Fuck Valentine's Day(8)

By: C.M. Stunich

I ignored her and pushed Quinn off, using the wooden box to put space between us. He stepped back, but he didn't look happy about it. His hands went straight in his pockets and he puffed out a huge breath of air.

“What's up with you?” he asked me, tilting his head to the side like he was a bird or something. “You are like, a big time faucet.” I blinked stupidly back at him.

“Huh?” I asked as the door opened behind me and footsteps approached quickly. I glanced over my shoulder and found Preston coming towards us with a frown on his face.

“You know, the whole 'hot-cold' thing?”

“Excuse me,” Preston said as he stepped between us, totally cutting off Quinn from sight. I looked up, up, up and tried to focus on the small white bandage on his forehead instead of the fire in his eyes. And believe you me, it was burning in those big brown orbs nice and hot. “But you dropped these.” He reached out a hand and showed me a pair of pink and white striped panties that were totally not mine.

Rational Andi: They're from your fucking stalker, you dumb ass. You dropped them after you made an ass out of yourself. The professor was the one that found them and picked them up, friggin' sniffed them, and tried to bring them out to you. You're lucky Preston was there to interfere.

I did not ask my rational mind how she knew things that I clearly did not (or maybe she was just guessing) and accepted the panties gratefully. After all, I wasn't wearing any. Maybe I could just slip into the bathroom and put them on?

“Wow, this is awkward,” I said as Preston stepped back and revealed the empty space where Quinn had been. That asshat! I thought angrily as I looked around and found hide nor hair of him. “But, uh, thanks, and sorry.” Preston's right brow quirked, just the one. “You know for, uh, hurting your head and all.”

“My head is fine,” he said and somehow, I got this sort of flirty vibe from him. It gave me the chills down my spine. “But what I'd really like to know is how you managed to drop your underwear in a lecture hall. Doesn't happen everyday, you know.” I paused and opened my mouth to explain, but I was a pretty shitty liar, so nothing came out but air and more spit. Yep, I was a drooler for sure. Attractive, Andi. Nice job.

“I have to go,” I said as I turned away suddenly. Preston caught my arm at the last second, spun me to face him and pulled me close, kissing the hell out of me as I struggled to grasp two things. First, was that geeky Preston was a better kisser than badass Quinn, and second, that his hand was creeping down my back towards my ass. I shoved him in the chest, not because I wanted to, but because he was dangerously close to discovering that I was commando and tried to come up with something to say. Two years I had stalked Preston and only now was anything happening because of it. Maybe he'd been crushing on me all that time, too? But no, I wasn't that lucky.

“Don't be a stranger,” he said, and then he turned around and disappeared back into the auditorium leaving me even more confused than I'd been earlier. Twenty-two years and hardly any interest from the opposite sex. Now, suddenly, just days before the worst holiday of the year, I was getting crushed on by not one but two, possibly three (including my stalker), guys? What the heck?

Rational Andi: You're exuding whore pheromones. Put on some damn Chanel or some shit. Cover up that crap.

Horny Andi: Go to hell and rot.

I stuffed the panties in my book bag and peeled the envelope off of the handcuff box. I'm not going to lie and say I wasn't this close to chasing after Preston Ellis and using my new gift on him, but I did have priorities. First of which was finding my mystery man and determining if I was going to kiss him at first sight or have him arrested. Either of which was fine by me so long as I got my inner monologue down to a few lines a day. At this point, Rational Andi and Horny Andi were just two steps away from putting me into an insane asylum.

Congratulations. You're getting better at this. Tomorrow, after your lit class, there will be a clue attached to the bulletin board outside the classroom door. I'm not going to give you any hints, but you should know which one's mine. Try not to have too much fun with these without me.

I crumbled the note up in frustration and shoved it into my bag along with the handcuff box. So the little bitch was going to drag this out and make me wait. Fine. I could do that. I could handle the wait. The question was, could my libido?

“So then Preston just – ” I slammed the butts of my palms together for emphasis. “Up and kisses me. And by that time, Quinn was nowhere to be seen. He just split without a single word, and then he was waiting for me at my car later; I don't even know how he knew which one was mine. I just walked into the parking lot and BAM, there he was, leaning on the hood like a fucking porn star. Nothing happened after that. I didn't even say hi to him because I was kind of pissed off. I mean, seriously, what the fuck?” I paused. I wanted to tell Gen about the handcuffs, but I was afraid she was going to be judgmental. Still, she was my best friend, so I just went for it and opened up. I prefaced my words with, “I really appreciate you being such a good listener.”

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