CHAPTER 4 -- In the room of the psycho bitch!
As Dillon trapsed down the front steps of his school's main building, he let his mind wander to what might be happening with Suki. She'd not returned to the lesson leaving him to speculate upon two things: when was too soon to start hitting on someone fresh from a dumping, and did she still expect him to do all that work after just storming off? The remainder of his classes had been a write off as well, his brain jammed with visions of the redheads legs playing on loop. So when the final lecture was through, he couldn't wait to get back to the dorms to 'relieve' his clouded mind.
Entering the foyer of his dorm building, he spotted Theodore waiting for the elevator. There were things he'd always wanted to ask the guy, and figured after today he had a decent excuse to do so.
"Hey, Theodore," he greeted with a slight jerk upwards of his head.
"Hey," the forever austere heart-throb replied. "And Teddy's fine."
"Crazy shit today, ha? Can't believe that chick just walked out of class."
"Well with you as a partner, can you really blame her?"
This was Theodore's attempt at being friendly - a slight smile gracing his face, letting Dillon know not to get offended.
Theodore O'Hare had been dealt a bad hand when it came to the parent department, being raised separate from his brothers and sisters and all but tortured by his father. Being the only one of his siblings to show enough raw soccer talent from a young age, he was forced into daily training sessions from five years old. Home schooled and surrounded by mostly adults, he wasn't adept at social graces and being out on his own for the first time he struggled to find his place within the complex world that was University life. That being said, the guy wasn't oblivious, he understood he held an appeal but had no idea what to do about it. He was taught not to. The opposite sex was merely a distraction. A hurdle encountered en route to his ultimate goal. Or so he was told.
A relieved grin spread on Dillon's face, satisfied that Theodore wasn't going to tell him to, 'fuck off'.
"Shut up, bro!" He smirked, nudging his classmate as the elevator doors opened. "So, we were pretty lucky to be paired up with such lookers, hey?" Dillon continued as he stepped inside.
"I suppose," Theodore shrugged, not really sure what else to say. Dillon shook his head in frustration, he couldn't take it anymore.
"What's with you, man? I don't get it. You have girls throw themselves at you all the time, but you just ignore them like you'd rather not breathe the same air."
Theodore hung his head.
"I mean, you do like girls don't ya? Of course if you don't, that's totally fine too," Dillon blurted out - just in case. "You're partner Mi is super fine and seems like a pretty cool chick as well - once she calmed down on the over the top cutesy shtick...I mean, when you guys actually got to work, it seemed like she'd be the kinda girl you'd actually consider dating."
A typical person would have responded within a few seconds, so when he received no feedback on the matter, Dillon decided to continue unabated.
"It's cool, I get it. You're probably gonna be in the MLS one day so that's all you wanna focus on. Or maybe, she just isn't your type."
"She is though...I think," the outwardly confident yet inwardly shy teen spoke in a hushed tone, finally breaking his silence.
"You just playin hard to get?" Dillon quizzed with a screwed up face.
"I have no idea what to do, or say...or even if I have a type. All that I
do
know is that I freeze up whenever I wanna flirt back. In the past when I've tried I sounded like an idiot. So I just ignore it and change the subject."
"Dude!" Dillon was gobsmacked. "All
you
have to do is nod," he joked, attempting to lighten the mood. "So you think cat girl is cute?"
"I guess. Or maybe I'm just ready to give being an actual teenager a go," he admitted.
"That's great bro!" Dillon praised, patting Theodore on the back as the elevator arrived at the floor their dorm rooms were both on. "Hey, go a little easier on her tomorrow," the wannabe lothario called out as they went their separate ways.
"You too Dillon. I think we could learn a thing or two from each other."
Walking to his room, Dillon had to admit that Theodore was right. His relentless, over the top ministrations had never gotten him anywhere. Deciding to take a page out of the, 'Theodore book on how to have girls begging for more', he'd force himself to play it cool.
Something was different about Suki de Bruin, and he wasn't going to let himself push her away.
- - - - - -
Suki stretched and clenched her hand, looking at the reddening skin on her knuckles as she waiting for the light to change, allowing her to cross the street. She was one block away from the student dorms and couldn't get there fast enough. Fidgeting in her spot, she willed the traffic to stop. Determined not to shed a tear over Rylan in public, she ran once the little green man appeared.
