The Queen Bee

4. Seb

Fucking awesome.

Samara was a good fuck, yeah. But I'm not in a mood anymore.

The girl was so crazy that she even thought I'm being serious with us.

"You asked me to have a coffee before we fuck Seb! And now you're telling me, at my front door, that I should go inside without you?!"She sounded like a banshee. And we're not even outside her door.

"We're on my car Samantha, not outside your fucking door, and yeah, I'm telling you to get the fuck out of my car. I don't care if you want to go inside your house or whatever." I said boredly.

She glared at me but I choose to ignore her. Her expression suddenly changes. In 2 seconds, I know she'll beg me to go inside with her.

"Seb, I -"I cut her off.

"Maybe next time, Sam." I said coldly. This is getting more harder.

"Promise?" And she even uses her puppy eyes at me. I almost laugh.

Fuck no! That thing does not have any effect on me, I wonder why girls loved to do that. It was annoying and kind of disturbing if you'd ask me.

After a minute of not answering, she tried to kiss me on the lips but I made sure to have it on my cheeks instead. Not happening. I don't kiss on the mouth. I'm a neat freak, I don't want anything from their mouth.

She sigh and finally got the sense to leave.

I didn't even waited for her to be inside and hurriedly drive away. I know. I'm an ass. Been told lots of times.

The only thing that clouding my mind was her face.

Fucking great. Lola.

The way her plump lips pouted, her eyes looked so sharp but glassy, the way she walk like she own the world. And damn, those hips. Every steps felt like in slow motion, swaying slowly.

How the fuck she own me like this, it was disturbing! And I'm pretty sure I don't like her! I mean, she was beautiful, and men would die to get her undivided attention, just like me.

It was all irritations. Yes. Just irritations.

Well, she's irritating for a start. She walked like she own the place including the people around her!

Without having anything to do, I decided that hitting the gym's the best option for now.

I drove my way to my house and get my gym bag after changing my jeans and shirt to jogging pants and wife beater top.

Gym it is.

Which was a very bad idea when I got to bumped with Chase Simons after 30 minutes working out.

Chase fucking Simons is a senior too from my school, but we're from different group of friends. While my friends composed of the football team member, Chase was with the popular guys who didn't fit in the sports census but has a lot of money to be popular enough.

Another thing I know about the guy was how obsessed he was with my sex life!

"Hey man! I thought you're banging Samara tonight? Got ditched?" He asked quite loudly.

How the hell did he know my schedule and who I'm banging or not?

"Not your business man."I brushed him off but the guy was either fucking clueless or he was just trying to annoy the living crap of me. As always.

"That he said" he snickered then continued, "Samara is too previous trend, by the way."

And I won't even try to understand what he meant by that so I just nodded then continue lifting.

"Sluts are overrated. You know what's in? Those brainy little nerds with eye glasses. Heard some of them got extreme sexual appetite." He continued, wiggling his brows at me.

I don't know the fuck was his problem but I'm not in the mood to tolerate anything his little brain was trying to fed mine, so I just shrug and continue working out.

"Where's your talent, man? Your rival has been conquering trendy eyeglasses babe while you were still stocked with the slutty old school babe?" Then he laughed like he was funny. Rival huh?

"Rival who?" I asked nonchalantly.

"The one and only Logan Andrews! Heard he has tamed the most nerdy of them all! And boy, my source also found out that said nerd got all these bad boys wrapped around her fingers." Chase dramatically told me.

The mention of Andrews made my mind drifted to a certain Andrews that makes me infuriated with everything else. But that name has it effect on me, something I really don't need right now.

Petty humors weren't my thing because we all know, who cares? Not me. And obviously Chase cared about it like a girl that he was. And since it kind of triggered something inside of me over certain brunette, I tolerated Chase's gossip like a fucking moron.

"And who exactly are we talking about?" And to be honest, I'm a little interested. Because, fuck, I'm pretty sure that only one girl in the entire state could wrapped so much male population on her fingers, and that was Lola, no question ask. But Lola isn't a nerd, nor wearing eyeglasses, though I'm sure she looked good with anything, even wearing those glasses over her green eyes. And Lola is Logan's twin, so we're talking about different girl here.

Chase snickered before answering. Like asking who the hell we were talking about  was so funny.

"Would you look at that. How can't you not know who I'm talking about?"

"Cut the bullshit Chase." I said, decided to cut my time off the gym and just head home to enjoy some cold beers.

"Ok, ok.. I'm talking about the nerd Logan was currently dating, Christy!"

"Christy?" Me.

He looked at me like I'm gone crazy.

"Duude, how can't you not know her! She's the next Kendall Jenner plus the eyeglasses." Him

"That didn't even make sense. Kendall Jenner is not at all nerd." Me.

"I mean, the beauty and fame with the guys!" Him.

"Really? How come I don't know that?"

"Exactly!" He laughed. "You are losing your touch."

"And you're saying that Logan's serious with her?" I asked, curiousity perking up. Because, come on. Lola and Logan never been serious with anyone! They break hearts like a daily task.

"He is! Like really serious with her!"

Not believing anything Chase were saying, I made my way to the locker room of the gym.

"And he even said that you can't have her this time!" Chase continue but ai didn't pay any more attention. It was always the other way around, anyway.

I can always have anything and anyone. And Logan was just a sour loser who liked to tell people different stories.