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I burst into laughter. “Yeah, I hear you there.”
“Has he been going on about his girlfriend?”
I nod while laughing. “Way too much.”
“Well, apparently he’s at a party tonight. She’s supposed to be there. He’s on a mission to win her back.”
I groan. “Oh no.”
“Yeah, I think he’ll fail, too.”
“I guess it’s just you and me tonight.”
Josh smiles, bobbing his head as he holds my gaze. “I guess so. We could watch a movie if you want. Maybe have some drinks.”
“Sounds nice,” I say while watching him get up and walk over to the refrigerator. He opens the door, hitting it against the dinner table. Everything’s pretty small in the apartment. Even my leg bumps against the table. There’s hardly any space to cook, which is why the kitchen is so clean. I haven’t cooked anything the whole week. Even getting a glass of water is annoying. Josh pulls out two bottles of tequila and I laugh. “You planning on drinking all that?” I ask while he falls back into the couch, handing me a bottle.
“Maybe just a bit,” he says while taking the remote and switching on the tiny TV across from us. He switches the channels until he finds an old black and white version of Frankenstein.
“You into old horror?” Josh asks before taking a long swig from the bottle.
I shrug. “I can be.” I hold the bottle my hands, but I don’t take a swig. I’m just not in a drinking mood. I really haven’t been since the tailgate party.
Josh moves closer towards me. His leg rubs against my thigh while his hand lightly strokes mine. I move my hand away from him. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I should be loving every minute of this. I should be throwing myself into his arms, especially afterwhat the bros did to me. But I guess it’s just that. After what happened with the bros, I really don’t want anything to do with romance. I just want to wallow in my self-pity and heal my aching heart. Maybe I can date next semester after I feel a bit better. Maybe it can be Josh.
But I’m just not in the mood now.
Josh puts his arm around my shoulder and it’s hard to watch the movie, knowing that maybe this is going somewhere I don’t want. I’m tempted to stop everything and tell him now is not the right time. But I could be reading into something that isn’t even there. This could just be nothing.
“You’re not drinking,” says Josh.
I glance up and notice he’s staring at me and not the TV. I open my mouth, but whatever I am about to say is swallowed by his mouth pressing against mine. I still in his arms while he moans against me. He tries to push his tongue into my mouth, but I keep my lips firmly close. I try to push him away. Tequila is emptying all over my clothes and the couch. I pat at his shoulder but he doesn’t budge. His teeth nip at my bottom lip and I take that opportunity to quickly turn my head away.
“Josh, stop,” I say while trying to shove him off me. For such a small man, he’s actually quite strong. He takes my hands and pins them next to me as he climbs onto of me.
“Don’t you want this?” He whispers.
I shake my head. “No, Josh,” I say sternly. “I don’t want this.”
I try to lift my body off the cushions, but he uses his weight to force me down. “But I know you like me,” he says while leering over me. “You used to look at me all the time.” I cringe as he kisses my throat and try to wiggle myself out of his hold. “Why don’t you want me now?”
“Because Josh, I just don’t!” I shout, hoping someone, anyone hears me. “Let me go!” I try to kick him, but he dodges me easily.
“Oh, come on Rachel,” he murmurs in my ear. “Everyone knows you’ve been fucking the bro hoes. Everyone knows you are a slut.” I still when I feel his hand unbuttoning my jeans. His hand sliding inside my panties. I sob and try to shake out of his hold. “Why can’t you just put out a little for me?”
I kick him again, slamming into his balls. He groans above me and I wiggle out of his hold, rolling onto the floor. I try to crawl into a standing position, but he grabs my leg and pulls me back. I scream while I grip one of the table legs.
“Stop being a pain in the ass, Rachel!” He shouts while turning me around and pulling my legs apart. His other hand unbuckles his pants and I try to kick him again. He falls over me and grips my arms, pain seeing through me as he shakes me. “Stop it!” He shouts.
I cry and try to push him away. Tears stream down my cheeks as I continue sobbing. I smack him and he grabs my hands, holding them tightly. “Stop it, Rachel!” I spit in his face and he flips me over, my cheek hitting the table leg. With another kick I connect with something behind me and go as fast as I can to the door. I hear him running after me. I need to run faster. I fling the door open and run down the hall, my pants barely remaining up as I continue running.
“Come back here!” I hear him shout as I continue running down the staircase.
I can’t stop running. My arms hurt. My eyes hurt. My face hurts. Everything hurts and I have no clue where I am going or whose apartment I am standing in front of. I knock on it frantically, shivering and rubbing my arms up and down. It’s so cold. I don’t have a coat. I knock again when there’s no answer.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I hear on the other side.
I glance over my shoulder, wondering if Josh is there. If he has followed me and will take me away. Light permeates behind me and I hear, “Rachel?”
