As the remainder of the ride dragged, Brenda kept looking at her wristwatch. She didn't want to be late for the quiz. If anything, she wanted to get there on time so she could go through her notes for the last time.
As soon as the bus came to a stop, Brenda picked up her bag and made a beeline for the door. She needed to put as much distance between herself and Alfredo.
She doesn't make it more than three steps before a hand slapped her ass, halting her step.
"What the fuck!" she grunted. "How dare you?" she screeched.
"Williams, why are you so angry this morning?" Alfredo said in his deep husky voice.
Before she can snap out an insulting reply, Alfredo continues. "Wait, let me guess." He tapped his chin with a finger as if in thought. "You haven't been laid for the past three months and you're sexually frustrated."
Brenda curled her mouth in disgust and shoved him, hitting him with her elbow.
"How'd you figure it out?" she asked sarcastically.
Alfredo has the rare ability of making Brenda feel like a mad dog in chains. If she could rip him to shreds with her bare hands, she would in a heartbeat.
"Alfredo Mackenzie brings out the worst in me," she once told Tamara in frustration.
Walking faster so she can get away from him, she heard him chuckling as he ran after her. Even though she fought against him, he still managed to strike something deep inside her.
Not bothered by how she ignored him, he said, "You're even more pissed off than usual which is really saying something different today."
He placed his hand around her shoulders and she grunted at the weight as she shrugged him off. However, she's already inundated by the scent of his cologne— something that smelled unbearably like heaven and overwhelmed her senses.
"God, why does he have to smell so delicious? It would have been much easier if he reeked of onions," she thought.
Sometimes she just wondered how she can detest someone so much and yet still want to devour them? His voice sounded somewhere in between husky and delicious.
"Tell you what, if you've got some time to kill, I'll remedy that situation for you," he said as he arched his eyebrows and purred. "You know, take the edge off," he explained further as he gyrated his hips making his point.
Even though she's pressed against his hard body, he somehow manages to caress her with his free hand and heat floods down her panties in response.
"Damn you for making me feel this way," she thought.
"I bet I can make you cum in ten minutes. Probably less. You seem pretty tight, Miss Williams. Have you ever had a multiple orgasm?"
If any other guy on campus were stupid enough to say the same thing to Brenda, She'd have probably killed him. And even though it goes against her better judgment, she withheld herself from giving him a response.
This isn't the first time he's behaved this way and it won't be the last. He loves to give her shit, and she does her best to pretend he doesn't exist. However, this wasn't easy at all.
Even though it kills her to admit it, Alfredo Mackenzie is a handsome young man. He's Athletic — obviously, tall, and muscular. He had blond hair, blue dreamy eyes, broad shoulders and a tiny waist— sometimes she wondered how his waist carried the weight of his body or how he fucked a whole lot of girls; but then he had muscular legs. One of Alfredo's appealing features were his dimples. They were capable of making grown women turn into babbling idiots— just like Kiren.
It's like Brenda had a superpower against Alfredo. Even though he was off-the-charts hot, and that girls followed him around, drooling and seeking his attention, this didn't affect Brenda. It's like she was immune to his charms.
Brenda knew that she always felt something whenever he was near, but she told herself that she would never act on the unwanted tension they had between them simply because she loved hating him.
Alfredo's reputation as a manwhore preceded him even before he joined JMU.
Reminding herself of his reputation is all she needed to cool the heat that had generated between her legs.
"Thanks, but I'll be taking a hard pass on that generous offer," she replied, giving him a death stare.
He shrugged, "Suit yourself, Williams. It's your loss. I'm just trying to help a friend out."
She laughed. "Uhm, that's where you're wrong, Mackenzie. We're not friends and we'll never be friends," she said unapologetically.
"I'm not even surprised," she added. "You've always had a flawed thinking faculty from the very beginning."
"Ouch! That hurts," he said as he placed his hand over his chest as a wounded look replaced the smirk on his face.
As they got to Philly hall, there were students already seated waiting for Dr. Miller. Brenda exhaled when Alfredo took his hand off her shoulder, letting her go. She wasn't sure how much more of that closeness she could take.
*****
Basketball season was beginning and everywhere bustled with activities. English class just ended and Brenda was headed to the cafeteria when she met Tamara.
"Hey Tee, What's up?" Brenda said as Tamara smiles at her.
They hugged each other lightly and then continued making their way through.
"What are you getting?" Tamara asked
"Chicken and chips. What about you?"
"Just salad. I'm tryna stay in shape." Tamara said as Brenda rolled her eyes.
They got what they wanted and found an empty table where they sat to enjoy their lunch.
With a sigh, Brenda dropped her tray on the table across from her roommate and slid in on the other side of the bench keeping her bag beside her.
Tamara had the appearance of a model. She was tall and slender with brunette hair that is long and always tied in a ponytail. She always gave off the delicate and soft vibe, but she'll kick ass if the occasion called for it.
They met before fifth grade when Brenda and her family moved in down the block from Tamara's. By the time they got to college, they'd become thick as thieves and had always been there for each other through thick and thin.
When Brenda's parents got a divorce five months ago, it was Tamara who helped her pick up the shattered pieces. Two months after that, Brenda discovered that her boyfriend, Victor Simons, was cheating on her. She was shattered and Tamara threatened to cut off his dick. That was more reasons for Brenda to hate sports guys— Victor played hockey. Now all she believed was "boys will come and go, girlfriends are forever."