The Chick Under The Wig

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

~~Victoria’s POV~~

“Stupid Kebbs with his stupid tricks. Stupid, stupid, stupid—Ow.” I mumbled when I knocked into something hard in the dorm hallway. Wincing, I looked up to see that I had crashed into a boy. And I had to admit, he was a ‘gawd’. He had golden hair and the greenest eyes you’d probably ever see. Everything about him was absolutely—

“Watch where you’re fucking going, dork.” He said, knocking me off my feet this time so I landed on my butt. I straightened my hat before it fell off my head and huffed out.

Wow. I mean, seriously. I didn’t even think people still get bullied anymore! And by a jerk! Whose extremely hot!

First, I get picked on by Cameron’s uncle and now knocked down by a damn brick wall!

I turned around before the stranger disappeared and shouted down the hallway in the best manly voice I can stir up, “Fuck you, asshole!”

The guy looked back at me with wide eyes and then scowled at me. Without even a second thought, I ran for it. I could hear him running after me too and that just made me run faster. My backpack was knocking hard against my back, causing me to wince with each hit.

“Come back here, you little brat!” The guy screamed at me. By the sound of his voice, I could tell he was even closer to me now.

I rushed into a random dorm room that suddenly opened, zooming past the guy at the door. I didn’t even have a chance to look at him before I stormed in. As if sensing that something was wrong, he stood in front of the door.

Good, he was on my side.

With a sigh of relief, I stopped and turned around to catch my breath. Then when the golden haired kid was caught on the other side of the door, I grinned mischievously and stuck out my tongue at him.

“Move Taylor. I just want the kid.” The guy that was chasing me before growled.

I looked up at Taylor, hoping he wouldn’t move out of the way so the golden haired boy would beat me into a pulp.

Instead, he sighed. “Just lay off of him. School hasn’t even started yet and you’re already after someone, Nate?”

“He called me an asshole, dude!” He looked over at me even through Taylor large physique and glared at me. “No one calls me an asshole.”

“It’s because you are an asshole!” I shouted back, crossing my arms stubbornly across my chest.

“You’re dead.” He snarled and started for me until Taylor held him back.

“I don’t want blood on my floors. Take it somewhere else, Nate.” He told him.

Nate shrugged and glanced at me. “Come on, kid. We’ll take it outside then.”

“Hell no! I’m not an idiot! I’m not going anywhere with you!” I shouted.

Nate looked over at Taylor who shrugged with an amused look on his face. “You heard the man.”

“Fine.” He grunted and went over to the door. “You’re going to have to come out of this room sometime. And I’ll wait until you do.” He swore, slamming the door shut behind him.

Sighing, I fell back onto the bed. “Thank god he’s gone. I thought I was dead meat.”

“You still are.” Taylor chuckled. He came over to sit on the desk beside me. His dark hair fell over his greenish eyes as he looked over at me. “You really messed with the wrong guy.”

“How so?” I asked and sat up.

“He’s a dangerous guy. Maybe it’s genetic. I mean, his dad’s in the mob.” He explained, then pointed a finger at my back. “You have Steve’s underwear on your back.”

With a yelp, I jumped up and started to shake to rid myself of the nasty undergarment without touching it. It had been a good minute or so before Taylor finally stopped laughing.

“It’s gone. You can stop squirming now.” He told me.

I finally stopped, still having the urge to fidget again. “Great, now I have to burn my clothes.” I said and shivered.

He chuckled again. “What’s your name?”

“Vic—Victor Hernandez.” I corrected with a shaky smile on my face. Was I really about to say Victoria?

“You don’t look Hispanic though…”

I had the sudden urge to say , ‘that’s what I said’, but thought against it. “Yeah. I’m half white, half Puerto Rican.”

He stretched out a hand towards me. “Taylor Jensen. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“You know, not to sound gay or anything, but you have really soft hands.”

I snatched my hand out of his quickly. “Yeah…It’s—uh because I use good lotion. You know…the organic stuff…”

He scratched the back of his head. “Right…Well, are you new or something?”

“Yeah.” I said when an idea popped into my head. I pulled off my backpack and pulled out the stack of papers Kebbs gave me. “That reminds me. Can you tell me where…” I flipped over to the dorm room sheet and looked over the number. “Dorm N103 is?”

“What a coincidence? You happen to run into your own dorm room.” He grinned.

I furrowed my brows in confusion until what he said started to process. “This is my dorm room?!”

“Yeah.” He laughed. “You’re really slow, aren’t you?”

A small blush started to claim my cheeks as I yelled, “No!”

That was like the second person to say I was slow. I’m not!

“Well, welcome to Cambridge, Victor. Aside from Nate, I’m sure you’ll like it here.”

I hope…