Lick Me Series 1 (Girlxintersex)

Chapter 3

Episode 3

Beth POV

"You can't just dismiss her." Mala squealed as she ran through the packed college halls, I was terribly late for my class, I can't afford to miss a class, I need every class hour and every single note my frail fingers could acquire.

"She's a horrible person."

"Which wealthy individual isn't?"

"Well, you aren't, and you are wealthy." I said. She clutched my hand. "Come on Mala, I have to be in class in 2 minutes." My lesson was on the opposite side of the campus, which included going through the dorm rooms and bleachers, climbing at least 23 flights of stairs, and walking down another lengthy hallway.

"Relax, the semester has only just begun; they won't be doing anything too serious." She stated. College students passed us by, and a couple shoved me about. I sighed as I led her along an empty corridor.

"I'm not sure I could go down that path." I murmured, gripping the dare life of my ten-thousand-page math book. I've already begun going through it, and I must admit that all the intricate calculations made my eyes dizzy.

"This..." she touched the hefty book; I used to carry it in my backpack, but it gave me back ache at the end of the day, so I settled with holding it.

"You need money to continue this semester, and your little whining boyfriend isn't going to give you any, so who else is going to?"

"Come on, don't bring up Zack like that. At the very least, he cares about me."

"What does this 'love' get you? Because that email is still there, tormenting you, and the school clearly needs their money."

"Please don't bring it up again." I whimpered as I leaned against a classroom door. "I'm simply nervous, and she doesn't seem like my type or vice versa." I murmured.

"It has nothing to do with type, Beth. It's about wanting money and convincing someone to give you some."

I sighed; I was already stressed, and the semester had only begun two weeks before. "If I do this, you can't tell Zack, and if he finds out, you have to cover up for me." I said.

"Does that imply you're going to do it?"

I was hesitant to respond since my head was shouting a harsh long 'no' at me. I was now calculating the negative implications, the most serious of which was cheating on Zack; he didn't deserve it, but when I looked at it from a selfish standpoint, that I needed the money to continue school, I slowly began to nod my head yes.

She squealed and drew me near, the aroma of her costly collection perfume filling my nostrils.

"I have to get going; I'll see you later."

"I'm going to order pizzas for us to celebrate."

I rolled my eyes and turned away, doubting anything about it was worth celebrating. I'd essentially be praising my infidelity.

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Only a few pizzas were left in the Paparoni pizzas package. Mala and I were both stuffed after eating pizza and drinking wine. I have a few equations to practice, but with my stomach feeling bloated from eating too many carbs, I think lounging about on the living room sofa while the television plays quietly might be nicer.

"Have you phoned her yet?"

"You've asked me that at least three times." I remarked, pulling the denim of my pants to liberate my stomach. I felt like I was ready to burst, but I took the wine glass and sipped a couple more swallows of wine.

"Time is ticking, and money is fleeing. You do realize that with all the time you're spending, she may have found someone else."

"Perfect for me." I muttered. "I just don't like how self-centered she is." She stated that she anticipated me to be in her bed very soon. Does she think I'm some kind of clown?"

"Oh, mature." Mala rolled her eyes as she sipped her wine and grabbed for the bottle to finish what was left in her glass. "Rich individuals are always swimming in vanity and arrogance. Just contacted her and gave her a chance."

"I'll contact her later in the evening."

"Nope." She stated this as she took my phone off the coffee table and tossed it on my lap. She motioned for me to take go. "Call her right now and ask her when she wants to meet up again."

"Will you be returning?" I asked, thinking she'd say yes, but when she shook her head no, it left a sour taste in my mouth.

I don't believe I could sit at a table with only that terrifying human being; I need someone to keep the conversation going so she doesn't convert me into a ball of dust.

"What's the harm?"

"I have my own dates that I need to keep. I can't be with you every step of the way. But if you don't understand something or need an outfit suggestion, I'm your girl." She stated this while pointing to herself. "Go call her now."

I grumbled as I stood up and walked outside to the front porch, the crisp fall air mingled with pumpkin spice caressing my nose, and I was in desperate need of a slice of pumpkin pie.

I ultimately stored her phone number in my phone, but I saved it as a woman in case Zack was prying through my phone and saw another man's name—keep in mind, she does have a male name.

I moved around, knowing that if I stayed in one spot too long, I'd wet myself from the cold, and that wearing a spaghettis strap top wasn't going to cut it in these temperature.

"Hello." The raspy, dark, menacing voice arrived, and I stood frozen in place that she actually responded. My fingers lingered on my lips as I felt the urge to belch; what a moment to discharge body gas.

"H-hi. It's Be-Bethany. I'm friends with Mala, and we—"

"Ms. Virgin, I knew you'd call. It took you a long time, but you accomplished it."

I rolled my eyes as I withdrew the phone away from my ear, the cold wind nibbled at it from being exposed, and I knew a sneer was curved on her lips like a jack o' lantern. I leaned back into my ear, sheltering it from the breeze.

"Have we set a date?"

My brow wrinkled; I couldn't recall setting up a date with her. "What?"

"Were you not paying attention, Virgin Mary?"

"I..." I struggled to respond, but then I puffed. "No, I'm not a virgin."

"I suppose the dull sex you and your little lover enjoy can stay on the back burner," she pursed her lips.

I rolled my eyes once more. I had no idea how this conversation had devolved into discussing my personal life with my partner.

"Bethany, be ready for tomorrow."

"To—"

"7pm I'll come pick you up, and please dress sexily, like you did the other night."

"But—"

"I have a meeting in 2 seconds; I'll see you then." As soon as she finished speaking, the connection went dead. I scoffed; I already despise her. She didn't give me the opportunity to speak. I rushed inside, hoping to get out of the cold.

"Well?" Mala inquired.

"We've got a date tomorrow."

"Omg!" She exclaimed. To protect my eardrums, I covered my ears. "I can't wait to get you dressed up."

"What a corn dog she is." I whispered as I crawled to the sofa.

"You'll grow used to her and realize she's not that horrible after all."