College Girl

Chapter 14

Liberty's POV
"Is it like awkward between you two? How's it like living with him?" Rihanna asks while cutting her steak.

It's Saturday night and I'm out with Gabrielle and Rihanna at TGI Fridays for dinner. Just wanna spend some time with my girls because we don't see each other as much.

"Yeah. How is he?" Gabrielle asks.

I smile as I think about my past week living with Trey. He's truly an amazing and chill person.

"He's really been a gentleman to me the whole time. It's not so awkward anymore between us. We hang out and such." I respond.

They look at me and nod.

"Nothing else happened?" Rih asks.

She's always trying to dig deeper into people's business. Should I tell them about our make out sessions that almost lead to s3x? I'll keep it on the DL for now.

"Nope. Nothing." I lie.

Rihanna rises her eyebrows and giggles.

"What's so funny?" I ask.

"I thought by now, ya would be fxcking, but never mind."

I give her a repulsed look then laugh. Gabrielle smiles and shakes her head.
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Trey's POV
Liberty is out chilling with her girls and I'm stuck at home grading papers. I get paid about $90,000 a year, which isn't too bad when you think about it. This grading stuff can get real annoying though. Teaching is really my passion after singing.

I assigned a small 4-6 page thesis paper on a topic that required my students to think a little. The highest grade is a C-. I'm truly disappointed in my students. Liberty is gonna come after me for the D- I just gave her on her paper. She totally missed the meaning of the prompt.

It's 1:30 am by the time Liberty gets home, and I'm still grading papers. I hear Liberty's footsteps walk up the steps towards her room. I decide on talking to her about her grade now because I'm mad.

"Liberty?" I say knocking on her door patiently.

"Just a moment!" She responds.

A couple seconds later she opens the door to reveal herself wearing an over-sized t-shirt. I don't know if there's anything under that thing.

"Yeah?" She asks looking at me oddly.

"We need to talk about your grade." I tell her.

"At 1:30 in the morning?" She asks with her eyebrows raised.

"Yes. This is important."

She sighs loudly and opens the door wider so that I can enter her room. I walk in and sit on the edge of her desk. She sits on the bed and crosses her legs. She must not have anything under that thing.

"So, I just finished grading all the papers from last week. You got a D-." I say bluntly.

I watch carefully for her reaction. She shakes her head.

"Why?" She asks calmly.

"You totally missed the meaning of the prompt." I say.

She puts her hand out so I can give her the paper. I walk over and hand it to her. I stand there as she reads the comments I made on her paper. She abruptly slams the paper into my chest, and gets off the bed.

"If you came in to ruin my night the congratulations, you did." She says while holding the door open.

"I didn't come here to ruin your night. I came here to tell you that you need to work harder." I respond.

She closes the door and gets in my face.

"I work my ass off in that damn class of yours. If I had known it was going to be like this with you, I would've never taken this sh*tty class." She hisses.

I'm kinda hurt. Ouch.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way, but this is the real world. Get over yourself."

She pushes me, but I barely move. Mama told me not to put my hands on a woman, but Liberty is wearing me paper thin. She slaps and punches my chest. I grab her wrists and pin her against the wall. This is like a damn circus show.

"So when you don't get your way your way, you throw a damn tantrum?!" I say in her face.

She wiggles around, trying to free herself from my strong grip.

"I don't care, Trey. You love pissing me off."

She's a little right about me loving to piss her off, but I'm her teacher and I gotta keep it a hunnit with her. I pick her body up and throw her on the bed. Her shirt rises a little to expose a little of her coochie. She pulls down her shirt blushing.

"Go to sleep." I tell her and kiss her cheek to piss her off even more.

She pushes me and says,"Stop doing that. I don't like you right now."

"You don't like me?" I say pretending to be hurt by her remark.

She rolls her eyes noticing my sarcasm. She looks so sexy when she's mad.

"You look so good right now." I say while biting my lip.

"Yeah. Thanks." She says still mad.

"You still mad at me?" I say getting closer to the bed.

She doesn't respond. I take off my shirt and get on the bed. She looks at me and smirks. She knows what's up. I crawl over to her and kiss her neck.

"I'm sorry." I mumble into her neck.

"Show me how sorry you are." She tells me while biting my earlobe.

I capture her lips, and show her what I mean. My hand trails down from her neck slowly down to her inner thigh and under her shirt. She gives me no signal that she wants to stop so I go for the prize.
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Author's Note
Are these people petty or what?