by S Cinders
"Shit, Hunter," Holt was not looking at my face. It was then that I realized I had somehow lost my oversized t-shirt in the tussle. His eyes were glued to my tiny black see thru bra. And there were the girls, saying hello - excellent.
Aw shit, this wasn't happening, not now, not ever.
I yanked my hand out of his grasp and punched him as hard as I could.
How could I forget he was a bleeder?
Or that I was the unluckiest person on earth? Who else would punch their ex-best friend while they are both half naked in a non-violence dorm? What were the odds that the RA would be walking by? And that Rich would file a police report?
In better news, Holt did not complain about the broken nose, or that I may have had an accident in the back of the police car with him present.
I take full responsibility for the whole damn thing. I just forgot, for a tiny moment, we have a 'no violence' policy in the dorms. But it was the stupid cock suckers fault - you see that, right?
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