Nails drag down my back hard enough to break skin followed by a high-pitched moan. "Lucas."

I grab the top of my headboard for balance as I grab a leg and throw it over my shoulder, my thrusts turning faster and harder. Maya, the blonde chick I picked up earlier this week in class, arches into me, her huge tits crushing against my chest. I wrap an arm around her waist and flip us over so that I'm on my back and she's on top. I link my hands together at the back of my head, my eyes growing heavy-lidded. "Ride me. Give me a show."

"You got it, handsome," She purrs and leans back on her palm, spreading her legs and letting me see all of her. I watch raptly as my cock disappears in and out of her slick pussy, humming in approval when her hand snakes down her abdomen until she's fingering her own clit. "You like that?"

I don't answer but then again she wasn't expecting one. We've had sex multiple times this week so she knows what I'm like in bed. I give orders, I take control, and I don't do compliments. I like a rough and dirty fuck, none of that heart-to-heart making love shit. I won't tell you that you look beautiful or that you feel amazing. Maya knows that but I guess she's holding out hope she'll be different from the rest. That's what all the girls think. That they'll "change" me or make me different somehow. I usually have to end things before they get too ahead of themselves and I have a feeling this is going to be mine and Maya's last fuck.

She throws her head back, her mouth falling open when I grab her hips and start drilling into her. Her tits bounce with each thrust I deliver and it's a good sight to finish off to. I come hard and fast, a low groan tearing out of my throat as my body jerks into hers. Maya comes right after me, her pussy squeezing my cock over and over again as her orgasm hits her.

Her moans are loud enough to shatter the windows in this room, something she does when we fuck at my place. She knows everyone will hear her being fucked by Lucas Cage so she exaggerates and makes it known. When we fuck anywhere else that isn't here, she's more genuine about the sex. That's why I'm ending this now. Once again all she cares about is wearing the badge of honour I'm apparently giving her. What a fucking turn-off.

She leans over me when it's over, panting hard and burying her face in my neck. Her hands slowly make their way up my abs but I pry them away and move her off of me. I also don't do cuddling after sex, another thing she knows and is trying to change.

I get to my feet and go to the bathroom in my room, shutting the door behind me and locking it. I briefly catch my reflection in the mirror as I slide my condom off and tie it up and note the hickeys all over my throat. She wanted to put her mark on me. I roll my eyes. If I had any doubt about ending this shit, I don't anymore. She was sweet in the beginning, timid and genuinely excited to be with me. Then that sincerity chipped away as the days went by and now there's none at all. In less than a week I became the human equivalent to bragging rights for her status at Boston U. I snort as I finish washing off my hands. And people think I'm the one that uses people. Fucking truth is I get used all the time so I figure I might as well use these people back if that's how they want to be.

I admit I initially hooked up with Maya to prove a point: that I could do whatever the fuck I want. After Olivia's little speech in class about how people disappoint and you can't change them, I was livid to say the least. She's disappointed in me? That's rich considering she abandoned me when I needed her the most.

You'll always be the guy that gets left behind, Lucas.

Some fucking best friend she turned out to be.

But no, she painted me as the bad guy and looked so fucking full of herself. She'd looked at me with a gloating expression and I couldn't stay quiet. I couldn't let her have the last word or make her think she knows me. She has no idea who the fuck I am or what I'm capable of. So I decided to show her. Show her she has no idea who I am anymore and it's all her fucking fault.

In less than a second I had the entire class sucking my dick, played puppet with our professor, and bagged a chick without saying one word to her. That's what I can do. And the look on her face, fuming and incredulous? Fucking rich. She knew in that moment she didn't have a goddamn clue about who she was dealing with. She thinks she knows me but I showed her she has no fucking idea who she's dealing with. And she sure as fuck better remember that the next time she acts like she knows anything about me because she doesn't. She never fucking did.

"Hello?" There's a knock on the door and snap out of it, realizing I've been glaring at my own reflection for the better part of five minutes. I turn the tap off and dry my hands. "Lucas, come back to bed."

What the fuck? I unlock the bathroom door and swing it open. Maya is standing wearing nothing but a grin. "What took you so long, handsome?"

"Why are you still here?" I ask and shoulder past her. I grab my clothes off the floor and start putting them on one by one. "You know better than to stick around when we finish."

"Don't be like that, babe." I feel her arms go around my torso. Babe? Not likely. "Come back to bed. I'll give you a treat."

Her hand slides down my abdomen suggestively and I grab her by the wrist before she can touch me. "Go home, Maya. It's not happening anymore."

Her hands drop from me suddenly and I can hear her sputtering. "What are you saying?"

"It's over," I respond evenly. I buckle my belt and comb my fingers through my hair. "We're not fucking anymore. Go home."

"Oh, come on," She laughs but there's no humour in it. "Just like that? I didn't even do anything wrong!"

"Why do I have to justify it?" I turn around to face her and cross my arms. "We agreed just sex. That doesn't last forever."

"But it's only been a week."

"And?"

"That's not fair! You fucked my friend Lola for two weeks, did you know that? Why can't I get two weeks?"

