Welcome Back Party

Just like the night that kicked off the end of semester celebrations, a similar vibe was taking place once again across the entire campus.

Everyone was drinking, enjoying themselves. Even those like Tiffany who was preparing herself for week after week of very tough studying.

The evening weather was perfect and Mark was taking the time to catch up with so many of his friends and classmates that he hadn’t seen in so long.

While walking through the packed courtyards, Mark was stopped by his cousin who looked as if he was in a rush.

“Hey man, what was that you said about Miranda the other night?” he asked him.

“What? That she’s crazy?”

Jackson quickly responded by asking why that was.

“It’s a long story man, just trust me, if crazy isn’t the right word to describe her, maybe it’s complicated,” he explained to him.

“Well I know you recommended not getting too involved with her but dude… I kinda dig this chick.”

His cousin started to explain what happened last night and how he pulled Miranda after the bar. They fucked not once, not twice but three times and Jackson was under the belief that it was the best sex he had ever had before.

“I can’t describe it man, the girl was incredible and she doesn’t seem like someone to be too crazy,” he said.

As he was being spoken to by Jackson, Mark was bumped by someone passing by. The hit didn’t knock him off his feet but he found himself stumbling sideways as it happened. Turning around, he saw the perpetrator was Dixon, looking back at Mark smugly.

“Hey! What the fuck dude! Watch where you’re walking,” Jackson suddenly piped up, realising that it wasn’t accidentally.

Mark shook his head at his cousin, as if to tell him not to bother with starting a fight with this psychopath. Without knowing who Dixon was though, there wasn’t any way that Jackson was letting this short guy in a red football jacket get away with bumping into his cousin.

“Yeah, I’m talking to you pal,” he said as Dixon stopped to look back at who was speaking.

He had a puzzled look on his face, mainly because he didn’t know who Jackson was but also because he had the nerve to challenge him. Seeing that the new guy was being quite firm and aggressive with his tone, Dixon walked forward to meet him face to face.

“You got no idea who you’re messing with,”Dixon threatened him.

Jackson didn’t back off, he met Dixon’s hateful eyes and the two stared at each other. Being already a taller than Mark, it meant he was well and truly head and shoulders above Dixon.

“It’s fine Jackson, it was an accident,” Mark said from the side, trying to calm his cousin down to avoid making a scene.

The two stayed frozen, staring back at one another. Eventually Dixon backed down, taking a step back, turning his back on the two of them. The short college football player may have tried something if they weren’t in this very public location. Instead, he chose to stand down from the confrontation.

As Dixon left for good, the two cousins had different ways they wanted to go about this.

“What a punk,” Jackson said, “Who does he think he is?”

“Just don’t do that again, he’s a fucking psycho, last time I saw someone like that do that to him, he pulled a gun on them,” Mark explained.

He then went into a little more detail on the kind of guy they were dealing with here. How he sexually assaulted Mark’s close friend Maple and has probably done it to plenty of other girls too.

Jackson was seeing red, the more he heard about him, the more he wanted to put Dixon in his place, “What the fuck dude, we need to do something, why haven’t the police been contacted?”

“Maple doesn’t want to without any witness,” he told him, “We can’t do it without her.”

His cousin shook his head annoyed that this guy was getting away with this sort of thing, “Well there’s gotta be something we can do to stick it to this guy. Where’s his room? Let’s break in and trash it or something.”

Mark disagreed, shaking his head once more by his cousins’ suggestions.

“I told you, you don’t want to get into trouble with him.”

It was difficult to stop Jackson from doing what he thought was right. He started to believe that whether he went with him or not, he was going to find his room one way or another.