I Want To Do Real Bad Things With You (Not Edited)

I Want To Do Real Bad Things With You

Chapter 13

“What crawled up your ass?” Sam asked, throwing a football at me, I caught it and through it back at him as hard as I could, it hit him on the shoulder and then bounced onto the floor. He gave me a look that said he was seriously pissed, I didn’t care.

“Seriously, you should cheer up,” Jackson said. I ignored him and picked up my phone again, pressing dial on Jace’s number. His phone was still off.

Jackson and Sam settled down after a while, looking at something on Jackson’s laptop.

“Oh, look at this one!” Sam exclaimed.

“Hot, damn it, I’ve been trying to get into her pants forever and here you come along and she’s all over you,” Sam said, turning towards me and once again I was confused. What the fuck was he on about now I wondered as I got up to see what he was talking about. As my eyes saw the picture on his screen I felt both relief and panic.

It was a photo of me at the party. The blonde girl was sitting on my lap and kissing me, the photo must have been taken in the split second before I pushed her away and told her to fuck off. It must be the picture that Jace was talking about. How the hell did he get it though? I wondered, but didn’t bother concentrating on it for to long. I had to tell him that it was all a misunderstanding, that it isn’t what it looks like. I had to tell him what really happened, but how am I going to prove to him that I wasn’t lying? I had to talk to him. I had to make him believe me.

“Who took that?” I demanded. Sam gave me a who gives a shit look but Jackson clicked on the photo opening a little tag stating who uploaded the photo.

“Kyle Mason, do you know who that it?” I asked, hoping that he would have more photos of that night and that they will somehow be able to help me show Jace what really happened.

“Yeah, he’s a last year journalism major,” Jackson replied.

“He’s a freak,” Sam commented but I didn’t care.

“Which dorm is he in?” I asked, desperate to go talk to the guy.

“On the West side, room three hundred and twenty two I think,” Jackson answered, earning him a what the fuck look from Sam.

I didn’t bother sticking around any longer, I grabbed my cell phone and took off. The sooner I can talk to this Kyle guy the better.

I was seriously out of breath when I got to his room. I sprinted all the way and although I am fit it was really far. I knocked on the door as I took a deep breath, hoping that this guy is going to be able to help me.

I had to knock three times before somebody opened the door.

“Are you Kyle?” I asked him, understanding the look Sam gave Jackson. This guy does not look like the type they will be hanging around with.  He is what would be labelled as a complete geek.

“Yeah, who are you?” he asked.

“Drake,” I replied shortly, not feeling the need for pleasantries.

“Ok, what do you want?” he asked, looking confused.

“Your help. You uploaded a photo of me on the university’s web site, I was wondering if you had any more photos of me from that night,” I replied.

“Oh, now I remember you, come on in,” he said stepping aside and then closing the door behind us.

“You didn’t answer my question, do you have any more photos?” I asked desperately.

“I have something better but first you have to tell me why you want it so badly,” Kyle replied, starting to get on my nerves. Who the fuck does he think he is? After what he has done I shouldn’t have to explain myself to him.

“What do you have?” I asked, trying to stay calm.

“Why do you want to know?” He threw back at me and that’s when I lost it.

“Look here you little piece of shit, you uploaded a photo of me for the world to see without my permission so you have two choices!” I yelled, as I closed the space between us and grabbed him by his shirt.

“What are they?” he asked, his eyes almost popping out of his head.

“You give me what you have or I beat the shit out of you and take it,” I replied, having to control my anger. Punching him would feel really good right about now.

“Ok, I’ll give it to you,” he said in a shaky voice, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Good,” I said, letting go of his shirt but giving him a hard shove as I did. He stumbled over his feet but quickly regained his balance and ran over to his laptop. I followed him and watched as he plugged a USB device into it and quickly downloaded something onto it.

“What is it? Show me,” I demanded. He didn’t reply but clicked on it and a video started playing. It was of that night at the party. He forwarded until he got to about the middle and then stopped as the camera focussed on me. I watched as the blonde girl tried to kiss me and how I pushed her off of me. It was all there on the video. Now I just had to get it to Jace.