Unfeeling

Twenty Five | Off The Rocker

Evan

I cocked an eyebrow as Amberley stormed away. Lion boy? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

I look to my two friends but they only shrug and turn back to their food. Of course they won't talk to me! They're all about Team Amberley these days.

"That might have been my doing, love," a voice calls from behind me. I recognize the prissy, high tone and feel my teeth grate together. Great.

"Rene."

I turn and she grins at me. "I may or may not have let slip that you and I are a little more than friends."

I stare her down. "A little more than friends? We aren't even friends."

She frowns playfully. "We could be though. I could be so much better than her. I mean have you see her, she looks like a doll and her hair looks like she rolled around in black oil. And she's a total prude?" She ranted.

"Compared to you who gives away free blowjobs and somehow finds cosmetics in an underground Institute to make themselves look like Amberley does naturally? Sorry, no thanks."

She glares at me before placing her hand on my shoulder.

"She may be pretty with a nice voice. But that's all she'll ever have. She's a broken little doll. I mean have you seen those nasty scars? Why would you want some deformed person like that?"

That hit a nerve. I stood up and jabbed my finger. "I am a male who wanted sex and you were the first girl I saw so don't feel special. And if you say one more thing about Amberley ever again, I'll give her permission to make you cry off that hideous, fake mask you wear. Watch your ugly, big mouth, Rene," I threatened before pushing past her.

She called after me but I ignored her. God, she was a literal pest in every way possible. If she hurt my already damaged relationship with Amber, she was going to regret ever sleeping with me.

I walked out of the cafeteria and caught sight of two Altrus who had finished dinner early. I walked up to them. "Have you seen Amberley?"

They nod and gesture to right. "She went to the locker rooms."

I nod and curse my stupidity. Of course, she always takes showers right after dinner.

The girls locker room was empty except for the soft hum of Amberley as she folded towels over her arm. I cleared my throat and she jumped, locking gazes with me.

Her eyes took my breath away and she left me speechless. "Girls locker room, Evan. Key word being girls."

I grin and step toward her. "Unlike you, I'm not prejudiced against sexes. Boy, girl, why can't we all share a locker room?"

She cocked an eyebrow and leaned against her locker door. "Because there are boys like you who don't quite know how to control themselves in front of woman. Especially tall, blonde, green eyed girls."

I frowned and closed the distance. She was talking about Rene. She kept my gaze stonily as I placed my hands above her head. I reached down and grabbed a piece of hair. "This definitely isn't blonde."

I leaned even farther down to match her short height. "Definitely not tall." And I stared deeper into her eyes, drifting so far forward our noses were almost touching. "Those definitely aren't green. Or are they, I'm a little color blind."