"Because it's not a fucking contest, Maya," I stare at her incredulously. Christ, just when I think I've seen the height of people's stupidity I'm proven wrong. "Get out. Now."

"Just one more week," She whines. "I just want the two weeks like her. I'm sick of hearing her brag."

"You need a fucking life," I growl and gather her clothes off the floor before shoving them in her hands. "You have five seconds to put on your clothes or I kick you out of here naked. Choose."

She stomps her foot. Actually fucking stomps her foot. "You're an asshole!"

"But you knew that," I point out then glance at my watch. "Five seconds. I'm fucking serious. Five...four..."

"Okay!" She huffs and angrily stuffs her limbs through her clothes. She glares at me the whole time but I don't give a shit. I feel sick that I even fucked her. It's amazing how fast people switch up on you for their own personal gain. Times like this I consider celibacy because I can't be bothered to keep dealing with the same old drama.

Once she's dressed Maya struts to the front door, swaying her hips extra hard probably to show me what I'm missing out on or some shit. I've seen this tactic a million times and I'm not fazed. I follow her to make sure she actually leaves and she pauses out in the hallway, turning back to me.

"What if I want to hook up again? Like, once in a while and not exclusively?"

"No," I grab the top of the doorframe, raising a brow down at her. "We're never happening again."

She scoffs, muttering "dick" under her breath before stomping away. Good fucking riddance. I close the door and lock it for good measure because I won't put it past her to come back and try again.

"She seemed lovely," Zack drawls from his seat on the couch. "You sure know how to pick 'em."

"She was nice at first," I shove a hand through my hair in frustration. "Then she wanted to keep fucking to keep points with her friend that I apparently bagged."

Zack rolls his eyes, scoffing in disgust. The same thing happens to him all the time too. He's nowhere near the miserable asshole I am but he damn well should be. He was in a serious relationship once until he learned that his girlfriend was secretly recording their sex and putting it up online to make money. She got a lot out of it too because everyone was going crazy over "how Zack Hunter fucks." Everyone can call the two of us players or say we're disrespecting women by sleeping around but this is why. We get used and exploited all the fucking time so yeah, we fuck no strings attached because it protects us. Suck our fucking dicks.

"Your dad asked me to call you back," He chimes in casually and I feel my shoulders lock up. Dad has been trying to reach me all week but I've managed to ignore him.

"Noted," I state and head for the refrigerator. I grab the box of leftover pizza and take it out, eating a slice cold.

"You should listen to him," Zack tries again, clearly not dropping it. "It sounded serious."

I roll my eyes. "It's always serious to him."

"What if it's about your mom?"

"You think I'm that dense? If it was about mom then Lizzie and Landon would try reaching me too. It's just Dad so he has a stick up his ass over something."

"Well, whatever it is it's stressing your mom out. I was on call with him and could hear her in the back asking if she should try talking to you. Come on, man. She's worried sick that you two are still fighting."

"What the fuck do you know?" I immediately snap. I can feel myself bristling at his words. Who the hell is he to tell me that I'm stressing my mother out? Just what the fuck is he implying?

"I'm not blaming you," He snaps back. "I'm just saying pick up the damn phone and call your father back. It takes two seconds and it'll make your mom feel better."

"You're not my fucking babysitter," I drop the half-eaten slice in the box and stalk off.

Mostly I'm mad because he's right. Fuck, even my own best friend is handling this better than I am. Every waking moment I feel like a goddamn failure. My mood is sour when I slam the door to my room shut and I eye my phone for a moment. Before I know it I'm grabbing it and calling Dad back. I'd rather get my tongue cut off than go through with this but I can't shake Zack's words. I don't want to stress Mom out. I don't want her to think of me as a bad son.

"Finally," Dad mumbles as soon as he picks up. "I've been calling you non-stop for six days, Lucas."

"And I watched the phone ring every time," I drawl. "Oops."

"How much longer are you going to act this way?"

"You gonna let me take this year off?"

"No."

"There you fucking go."

I hear him sigh heavily. "How many times do I have to explain this to you? I'm doing—"

"What's best for me? Except you're fucking not, Dad. Why have you been calling?"

The line goes silent for a moment and I know Dad is stringing together what's left his patience. Well, that's on him. This is what happens when we try to talk to each other and he knows that. Boo fucking hoo.

"I get that school is the last place you want to be right now but that doesn't mean you can disrespect your teachers."

My brows come together. What in the fuck? Of all the things I was expecting, none were this. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You tell me. You humiliated a professor in class and undermined his authority. Just because the dean goes easy on you doesn't mean you can treat anyone however the fuck you want, Lucas. I raised you better than that."

I sit up slowly as my body locks up in disbelief. "Are you talking about my Astronomy prof?"

"I don't know which professor it was but I know what kind of shit you pulled. Do you have any idea how heartbroken your mother would be if she heard you were behaving this way?"

My fingers curl tightly into my sheets. There's only one way Dad could have possibly found out about this and I have a pretty good idea who opened their fucking mouth.

"I got to go," I grit out.

