Mistakes : A College Bully Romance

through elementary and middle school, leading up to high school when I literally did ninety percent of my homework in homeroom as fast as I could.
Hey, it worked, didn’t it? I’d gotten into SCC. Granted, almost anyone who applied to SCC got in, but that was beside the point.
I texted Ash when I could, called her when Mel wasn’t in the room. For whatever reason, it felt weird to talk to my best friend while my roommate was in the room. She’d finally moved into Hillcrest and met her roommate, and judging from the noises she made when I asked if he was cute, he was definitely cute.
Cute and rich? Cha-ching. I’d tell that bitch to nail him down, or one of those Hillcrest boys, but I knew Ash wasn’t like that. Getting a sugar daddy wasn’t on her list of things to do. Me? I might settle for one, if I couldn’t make it on my own. A last resort type of thing.
My bio labs were…full of one particularly annoying guy trying to talk to me. I did my best to ignore him, but damn, it was hard. It was probably the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. What I really wanted to do, what I really, really wanted to do, was jump his bones, make him as hot and bothered as his low, rough voice made me.
And that face, God, that face was the face of an angel. Or maybe a demon. A tempting demon. What were those demons that tempted you with sex? Or the ones that made you horny? Whatever. You knew what I meant. That, whatever it was, was Levi.
Or Blue, as I liked to call him.
I outright refused to use his name anytime I had to talk to him. No Levi, only Blue. It was impossible not to get lost in the clear, crispness of his gaze, the deep blue color that reminded me of the tropical waters in the Caribbean. They were a pair of blue eyes like no other, and maybe that’s why I found myself thinking about him more than I should, even when I wasn’t sitting beside him in bio.
As the days went on, I slowly became used to Mel’s routine. Her waking up early, dragging herself out of bed, leaving without saying a word. I asked for her help to stay on track with all of my classes and assignments, and she took the job seriously. She was a planner through and through, and having her there helped me to keep on it. Mostly.
I focused on Mel, knowing that I couldn’t always talk to Ash. This was my life, and for the first time in—well, forever—I had to live it on my own. I had to be my own person, no longer the duo that was Kelsey and Ash.
We’d be together again, sometime during the holidays, but right now, I had to live my life. Surprisingly, it wasn’t a bad life. Despite all the work some of my classes were making me do, I still found myself laughing and having a good time.
We were two weeks into the semester when things really got interesting.

Chapter Eight – Kelsey
It was stupid. I was stupid for going there, but I went anyways. On the edge of campus, near the rec, there was a huge concrete slab that was used for basketball. Hoops hung on either side of it, and most times of the day, there were at least one or two games going.
It was late on a Thursday—okay, late according to Mel, who was in bed by nine at the latest—when I found myself there. Subconsciously, I didn’t want to go back to my room. I’d gotten a sandwich from the union, had it stuffed in my backpack, and I was hungry. It was dinner time. Usually I went back to the room to eat, but Levi was particularly aggressive today in his invitation.
He wanted me to watch him play. The bastard probably just wanted me to see him shirtless, and I found myself curious, too. What did Levi look like underneath all those clothes? It wasn’t that wrong of me to wonder. Now, Dean—that would’ve been crossing the line.
Mel had told me more of the story. She’d dated Dean all throughout the last two years of high school, and during that time she told him she didn’t want to sleep with him. She wanted to save it for marriage. Not something a lot of people did nowadays, but hey, to each their own. I wasn’t here to judge anyone for their choices regarding saving themselves or not.
Then they started coming to SCC. Mel noticed Dean changing, especially after joining that fraternity. She thought she felt him pulling away, so she did something she instantly regretted: she had sex with him. Of course, it was after they got down and dirty that Mel found out he’d been cheating on her with other girls from SCC, and once she found out she was devastated. Broke up with him, closed herself off.
Dean was the king of dicks, and I seriously thought about dick-punching him on a daily basis, just for what he did to Mel. There was no excuse for that kind of behavior.
I ran a hand down my bag’s strap, my eyes scanning the basketball game currently in progress before me. It was shirts against skins, I bet, because about half the guys on the concrete pad were shirtless. Most were nothing too special, but there were a few that drew my eyes.
You know, the muscled ones.
One of them, I was pained to realize, was Dean himself. So, okay, the douchebag had a good body. I could see why Mel didn’t want to lose him—he was good-looking, and he was everything she’d ever known, her only boyfriend, until whatever happened after they broke up.
As I sat on