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Forty-Eight: little miss knee boots

Lukas's POV

I stared between Professor D and Jess... Two people that were seriously annoying me. Professor D for showing up and Jess for being a desperate bitch... A tempting one, that's for sure, but just another basic bitch trying to get laid. Should I sit here and write nothing, fail class but peacefully go on a date with a girl Jess couldn't compare with even if she wanted too or should I take her offer, write incredibly smart notes, fail my test but risk a certain blonde ripping my balls off with the help of my sister. What a guy does to get pen and paper...

"What do you think I am? A fucking Chippendale?" I scoffed at her trying to frown my brows like I never frowned them. She wasn't even taken aback by my snappy comment, not even a little. She just pushed her knee further against mine, her eyes lustful observing me from head to toe.

"I'd think you'd do a great job, stripping down on a stage and giving me a lap dance for that pen and paper." She whispered, leaning in a bit too close for my liking as I could feel her strawberry gum breath wave across my face. Barfff

"Yeah. So, that's what you have in mind? Just stripping?" I huffed, almost laughing at the silliness of that proposal, shaking my head with a grin on my face as I tried to pick up Professor D's introduction. Don't be a dumbass Lukas, there's a lot at stake at the moment, you just made up with Bella, don't upset her again... But I fucking need a pen and paper... just as much as Jess is desperate for a dick.

"And a lap dance hotcakes." She whispered again, a little closer to my ear this time. Her fingertips suddenly went up the length of my leg, my hand stopping her just in time, latching onto her wrist before she could reach the most private part of me. 

"You can keep your fucking pen and paper Jess, I'm not that desperate... I'm not a whore for sale. Now if you could keep your hands to yourself, that would we amazing! I don't like being touched by hands that have been around every dick on campus. Same as your mouth, keep it away from my ear please before you give me an STD." I said, putting her hand back where it belonged, which was as far away from me as possible. I tried to keep a straight face, not even giving her a glance. No pen and paper for me.

I could hear by the way she huffed that she was offended but then again I meant to offend her..."Seriously! You're the one to talk, you're basically the manwhore on campus, getting laid every weekend by another girl, partying, drinking, it's a surprise you haven't flunked all your classes." She hissed but I still wasn't looking at her, why should I.

"I'm not like that anymore. Just give up...that's a lot easier for you and me both..." I said, still trying to focus on the introduction of this, so far, horrible class.

"Oh boy, you have a girl, don't you? Really? You?" She whispered, Professor D Turning his head towards her, making her shut the fuck up for a minute. I looked at her with tale telling eyes, my expression trying to tell her to back off and give. "Ha! Who would have ever guessed? The biggest slut on campus is trying to settle...Still, I'm not worrying about my chances with you. I'll give it two weeks tops until you get bored and move on to the next whore." She hissed, emphasizing the whore part which made me want to hit her in the mouth for suggesting Isabella was anything like that, but Jess didn't know any better... Whore, dick and suck are the only words in her not so elaborate dictionary.

"Just shut the fuck up Jess..." I scoffed, rolling my eyes to the back of my head with annoyance.

"You know you will fail the test without notes to this class. Last chance, lap dance in exchange for a pen and a paper, your choice. Fail or dance pretty boy..." She said amused knowing she had some kind of advantage over me with her stupid bag filled with pens and note blocks.