Sunday Night

Saturday Night was a warning for what was to come. While Jackson was unable to get out of his dorm room the next day due to how fucked his ankle was, Mark tried to enjoy the following night, while being cautious.

The last thing he wanted to do was to be caught alone.

With the mid-semester break starting tomorrow, campus was a buzz. Mark found himself out in the courtyards hanging with Jess and Tiffany, having a couple of quiet drinks. He was telling them exactly what had happened the night before, leaving out the handjob, and focusing on why he was so concerned about what was to come.

“Okay… so maybe that’s my fault then,” Jess admitted, rubbing Mark’s back, understanding she could have put him in a bit of danger.

“No, no, you shouldn’t be blaming yourself,” Mark told her, “Your intentions were good, let’s not forget who the real enemies are.”

“It doesn’t matter, I fucked up, I’m woman enough to admit it,” Jess exclaimed, owning her mistake.

“We can’t be getting caught alone from now on,” Tiffany spoke, “Especially at night… they’ll probably keep trying to intimate you boys physically while… I don’t even want to know what they’d do to us girls.”

Mark and Jess both nodded along, agreeing with her point.

“Ugh, this is such a bummer to think about, let’s talk about something else, what’s everyone doing this week?” Jess asked them.

Tiffany sighed, “Study… study… study.”

“Come on girl, don’t get your head too stuck in the books, what about you Mark? Big plans?”

Mark had been invited down to Daniel’s family’s house for the week, an hour south of campus. He had been there before and was excited to be invited back, their family were loaded and their giant house was a great example of their wealth.

“Daniel said I could come round for a week to his place, what are you doing Jess?”

“Just chilling and drinking, meeting some of Tara’s friends out in the city tomorrow night so I’ll just play it by ear from there.”

“You can always come with us, if you need somewhere else to hang out?” he asked, knowing her current family situation.

She smiled, playfully nudging him lightly, “Thanks Mark, I’ll keep it in mind.”

“You too Tiff but I’m sure you’re already in exam mode,” he offered.

She nodded, “I’ve got half a semester to go and that’s it, I’ve got to put everything I’ve got into this for the sake of my future.”

Mark had always admired her hard working attitude, she put in 100% effort into anything she did, especially when it came to her education. Whatever Tiffany was going to do in life, she was going to make a great positive impact to the people around her.

While they were chatting, the Australian exchange student, Macca, came stumbling past them, walking in the direction of the parking lot.

“Macca, you alright?” Mark asked him as the drunk Aussie walked past.

“Huh…” he mumbled, “Imma.. doa…”

They all looked at each other laughed, watching him stumble away into the distance. He was clearly either drunk out of his mind or **** up on whatever he could get his hands on.

“On that note, I’m off to bed,” Tiffany said.

“Yeah, I might head in,” Mark added, “You staying out Jess?”

She thought about it for a second but as she yawned, Jess knew it was smart to call it a night too, “Eh, I might get some sleep too, to be honest.”

***

That night, Jess headed back to her dorm room, she had enough to drink the night before to be bothered to get drunk again tonight.

Her roommate Tara was already passed out asleep in bed. She smiled at how the topless girl slept, mouth wide open, drooling from the side of her mouth.

Looking in the mirror, she checked herself out. With just a small lamp on in the room, there wasn’t as much she could see unlike when they had the main light switch on.

She began to undress herself, undoing the zip of her skirt, pulling it down her legs and off her body. The crop top came off next, leaving her in her matching pink panties and bra. She looked unamused as she unclipped the back of her bra, sliding it off her shoulders.

Without a guy in front of her to tease, she didn’t waste any more time changing clothes. Sliding the mirror door to pick out her sleepwear, Jess quickly grabbed a loose fitting t-shirt to throw over the top of her head.

Playing with her long brown hair, she twirled a bit in her fingers.

*Beep Beep*

She could hear her phone buzzing back on her bed side table.

It was a text from an unknown number which caught her off guard at first. As soon as she began to read it, she knew exactly who it was from.

Dixon.

There’s no way that she would ever give him her number so he had clearly been busy, asking around for it.

Dixon: Was just thinking about your little bathroom **** from the other weekend…

“How the fuck did he get my number,” she whispered to herself.

She remained calm and typed back a witty reply.

Jess: You would know all about **** now wouldn’t you

Dixon: I’m more innocent than you honey…

Dixon: Anyway, Heard that you had to run away from home

Dixon: Your mommy dating a **** addict

Dixon: Aw how sad

Jess was infuriated.

She had no idea how on earth he had found this out, but it was quickly getting on her nerves. She felt her body tense up, wanting to scream or yell.

Looking over at Tara fast asleep in the other bed, the brunette composed herself again, not making a sound as she typed back a response.

Jess: You don’t know anything about me

Dixon: Oh I do

Dixon: I know you have real daddy issues

Dixon: Poor little Jess, daddy didn’t want to stick around for his jobless mother and their waste of a space daughter

This was starting to go too far and Jess began to feel her emotions getting the best of her, her eyes beginning to water.

Dixon: It’s ok… I’ll keep your secrets safe, u just mind your own business from now on and I’ll mind mine.

She didn’t respond.

She threw her phone away to the ground, turning off the lamp and pulling the sheets right up to her face.

The anger inside her that was brewing was being overwhelmed by the sadness she felt inside. As she shut her eyes, trying to block out everything and stop herself from crying, her phone went off one more time from the carpeted floor.

Dixon: Sweet dreams honey bun