"Don't you dare hang up," He barks. "Give me your word, Lucas. You will never treat your professors like that again. That shit is unacceptable, you hear me? We're lucky your professor didn't complain because if he did your mom would be making this call and not me. Who do you prefer, huh?"

He has me there and he knows it. My chest expands with a deep breath of irritation. Leave it to good ole' Dad to use the blackmail card again. And he wonders why I don't fucking trust him anymore.

"Fine," I mutter.

"And you'll apologize to him. Don't think I won't make sure."

"Fine," I repeat through clenched teeth. "Are we done here?"

"We are," I can hear the exhaustion in his voice. "I'd rather be a hard-ass with you than see you throw your life away. Tell me you see that."

"I don't," I end the call abruptly and drop my phone.

The whole conversation my body was trembling from physically refraining myself from losing my shit. I don't have it in me to hold back anymore so I stalk out of my room, out of the dorm, ignore Zack's calls asking me what's going on, and head straight for the dorm across the hall. I try the knob first but it's locked so I bang on it loud and hard. I don't let up for even a moment, my knuckles rapping the door repeatedly until the door finally swings open. The roommate I saw a couple of times regards me with wide eyes.

"Hi," She squeaks. "Um, can I help you with something?"

I shoulder past her and walk inside the dorm, taking a look around. I head past the living room and to the two doors in the small and narrow hallway, opening them one at a time. The first room is vacant so I close it. The second room has just what I was looking for and I swing the door all the way open just as Olivia looks up from her laptop.

"What the hell?" She narrows her eyes. "Who invited you in?"

"You fucking snitched?" I demand.

Her eyes flicker with understanding before she squares her shoulders back. "I did. So?"

"Remind me again who the fuck you think you are?" I growl under my breath. I walk right up to her bed and snatch her laptop out of her lap, getting right in her face. "Stay out of my fucking business. We have nothing to do with each other."

She laughs incredulously and shoves me back, sitting up on her knees. "Aw, did the spoiled brat not get his way? Is he throwing a tempter tantrum?"

"Fuck you, Olivia. You had no fucking right!"

"You had no right to treat our professor that way! God, what is wrong with you?"

"What the fuck is it to you? You don't have shit to do with my life so stop trying to be part of it."

"Part of your life?" She repeats in disbelief. "How stupid do you think I am? I want nothing to do with you."

"Then fucking act like it. Stay out of my goddamn business."

"I was never in it, you self-centred jack-ass. Professor Warren is our professor and I couldn't stomach the way you treated him. So I dealt with it because no one else was willing to."

"Real heroic," I clap mockingly and Olivia's eyes come ablaze. "You feeling good about yourself? You feel self-righteous yet? Because that's all you care about — being right."

"That is such bullshit," She shoves my chest again. "You don't know anything about me anymore, Lucas."

"And whose fault is that? Who walked away?"

"You gave me the fucking map to leave you! You don't get to blame me."

"A little too late for that," I snap. "Four years too late. And what an amazing four years it's been without you. Stay away from me."

"Gladly," She snaps back. "You taught me how to do that long time ago."

"Clearly not as well as I thought I did."

"You think it was my choice to be here? Fuck you, Lucas. The world doesn't revolve around you and the sooner you realize that, the sooner you'll stop bitching about how everyone is out to get you. How important do you think you are?"

"And here I thought you might have moved past being narcissistic."

"It's a little something I like to call a taste of your own medicine."

"You can take my medicine and choke on it for all I care," I turn on my heel and hike out of her room. I'm barely able to get my breathing under control. I can't fucking stand her.

"Is everything okay?" Olivia's roommate shoots to her feet when she sees me.

I glare. "Fuck is it to you?"

"Don't you talk to her like that!" I hear from behind me. I turn around to find Olivia following me into the living room. "She was being perfectly nice!"

"Leave me the fuck alone already!" I shout back.

Her humourless laugh follows me as I leave her dorm. "Where have I heard that before?" She calls after me mockingly.

Jesus fucking Christ. I shut the door to my dorm behind me and sink to the floor, scrubbing a hand over my face. This. This is why I don't want anything to do with her. She's such a little miss fucking know-it-all, always sticking her nose where it doesn't belong.

"That went well," Zack observes. He's still on the couch where I left him. "This is the first time you two have talked in four years. I call that progress."

"I call that a pain in the fucking ass," I throw back. "We said everything we needed to say. I'm never fucking talking to her again."

"Of course you're not." He stands up and grabs his jacket, putting it on. "Try not to kill each other while I'm gone."

I glance at him briefly. As he passes by me I can smell how strong his cologne is and I hold back a snicker. "Getting some private tutoring from Professor Alvarez?"

"Fuck off," He mutters and kicks me out of the way so he can open the door. As soon it closes I shut my eyes, savouring the silence.

I'm so goddamn done with my life.

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A/N

They finally talked to each other! Well, shout is more like it LOL. Both these MC's are stubborn and strong-headed so you better believe they're going to clash heads often. It's so hard to believe things will ever be okay with them again so I'm excited to see how that happens!

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