Not My Type

Chapter One.

Mia.

I remember every detail of Quince Easton's arrival. He was elevated, had a lean build, and black hair. He didn't act, dress, or remotely look like any other male I attended University with – he wore suits as if it was his occasional wardrobe. He was a main character out of a sexual romance novel that every college female read in the middle of the night. He transferred from Manchester to The University of Washington during the middle of our junior year.

The day he arrived, he entered the school as though he owned it. It made other women drop to their knees, but made me quite revolted. God, and the way he spoke – he spoke as though he knew everything about everyone, as if he knew their darkest secrets like the back of his hand. But I bet underneath all that male bravado, he's a scared little boy begging for attention. I've been interested in other men here, but him, I wouldn't dare trying to become part of that one's life. He seems as though he's one of those men who will leave you the moment he sees someone better, good enough even.

It's sick.

To think that all of these women are on their knees begging for him, when in reality, he's a typical man who will sexualize any of these women for his own use. But they don't realize it. "You come here often?" I revert out of my inner thoughts to reality and eye up to see Liam, my closest companion at this university. "Hm?" I mumble, not quite catching what he'd said to me. He chuckles, "I asked if you come here often." I watch as Liam takes a seat across from me, setting his textbooks down in a neat pile. That's one thing I enjoy about Liam, he's neat, doesn't care for a mess.

"I come here as often as I can." I reply now, looking around only to remember I'm in the library. He nodded, straightening his posture, "you alright? I feel as though I caught you at a bad time." I shake my head, "No, I'm fine. Just daydreaming, as usual." I gave a faint smile to him as reassurance. Another thing about Liam is that he is always sentimental, he cares more about others well-being than his own. "Seems to me you never daydream, you're always tucked into a decent novel or your studies." He rests his arms on the table now, looking at me curiously. I arch a brow, "and that's exactly what I was daydreaming about– books, studies, what else could a girl need?" I grin.

He put his hands up in defense, "I was just curious, but I'll take your word for it." I smiled faintly again, unsure of what to say. "Well, I thought I would come over and let you know that Wesley and Felix are hosting a party this evening, if you'd like to accompany me." He looks at his hands nervously. Wesley and Felix are two of Liams gay friends. He introduced me about two years ago at a party and I might say, those two can drink their way under a table."You know I'm not much of a partygoer anymore." I eye him.

Liam exhales, lifting his head, "it's a weekend, I thought maybe you'd enjoy a break from your captivity in studying–plus, Wesley and Felix miss seeing you."I began to feel guilty as I saw a frown spread across his face. "I suppose I could come for an hour or so." I smile. He perks his head up farther, smiling back at me from his seat. "Perfect, I'll come and pick you up around eight." He jumps up from his seat, gathering his things. I stand along with him, letting the regret of agreeing sink in. We walk side by side, exiting the library. "I'm glad you agreed to go, it's going to be fun, I swear." He flashes a toothy smile.

"I'll take your word for it." I offered a fake smile to him, but it was obviously convincing as he kept smiling wide.

We walked a decent distance before parting ways, leaving me with my thoughts. I remember previous parties I'd gone to, of course, Felix and Wesley were the one's hosting them every time. I was well known by several students back then for being the girl who could drink so much and not feel even a slight buzz–until I got home and was vomiting up to the next morning.

It was enjoyable, until I found my way into bed with a non-single man and his girlfriend beat the piss out of me in the parking lot. She waited by my car for a whole hour and a half just to give me a busted nose and a black eye. I had to give her props for the dedication, but to be fair, her boyfriend never told me he was in a relationship. Besides, he was terrible in bed, so it wasn't like he had much to offer her anyway.