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Fatin POV
Of course. Of fucking course it had taken Toni a single day to piss off someone at this school.
Fatin mindlessly kicked the rotary stand full of textbooks as she glared at the girl next to her, wondering how the fuck the brunette had roped her into saving her ass yet again. Toni fucking Shalifoe had pissed off the people at the book shop of all places. If there was one place you would aim not to entirely shit on it would probably be the people dispensing your curriculum- ass saving- texts.
Yet, the girl thought with her anger and her fist and Fatin was once again stood as the short human shield she was. It was a tired old tradition that was quickly beginning to wear thin the longer their friendship stood. But Fatin had a weak spot and Toni was basically family. Well, maybe not family considering way back they used to be, well, pretty great friends.
“I can’t believe you dragged my ass here.”
“Remember when I went and got your jacket you love so much back from last night's fuck buddy? You owe me bitch.” She smiled that smug grin that said it all; she did owe her.
“Fuck. Fine, but stay cool or I’m leaving. I’m not setting out to piss these people off the first week.”
“Oh fuck no I’m not dealing with this.”
Fatin looked up, mind temporarily stalling as she met eyes of deep blue. Of course, Toni had pissed off the cute one.
“Well, you’re a ray of fucking sunshine.” Fatin cast a look down at the girl's name tag. Leah. That was an awfully sweet name for someone who was apparently a huge dick.
“Ian, there’s a customer here for you.”
She looked exasperated, clearly already done before Fatin had gotten a damn word in. It nagged at her in a way that didn’t sit right in the pit of her stomach. People were normally easily swayed by the girl, she’d simply shoot them the eyes- you know, the classic fuck me eyes- and they would cave. Yet this girl stood fuming, eyes trying to focus anywhere but hers. Fucking straight girls, man.
“I’m on a break.”
“I didn’t think we got breaks, Ian.” She bit back.
“I’m on a fucking break Leah deal with it yourself.”
“Fuck.” She shot a middle finger to the man, turning to face them again. “Hi. I’m Leah how can I help you today?” She rested her arms on the desk, falsely grinning at the two girls who stood before her.
She’s cocky as shit. Fatin warmed as she looked at her. Leah was cloaked in that eternally cocky pissed of vibe and it was strangely fucking hot.
“My friend needs her books.”
“They’re not in yet.” Her eyes rolled and fuck could she be any more shitty.
“What do you mean they’re not fucking in yet!” Toni seethed before reeling it in at Fatin’s ‘cut the shit’ glare.
Leah simply rolled her eyes, tired; something that actually pulled at the slight bit of heart Fatin had left.
“Look they’re not in. They could be another week, or two. We can’t do anything about that. It’s the supplier's fault and teachers are aware and have been told to chose a sharing partner for those unable to attain library copies. Do you have someone to share with?”
Toni grimaced. “I just want my fucking books is all.”
“And you will get them, they’re just a little late.” The girl ran a stressed hand through her hair, combing through her ponytail.
Leaning on the desk, Fatin placed her face not too far from the girl’s. “You’re sure there’s nothing we can do to speed this up.” Her hair twirled around her finger as her voice dropped causing Leah to audibly swallow before shaking herself out of whatever THAT was.
Fatin sighed as the girl shifted back, clearly too straight to be enticed by the queer gal shit. Fuck that one normally did the trick. She tried not to notice the coconut scent of Leah’s shampoo and moved back.
“No there’s nothing I can fucking do.” God, she is hot. “And I had to stay late last night to clean up the stupid ass display your friend over here knocked down.” Leah was pissed and Fatin actually felt bad for the girl. “So no, I don’t owe you any favors.” She moved off the desk and went to play with a display.
Trying to ignore the pang at the loss of her presence, she turned to her friend. “Looks like you’re just gonna have to share gal. Who did you get paired with?”
“Shelby.”
Fatin choked at the revelation. “Oh fuck you’re totally screwed.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Let me know how that one goes for you.” Stuck with the bible basher yikes.
“Oh piss off.”
