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assaulted twice.
    My back hits the wall and I shy away from him, turning my face away. I won’t look at him as if he’s a god anymore. I will look at him the same way I look at Sam: like the asshole he is.
    “That what you want, Blondie? You want me to bury myself balls deep in you?” He is so crude, and it disgusts me even more. I’m not particularly afraid of him, but I am nervous about what he’s capable of.
    “No. I want you and every guy like you to leave me alone. I’m sorry if I assumed something about you that you don’t think is true, but it is, and ninety nine percent of the female student body would tell you that. You don’t do love, and we all know that.” My matter of fact tone must push him over the edge because he turns around and stalks away from me. I can practically see the steam rolling off of him.
    For the first time, I am left utterly speechless. I have not one, but two Sam’s to contend with this year. Fantastic.

Ryder
     
    I am seething; no, I am pissed. How a little girl about five foot tall with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes has wiggled herself under my skin, I don’t know.  All I can think about is finding a way to crush her, to obliterate her from getting any closer. Blondie sees underneath my armor, and I need to pull my shit together quickly. I guess that’s what I get for sticking up for her. Funny she can tell me to take the high road, but she can’t put asshole Sam in his place.
    I want to punch something, to kick something, anything, to alleviate the anger stirring in my veins. Who does she think she is, telling me that I don’t do happily ever after’s and fairy bullshit? Of course I don’t fucking do that; I do nothing but fuck; mindless, no holds barred fucking that little, innocent girl has no clue how to do.
    Since leaving her in the hall, all I can think about is the way her dark, blue eyes looked into mine when Sam pushed her and how her plump lips will look in between my teeth. She doesn’t dress to show off, so I have no idea what she is packing underneath her clothes. But that doesn’t matter to me; her feistiness makes up for that just fine.
    Her silky, smooth skin will be as soft as satin; her hair will flow in blonde, endless waves... God, my dick was getting hard thinking about all the ways I can take her against a wall.
    I need to stop, and I need to find a way to keep her at bay. Fuck, I need to find a way to keep myself at bay.
    “You look angry. Something happen to you?” Landon, my roommate, asks as I slam the door to our apartment. Since Rex and Jenna… God, just the slip of her name drives me insane sometimes. Since they moved in together, and Corey and Mimi finally stopped eye fucking and actually started fucking one another, I was forced to get a roommate. Not that Landon is bad or anything, but I prefer solitude. We are the same side of a coin, and we get each other; that’s all that matters anyway.
    “Not something, more like someone. Do you know a guy named Sam?” I ask, stalking into the kitchen for a bottle of water. I need to work out or fuck someone because I can’t deal with the ache, the burn, within me.
    “I think so. Kind of has the face of an ass crack, walks around like he owns the place, smug, total douche? Of course. Why do you ask?” Landon continues to type away on his laptop as he waits for me to answer. When I don’t, he turns around to see what the fuck is up.
    “Dude, why the hell would you ask a question like that and not respond?” I shrug my shoulders, not quite sure why I asked in the first place. It isn’t my job to care about the damsel in distress. I have seen girls get fucked over and hurt. Most of the time I’m the one doing the hurting, but I haven’t ever inflected physical pain on a woman, and that right there makes my blood boil.
    One look at Blondie and I knew he has been hurting her for some time, leaving small marks on her that are so insignificant and unseen that no one would notice but me.