And Then There Was Victor

Chapter 18

"I thought we were going to have to rescue Clem," Jon smiled as I reached them.

"Nah," I smiled at them, a true Becka smile. "I let him live to fight another day."

Later on, after my first class, I was looking for the boys when I heard my name being called. I had spotted the three musketeers, but I turned and saw, to my utter delight, Jackson. His hair was buzzed short and he looked incredibly tanned. His usual polo and khakis present he looked down at me with a smile on his handsome face.

"Jackson, hey," I smiled.

"Hey, I noticed your name was called in Environmental Science yesterday," he said. "You didn't come."

"No, I didn't."

"Yeah, we're in the same class." His jaw was so incredibly sharp I could dice cucumbers on it. "If you want I can share my notes with you tomorrow before the next class. There's a shit load of info."

"Oh yeah, absolutely," I said. "That's very nice of you!"

"Sure, of course. I'll see you later, I've got to pop into Advising," he said and I watched him walk away.

I couldn't wrap my head around anything today; I had gone from a morning with Clem to an afternoon with Jackson. And Jackson was so hot, my ovaries were at near explosion. I was going to have all of his white babies.

Then I turned back to find Jon and Steven mock-miming a sex scene. I didn't even look at Victor.

"Stop it, you idiots," I growled at them.

Jon kept mimic pounding into a willing Steven whose head was tossed back in ecstasy. "Ugh, cowboy take me away!"

"Stop it, he's going to see you!" I looked to see if Jackson was anywhere, but he had disappeared into the crowd. "You are so immature!"

Jon stopped with the pounding, plastering an easygoing smile on his handsome face. "We're just messing with you, Becka, you're so easy. But for real, white boy wants some carne asada."

I let out a dramatic sigh and punched his arm. "Do not call me carne asada, cabron!"

Jon let out a delightful peel of laugher as he danced away from me and they started walking towards the stairs. I watched as Jon and Steven spotted girls to flirt with when Victor stood next to me and I could feel the intensity of his gaze.

"What did pretty boy want?" He asked.

"His name is Jackson, you know this."

He looked nonplused.

I raised a brow at him. "He wants to study together tomorrow."

"That's when you and I study." He stared at me with a hurt look.

"We'll study today, Victor. What's the big deal, you and the boys are always chasing some tail -" I touched his chest, ignoring the hard muscle under the white tee. "And someone wants to be with me, be as flexible as I am with you. You're a shit wingman."

I turned and kept walking, leaving him behind. Suddenly it was feeling quite like it went from being Jon, Victor, Steven, and me to just Victor and me and it was a bit too much. I didn't belong to Victor and Victor most certainly did not belong to me. We had spent too much time together lately and lines were being blurred left and right.

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I had been trying to read over the same paragraph on classical conditioning when I felt Victor enter the library. When he stood before me I kept focused on the page even as he stared down at me. Finally, I looked up and gave him a tight smile. He didn't look happy at being there, his entire body was tense, knuckles white over the red Gatorade in his hand. Today was his usual intense workout day, a flagellation for all the shit he'd allowed himself to eat over the weekend. I knew this but I wasn't going to miss the study session with Jackson because Victor was determined that we needed to study together.