Tough Shit (Rejects Paradise 1)

Tomorrow morning, I’ll be getting there early and speaking to the woman in the student office. Surely she can work something out for me. I mean, I doubt she holds it all day long. Maybe I could share with her. On second thought, she was a bitch. I doubt she’d offer up her bathroom to a desperate student.

I slam through my bedroom door and race to my bathroom. I’ve never been so happy to be in a skirt in my life. By the time I reach the toilet, my skirt is somewhere around my head and my panties are dangling around my ankles, threatening to send me toppling over and smacking my head into the toilet seat. God, that’d be a great story for paramedics.

My ass drops to the cold toilet seat and my world suddenly feels so much brighter.

Holy hell. I will never put myself through that same torture again. That was horrendous. I don’t think I’ve ever been envious of a penis in my life but right now, knowing a man can just whip it out and take a piss wherever he wants is kind of lucky, while also fucking disgusting.

I finish up and as I’m dragging my panties back up my legs, I can’t help but notice the bidet. “What the hell are you looking at?” I grumble, feeling as though it’s staring at me, daring me to squat my sweet ass over it. “It ain’t ever gonna happen, buddy.”

I get my panties back into position and pull my uniform off before dumping into the dirty washing hamper and striding back out to my room.

I find my door wide open and curse myself for being so careless, especially now that Jude is hovering in the doorway, staring at my nearly naked body. “You need something?” I grumble with distaste. This guy has been giving me the creeps ever since I met him yesterday, not to mention, he stares all the time. It’s fucking weird.

His eyes travel over my body as though I’ve purposefully walked out of the bathroom in my underwear just for him. He steps over the threshold of my room. “You wanna fuck, don’t you?”

I freeze for a moment as he grabs the back of my door and goes to slam it shut. Shit. This isn’t a position I want to be in. “Get the fuck out of my room,” I say too loudly, hoping there’s someone around who can hear me.

“Come on,” he says, the bang of the door making me jump. “I’ve seen you watching me all fucking day. You want me. Just say the word and I’ll give it to you.”

“You’re fucking kidding me, right? I haven’t been watching you. You’re delusional. I wouldn’t fuck you even if you were the last man on earth.”

His eyes darken as he starts making his way toward me. “Then I guess we’re going to have to do this my way. Better prepare yourself because I like it hard.”

My door swings open and I jump while Jude’s eyes slice around to the door with venom. Colton stands in my doorway looking bored as hell, his gaze heavily on my body and filled with lust and for a moment, my panic worsens.

His eyes drag lazily over my breasts and stomach before coming back to mine and when they do, they’re filled with disgust. “Put some fucking clothes on,” he snaps. “What are you trying to achieve? Hoping to get knocked up by one of my friends and get your dirty claws into their pockets too?”

“Fuck you.” I stride across my room to my luggage bag only to realize all my clothes are gone. Knowing mom, she would have snuck in here during school and put them all away. I slam the lid back down and make my way to the walk-in closet, pissed off that now they both have a perfect view of my ass in my Brazilian cut panties.

“Both of you get the fuck out of my room,” I say, looking out through the closet door, aiming my glare at Jude. “Thanks for stopping by, but I’ll have to decline your offer. Unfortunately, I’m not in the mood for being raped by some dick who probably doesn’t even know what a fucking G-spot is, let alone what to do with a vagina if he ever got one. Which by the way, I’m sure is never.”

“You fucking bitch,” Jude spits, coming at me, making fear rattle through me as my hands shake by my side. I’m all for putting on the tough girl act, but deep down, I’m fucking terrified.

Colton’s domineering voice comes shooting through my room, demanding attention. “Jude,” he says in a tone that sends shivers spiraling down my spine. “Get the fuck out of her room. You know the rules about fucking with the help.”