Page 2 of Darkest Obsession

She flinches when I use her name, but she reserves her ire for Jude Fox.

“Don’t text me back,” she snaps. “Asshole.”

Asshole? She has an accent too. American. I hate America.

“Fuck off, slut,” Jude replies. “I know you shagged Kit Barclay at the fresher’s party. So don’t act all high and mighty. Take your used cunt back to your dorm before I make him have a go at you.”

She glances at me for reassurance that I won’t attack her or whatever, but I find my lighter and move to my next cigarette. This conversation isn’t particularly interesting.

Until she slaps him. Jude’s neck turns so hard, I swear he’ll fall over, but he doesn’t.

“Did you fucking slap me?”

“Yeah, and I’ll do it again, bitch.”

Clover slaps him again. This time, I laugh. She glares at me.

“Get your dusty friend out of here,” she says. “Good night.”

She turns on her heel and walks down the dark path towards her dorm. Fuck. Now I really want to walk her back to her dorm.

“Clover!” I call after her.

“No thank you!” she yells back, and she doesn’t turn around at all, all the way back to the girls’ dorm. Jude’s still rubbing his face when I lose sight of her.

“Still here?” I grumble.

“I need a bloody fag.”

“Finished.”

“Slut…” Jude snarls, hopefully not to me.

“Seems nice.”

Jude glowers at me. “She isn’t. She’s just a dirty slut already passed around the year. Don’t even think about putting your cock in her.”

“Thanks for the advice.”

“See you at practice tomorrow?” Jude asks.

I nod. Jude bores me to tears. Thankfully, he also takes the hint and disappears back into our dorm, still rubbing his face. A dirty slut? She can’t be. Without anything to smoke or drink, I shuffle back to bed. I still have three hours before class, plenty of time to sleep. When I enter my bedroom, Kit has other plans. He’s up…

“Did you take my cigarettes?” he grumbles, sifting through his pockets.

“Yeah.”

“Two of them?”

“Yeah.”

“What about my midnight smoke?”

Kit complains too much.

“Smoked it.”

“Fuck’s sake, Thomas.”