Moving In - A Vinnie Hacker Story

Moving In - Pt25

It's literally been three days and I have not left Vinnie's house. We haven't exactly talked about Jax yet, but I don't really think we have to. He knows I hate him and there should be absolutely no worry around him. Vinnie also showed his ass who's boss (it's me, I'm boss) by tossing him in the pool like that.

I found it all quite entertaining and I loved that I still got my New Year's kiss. But, now I have to go back to my apartment because school is starting again. I know, ew. But I need to go if I wanna graduate.

Vinnie drove me back home, fully knowing that I would be back after I was done with all my classes. It's a blessing and a curse to not have night classes, but I do start at like 10, so at least I don't have to be hauling my ass to class at fucking 7 in the morning. I don't get enough sleep for that shit.

I got ready quickly and grabbed my bag, then drove to campus. It wasn't that far and I was supposed to meet Ashton and his new girlfriend. He no longer posed as a threat to my relationship because they seemed pretty serious. Vinnie knows and he's okay with it before y'all get on my ass.

We met at the cafe and got some iced coffee and muffins. I can't eat anything else this fucking early in the morning, especially since I spent the whole night fucking. I know I robbed you of the details, but some things are better off private.

We walked into psychology and something seemed different. It was cold, but LA cold. I'm from New York, this was nothing. Everyone literally had coats on in the class, while I was taking my sweater off and drinking my iced coffee.

UCLA is a big school, so normally you don't notice the people in your lectures. There are wayy too many to count, and I'm supposed to be paying attention anyways. But, today, like I said, something was different.

I saw the back of this kid's head. He looked tall, brunette, I think he had a couple piercings. But, I noticed him because he was wearing short sleeves. Finally, another normal person. 60 degrees is really not that cold and they literally had the heat on in the building.

I walked over to where he was and Ash and his girlfriend followed me. As we got closer, I realized that I had seen him before. Maybe I did notice people in the class after all. I just still didn't know who it was.

Then, as I am turning into the aisle where he is sitting, I see an earring that I could never forget. And earring that I purchased for a certain 6 month anniversary. An expensive, custom, fucking earring that I bought two of but now only see one. Where the fuck is the other one? Oh, right. He lost it when he was balls-deep in my best friend. Rumor has it, it's still under her bed somewhere. Fucking whore.

Sadly for me, I was already in the aisle, which meant that I had to sit down. People were behind me and the class was filling up. I walked in first, meaning that I had to sit next to him. Then the teacher walked in and told everyone to sit down.

He looked up when she said that and realized that it was me next to him. He had a grim look on his face. This was not gonna be good.

Y/n: What the actual fuck are you doing here?
Ex: I transferred in. I wanted to be closer to Emily and I like it here.
Y/n: It doesn't just work like that! You're the stupidest fucking human being I know. How did you get in?
Ex: Awww, you already forgot that I play sports. Isn't that how we met? You would come to all my games. You were the desperate girl in the crowd cheering on your school's point guard and the captain of the soccer team.
Y/n: I went there with my friends. It was fun and not for you.
Ex: Whatever helps you sleep at night. Me and my sports scholarship are happy where we are.

We were whisper-yelling at each other. I didn't even realize that the teacher was talking. But, I was quickly reminded when we locked eyes.

T: Glad you finally care enough to show us your attention, Ms Y/l/n. I see that you have already met our new student, Mr Parker.
Ex: Please, call me Jax.
Y/n: *cough cough* kiss ass *cough cough*
T: We are starting a new project and everyone needs partners. I was going to let everyone choose, but since you two already know each other, you can work together.
Y/n: Oh? Um... Miss, is it possible for me to work with literally anyone else?
T: You should've thought about that before you started talking in my class.
Y/n: B-but, you don't understand. This really will not go over well.
T: Well then, I'm sure whatever problems the two of you seem to have can be solved during this exercise. You are going to be conducting your own polygraph test on each other. Record the whole thing, write down physical signs of lying, and chart what the polygraph says. Make sure to ask thrilling questions. This is college, so you are allowed to get as provocative as you wish, just try to keep certain private information private. That's it. Class dismissed.