Sharon’s note: I do not find being an aggressive jerk attractive. In paranormal romance, I am the minority. It’s fun to have a character react the way I wish they all would. Perks of being an author. Warning: Main character is having none of this crap.
I loved my room. I had a feeling that a lot of crap was coming my way, but not having someone yelling at me at 11 pm to stop reading on my phone because the light was bothering them might make it worth it.
The door jumped under several heavy knocks, and so did I. Who the hell was coming around this late? If it was a dorm mother telling me it was time to go to bed, I was burning the school down.
It was a very drunk Rand, hanging off the door frame and grinning stupidly. I rolled my eyes and tried to close the door, but he put his hand in the way. “Hey. You weren’t at the party.”
“No. I wasn’t. I told you I wasn’t going.” I nodded pointedly at his hand. “You can move that hand before or after I slam the door. It’s up to you.”
“Oh, don’t be like-”
I pushed the door close as hard as I could, and it cracked into his fingers. Rand howled, but instead of pulling his hand back like I expected, he stumbled forward, and I had to dive out of the way. He ended up curled on his side, crying.
“Get out or I’m calling the police.” I really didn’t want to. Dealing with the police was not how I wanted to spend my night.
He pushed himself up with his good hand and sniffed. “Why would you do that?”
I crossed my arms. “I didn’t do anything. You stuck your hand in the door while I was trying to close it. Get. Out.”
He swayed and fell back flat on his back. “How can you be this pretty and this big of a bitch.”
I raised an eyebrow. While I’d often been accused of being a bitch, I’d rarely been called a pretty one. “And you’re awfully drunk to have walked any distance.”
“Yeah, I don’t know how I did it, but I can’t walk any further.” He blew out a long raspberry then dissolved into laughter. “Guess I’ll just have to sleep here.”
“That’s not happening.” I pointed at the door. “Get out, or I’m going to drag you out into the hall and leave you there.”
He raised his head up and fought to focus on me. “Why don’t you like me? Everyone likes me.”
“Not everyone.” With a sigh I resigned myself to physical labor. I grabbed him by the feet and started pulling. He was heavier than he looked, but I wasn’t weak. One big heave, and I got him moving.
“Noooooooo,” he moaned. “I wanna sleep in here with you.”
As soon as he was completely clear of my door, I dropped him, and he whimpered before letting out a snore the same decibels as a chainsaw. I shook my head and returned to my room. While I didn’t think this was over, at least he was out of my hair for the night. I went back to my book to forget my troubles for another hour or so before going to sleep.