She couldn't believe how stupid she'd been. There she was, thinking they had a relationship any girl would dream of, but had she been blind the entire time? For him to say she was just, 'good', cemented this revelation.
Through all the hurt and pain, she didn't know how to possibly move on. Rylan had been her everything for over a year. Nothing more than a shy freshman, unfamiliar with her changing body - he'd found her, taught her, and helped shape her into the young woman she was today. She didn't know her identity separate from him, struggling to envision how to be alone. Sure, she had Mihara, but sometimes best friends just don't cut it, no matter how close to you they are.
Finally reaching her building, she exhaled slightly, knowing soon she could take a shower and completely let it all out. The water melding with her tears so even she wouldn't know which was which. Feeling her phone vibrate, she removed it from her bag.
1 friend request from Big-D
"Who the hell is - oh that loser from today, what's wrong with that kid?"
Suki cursed to herself, slumping onto an armchair in the common room.
"Can't he take a hint?"
Unlocking her phone, it buzzed again.
1 message from Big-D
"Oh fuck off!" Suki yelled at her phone, not caring who might have heard.
Opening the message - mentally preparing for the barrage of insults she was planning on firing at her forced spin partner - she was caught in a slight state of shock once actually reading what he'd written.
Big-D
Hey it's Dillon,
Didn't mean to annoy u with requests, but I had a question about the assignment. U drew the short straw ending up with me, cause I'm one of the dumbest in my class...sorry. If ur too busy it can wait till tomorrow, just warning u I won't have completed all ur homework
😅
"Such a stupid stuck up bitch!"
Suki berated herself.
"The poor idiot just wants some help and you assume he wants to get into your pants. Ha! You're nothing special. So pathetic, who'd want you anyway?"
Suji-Koo
Barton Building, floor 2 room 8
I'll give you 30 minutes then you're on your own big bird!
Suki wasn't sure why she'd thrown him a bone. Maybe it was a moment of weakness, or perhaps she craved the distraction, but for now her shower would have to wait.
Grabbing one of the straps to her backpack, she didn't bother picking it up, instead letting it drag along the floor behind her as she made her way to the elevator. Usually she'd take the stairs seeing her room was on the second floor, but today - after everything she'd just been through - her body was using all its reserves to just keep her upright and barely functioning.
As the numbers above the elevator ticked down from 2 to 1, she groaned at her phone vibrating again. Assuming that it must be Dillon asking something stupid like how to get to her building, she mumbled yellow based insults under her breath. But, to her complete and utter surprise, it was someone very different.
Ry-Ry
You really are a psycho bitch!
My mother was right, you were never good enough for me! You don't deserve anything I gave you. Especially not my time. And don't forget who gave you that phone you're holding.
I hope you're happy, because you have no idea who you just fucked with!
"Oh, is that so?" Suki maliciously asked no one. "I'll show you a psycho bitch!" Storming out the front doors, she threw the phone as far as she could. "I don't need your fucking phone you piece of shit!" She yelled out into the afternoon, secretly thankful that no one had been around to witness her fourth outburst of the day.
- - - - - -
Dillon tried desperately to compose himself as the neared Suki's building. He was determined to not act his usual fool, but by god he was struggling. Not expecting her to even reply to his message, he was aghast when she invited him over. True, it was a rather blunt summons, but he'd been floored when she actually gave him her room number. Assuming she'd just suggest meeting in the common room, but no. This was huge. Was it intentional? A million scenarios ran through Dillon's head as he turned the final corner leading to his destination.
His thoughts were pulling his focus as his depraved side crept back in and he grinned devilishly as his mind wondered...clothed only in her underwear was Suki, opening her door...Suddenly, something shiny caught his eye just off the footpath. Upon closer inspection he could see it was a phone with a severely cracked screen. Curiosity getting the better of him, he picked it up and chucked it in his bag. He'd see if he could figure out who it belonged to later, but right now he had the inside of a girls dorm room to see.
Standing at the front doors of the Barton Residence, Dillon breathed steadily and purposefully to keep himself in check.
"Fuck man, why am I getting so worked up about this!?"
Another snapshot image of Suki's toned thighs flashed into his mind and he shook his head to rid the thought. At any other time he would have entertained the vision and conjured up as many delicious scenarios involving those legs as possible, but now was NOT the time. He had to act as decent as humanly possible to get into her good graces.
