College Fiend [A$AP Rocky]

Nine

So the party ended for me after I kissed Wayne, but I think that’s when my world began.

I’d kissed plenty of guys before, but this was simply different. Maybe it was because of the way he held me or how warm his lips were—why were his lips so warm anyway? He licked them often; that could be why. He was always licking those lips of his and tilting his head slightly to the side, and letting his eyelids fall over his eyes just a little bit. That was his infamous seductive face. How many girls had he made that face to before he kissed me? Was this an accident, did he even want to do it?

Yes, he did. It was written all over his face.

It was an accident though. If it were up to me, I would not have done that. The fact that my lips touched his meant that we liked each other, that we’d brewed a little pot of infatuation together. Now how stupid would it look for me to tell him that I’d lied to the police about Jaamani? He would think I was stupid! He would be suspicious that I truly had something to do with her death. Maybe he would even be upset at me for eavesdropping.

Or maybe he would be completely fine with it, and he’d be all for my proposal. But I couldn’t risk the bad scenarios happening.

“How come you left the party so early?” Sheena asked as she caught up with me in the halls the next morning. All the freshmen were buzzing about with satisfied smiles on their faces, notifying Brian and Wayne of how much of a success the party was. I hadn’t spoken to anybody for the day.

“I got a little tired,” I replied. It was a complete lie—after that kiss, I was invigorated.

“That isn’t hard to believe, not with the way you were dancing so much last night.” Sheena nudged me. I rolled my eyes playfully as we made a turn into the cafeteria. Every time I stepped foot in this place I remembered the day Wayne said those words to me. And now, not only do I remember that, but I miss him. I miss his warm lips on mine.

I want him.

“I hope you didn’t drink too much.” I said quickly, changing the subject. We took a table by ourselves to sit at and eat. “Were you drunk enough to hook up with Maine?”

She giggled then, but there was something else, something subliminal behind her laugh. “No, I’d never do that.” For a moment I recalled her mysterious phone call with someone I couldn’t recognize, and I wondered who ‘she’ was. It had to have been Jaamani; she was saying she had to forget about all her other problems and focus on her death. But what secret was it that she had to keep?

“Sabine? Stop daydreaming.” Sheena snapped her fingers in front of my face. I wasn’t daydreaming, though. I was looking at a flock of detectives who had just entered the building and were conversing with the dean. Detective Leary shook hands with the dean, and then all of a sudden Ms. Armstrong was in the cafeteria.

“Come all freshmen! Report to the dean’s office immediately.” She shouted. Sheena and I looked at each other for a brief moment, and then we stood and walked out of the cafeteria. Kids were rushing, pushing and shoving, as if the faster we got there the better. If I had the choice, it would take me a century to get to that office, and hopefully by then I would be dead.

“Sorry about that,” Wayne said suddenly as he deliberately bumped into me hard. I couldn’t help but chuckle, and when I looked into his eyes I was reminded of my secret that was supposed to be ours.

Maybe I was scared of getting caught with the secret. Maybe I didn’t want to drag him into something that would hurt him.

“Form a single-file line against that wall over there,” Ms. Armstrong directed us to the wall adjacent to Dean Mcphee’s office. “These fine gentlemen will arrange you however they please.” She added, giving Detective Malcolm the sweet eye. I scoffed; if only she knew that he had a thing for Wayne.