“Nah you love me.” She prodded Toni’s nose like you would a loved one; laughing as her hand got quickly slapped away.
Fatin met Leah’s gaze and shot her a quick wink before trailing away, feeling the girl’s eyes, hot upon her back. Nah she still had it.
As she entered the store the second time that day it was to the heated conversation between Leah and a burly frat guy, who Fatin had to admit, was actually kind of hot.
“Dude you need to chill,”
“No! I need the damn book b,”
“Hey.” Fatin placed a hand on the guy looking him up and down. No one deserved the scorn of an egotistic frat guy. “How about you leave and come back later?” She trailed the hand down his shoulder and patted his chest. Why did the hot ones have to be such asses? Still, he was cute and it was five pm and she was desperate. Reaching into her bag she wrote her phone number on his bicep. “Call me?”
“S, sure. Yeah girl, I’ll call.”
Slapping his ass as he walked away she returned her gaze to the girl behind the desk and fuck, those eyes.
“I don’t need your help. Or whatever the fuck that was.” Leah grabbed a pen and began writing, ignoring her with every ounce of her being.
“I need help.” Taking the pen out of her grasp, Fatin placed it back down on the table, getting a raised brow from the girl.
“I told you earlier, I can’t fucking help your friend. I’m tired as shit,” Leah looked at her as if waiting.
“Fatin.”
“I’m tired as shit Fatin, half the science and med students have been in bitching the past few days over shortages I can’t fucking control. I’m not some fucking book genie. I am done, and honestly, this job doesn’t pay me enough to find another fuck to give.” She picked up her pen again.
She could see it in the girl's face; the absolute loss of will to live in that moment. But, Fatin kind of liked the anger, the way she enunciated the ‘ck’ in fuck, and the look she was giving her that just made her want to push the girl up against the wall. She’s probably straight. A silent reminder.
Quickly plucking the pen from her hands, Fatin held it in the air, dangling it like a carrot.
“Shit, could you not?” Leah’s eyes were watery now and the guilt hit her like a pang to the chest. “I haven’t had a single damn coffee today, you do not want to fuck with me right now.”
Handing it back, she crossed her arms tightly across her chest as if that would stop her damn heart from doing whatever the living hell it was inside of her. “Look I’m not here for Toni. I need my books, I have my list, if they’re not in, they’re not in. I’m not here to add to your shit okay?”
Taking the list without meeting her eyes, Leah walked around, methodically grabbing the texts she needed for her classes.
“Entrepreneurship and accounting? Business major ay? Fitting.”
“What?”
“It’s just you seem like the kind of girl who could get what she wants from rich, corporate men.” Her voice was sarcastic, clearly biting out at her extra-curricular life choices. What the hell happened to feminism?
“And women.” She rose a brow, tempting. But whatever Leah thought, showed for only a second if that before she was bored again playing with the stacks.
“Nice meeting you again Leah.” Grabbing the stack of books she lifted them, trying to balance them under her chin.
“Hopefully never again. Do you want a bag for those?”
“Hey, sorry I couldn’t help overhearing, do you want a hand with those?” The boy’s smile lit up his face as his eyes traipsed over Fatin and yeah. She could totally do with his help.
“Sure, thank you.” She smiled at Leah behind the counter, watching as she shook her head in response to the guy's unneeded help.
“Unbelievable.”
The word was barely audible as Fatin was at the door, but she had heard it.
Fatin wasn’t entirely sure why, during that time she was having sex with said guy that night, all she could think about was that damn book girl. And as he came, not her, because half the college guys at this school apparently had no idea what a vagina was, she thought about annoyingly piercing blue eyes, coconut shampoo, and the way she said-
“Fuck.”
“You good?” Fatin pushed the tired guy off of her, men were so lazy after coming. You’d think they’d run a fucking marathon.
“Yeah.”
“Awesome.” Fatin slapped his ass, moving to grab her clothing.
“You’re leaving?”
“Obviously.”
She wasn’t sure why she dreamt about the girl behind that counter either, but she filed away under the things to never acknowledge. Fatin didn’t do feelings.