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It takes a second for me to realize what I’m looking at once I reach the parking lot. For the second time today, my foot hits a can, though this time it rolls across the pavement instead of crunching. A spray paint can is much stronger than a beer can.
Bright red spray paint which somebody used on the side of my car while I was in class. It stands out like blood against thewhite exterior, four letters that span from the front driver’s side wheel to the rear.
SLUT
6
BRIGGS
I’m not going to lie, I’m pretty pleased with myself. Getting her schedule was one of the best ideas I’ve had this week, closely followed by the blow job incident, and hearing that someone spray painted her car is just the cherry on top. I can’t stop grinning as I walk the hallway down to where I know her next class is. Today I have another exciting day of activities planned for me and my little bird. We’ll have so much fun. Well, I’ll have fun. She’ll hate every minute of it, just as I like it.
Giddiness spreads through me as I get closer to her class. I wait outside the door, leaning against the wall as I wait for her to come out. I’m not surprised when she is one of the first students to leave the room.
“Trying to outrun me, little bird?” I ask, pushing away from the wall.
She scurries past me, and I follow into step next to her. “Don’t you have anything better to do besides stalking me?” She huffs, holding onto her backpack strap so tightly her knuckles go white.
“Nothing better, no.” At least nothing that’s this much fun. “Where are we going? Your next class is not until an hour from now.”
“I’mgoing to the cafeteria.” She puts emphasis on herself like I’m not going to be right beside her.
“Good idea. I’m a little hungry myself.” I pat my stomach.
I catch her rolling her pretty blue eyes at me before she speed walks down the hall. I have no trouble catching up with her, my long strides matching her shorter ones with ease. I can feel the annoyance coming off her in waves and yet again, I couldn’t be happier with myself.
“You don’t have to run, bird. I’ll always be faster than you; there is no getting away,” I taunt, just to be met with silence.
A few moments later, we arrive at the cafeteria. The savory smell of lasagna hits me as soon as we enter through the large glass doors. My stomach rumbles. I wasn’t lying, I’m starving.
Wren rushes through the large space to get in line. There are only two people in front of her as she grabs a tray from the stack. I swoop in front of her, grabbing the tray from her hand to use it as my own. She groans in annoyance before grabbing a new one.
“I’m surprised you can afford the food here,” I say, loud enough for everyone around us to hear. “I figured you would bring some peanut butter sandwiches from home, or whatever else you poor people eat.”
“Not everyone can be born with a silver spoon in their mouths,” she snaps.
“No need to be so jealous, bird.”
“I’m not jealous,” she grits the lie through her teeth.
“Whatever you say, bird.”
“And stop calling me that. My name is Wren.” Her voice drips with anger, and I know I’ve hit a nerve. I grin.
“What’s wrong with bird?” I ask, genuinely curious, while my lips stay drawn up into a smile. I’m curious as to why she hatesit, but now I know that she does, I will most definitely keep calling her that.
“None of your business,” she says in a stern voice that’s supposed to scare me away.
“Everything you do is my business now, because I say so. Have you still not gotten that through your head?”
It’s my turn in line. I take one of the personal-sized lasagnas, an apple and a water and pile them on my tray before sliding it over to the cashier. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her do the same behind me. The cashier rings me up, and I hand him my credit card.
“See this chick behind me?” I ask the cashier.
“Yeah, what about her?” He answers with a question while eyeing Wren behind me.
“From now on, charge her double for everything,” I order him.
For a split-second, curiosity and shock flicker across his eyes, and I know he wants to ask me why. The flicker is gone as he comes to his senses and simply nods.
