Evan's Addiction Read Free Page B

short.
         “She did it again.” I complained watching her leave. Again, no ass
view to appreciate. 
         “What?” Nic asked between laughs.
         “She had the last word.”
     
     
    Tuesday, November 11
     
         Walking into the cafeteria my gaze automatically and impatiently
roamed the area, and when I saw a familiar red-head sitting next to Carrie
tension that I hadn’t realized I was holding loosened. I’d been vastly put-out
that she hadn’t shown last Thursday because I had been looking forward to our
next banter session. When I’d asked Carrie about her she relayed that Shaw had
to work. When I’d asked where she worked Carrie had looked uneasy and said that
Shaw was self-employed; taking photographs and doing computer stuff.
         Her uneasy expression and explanation intrigued me.  
         “Who the hell are those fucktards?” Nic growled.
         Pulling my gaze from Shaw I took in the two males sitting next to
the girls. I’d been so focused on Shaw I hadn’t even noticed them. If either of
these guys were hitting on Carrie someone was going to get their ass kicked.
Nic did not like any other dicks near his girl, and I meant that in both the
literal and figurative sense.
         Skipping the food line Nic marched straight over to their table, Seth
and I right next to him. I noted that several tables around them had turned
their attention to whatever was being said, and as we neared I heard Shaw
speaking loudly. 
         “Leave her alone asshole. Her boyfriend is twice your size, three
times as good looking, and will kick your ass to the four corners of campus.”
         I grinned at her comment, but then scowled at the losers. “You
don’t have a boyfriend though and I’ve heard that you’re building a list. I’m
offering myself up.”
         What the hell did he mean by that?
         Shaw’s response came out tight and menacing. “I’ve got at least a
five inch minimum and you don’t look like you come close, dickless. I’m also
pretty sure I saw you coming out of the V.D. clinic and I want your crotch rot
as far from me as possible.”
         Shaw had used similar biting comebacks with me but they’d held a
lot less murder-you-in-your-sleep tone in them.
         Dickless stood, looming over her with a pissed-off expression.
“You have quite the bitch mouth on you. How about I…”
         “Shut your fucking mouth, asshole.” Nic roared before I could. Nic
normally didn’t swear around Carrie, but he had his exceptions. 
         Both the males’ heads shot our way and their predatory expressions
morphed to instant alarm at the sight of Nic, Seth and myself barreling toward
them.
         “I told you she had a boyfriend, asshole. I hope you enjoyed your
life.” Shaw sneered, sipping at her drink casually. 
         Their alarm increased to outright panic, probably because they saw
and recognized their eminent death in all three of our expressions.
         Suddenly, they bolted toward the exit like their asses were on
fire and I would have laughed at their fucking spinelessness if I wasn’t so
incensed. I could see Nic wanted to go after them, I did too, but the girls
were more important at the moment. I doubted the fuckers would be back, and if
we ran across them we would take care of them then.
         Nic knelt down by Carrie his expression concerned. “You okay, babe?”
I knew he was wondering if they’d thrown her past in her face.
         Carrie cupped his jaw looking only mildly upset. “I’m fine; they
were just trying to pick us up…in a completely vulgar way.” 
         I plunked down in the seat dickless had been occupying next to
Shaw. “You okay?” I asked. 
         Her eyes were hard but her expression was neutral. “Dim-witted
assholes litter this campus.” She gave me a narrowed eyed glance. “They’re like
weeds, you pull one and another sprouts in its place.” She raised her