass my thumb over her plump lips, and she licks my thumb. We both burst out laughing.

"I didn't have anything on my lip, did I?" She asks while moving closer to me.

"You did, and it's still there." I say.

Without thinking, I place my lips on hers. The kiss gets more intense as pull her close to me. I go to her neck and suck and kiss that. I don't care if I give her hickies.

"Fxck." I say under my breath as she climbs on my lap and grinds on me. I feel my friend growing hard.

"Don't curse, Mr. Neverson." She says before biting my neck. I groan and grab her fleshy ass.

Liberty jumps off of me as the door of her apartment swings open.