Cooper Johansson's POV: Meeting Farah

Coop the Poop

Another year, another obnoxious fucking first day surrounded by idiot freshmen. Even when I was a freshman, I was sick of their shit. It wasn’t the new place or experiences that made the fuckers annoying. Some of these people went to high school with me. They knew Ellsberg like I did but still wanted to feel as if every moment was special because they were starring in it. Now, I had to watch it all over again.

The upside to freshmen was the arrival of new girls to bang. Sitting in Spanish class, I saw a few I’d already hit, a few I wanted to nail, and a few I would avoid if I wasn’t too wasted to know better. Hell, the blonde with the ocean blue eyes had stalker written all over her. Yeah, I needed to watch the booze when that nutter was around.

An exotic beauty sat in the front row. Indian maybe. At least, her family was likely from that region originally. Now, she was sitting up front like all nerds. The effort to get into her panties wouldn’t be worth the payoff. Girls like her wanted romance, promises, forever. I’d have to meet her damn parents just to get to second base. No way would she put out before my one week rule either. I wasn’t interested in any great challenges regarding getting laid. Easy worked just fine for me.

The girl at the door wouldn’t be easy. The startled look on her face when she realized the class was packed told me she wasn’t a fun girl. I doubted anyone anywhere ever called her the life of the party. She looked a step up from shy, but ten steps down from frigid. No way would I get into her pants within a week. Might even have to talk about feelings and shit.

Proving my first opinion of her, the brunette sat up front like a dork. She was hot though and I wondered if it was worth sweet-talking my way into her panties? Probably not.

The instructor walked in and introduced himself as Manuel. All of the instructors were supposed to use their first names. They didn’t get to call themselves professors either. Some douche pissed off Mom years ago so changes were made to keep the faculty from being pompous assholes. Now, it was Manuel, instead of Professor Rodriguez.

As class droned on, the guy two seats down from me kept turning around and glaring at the wall. I was pretty close to smacking him when I first saw the frigid chick glance back at me. Casual like she was looking for something in her bag, she sized me up. She was hotter than I thought.

Whenever she glanced back in her super secret, subtle way, I pretended not to notice, but I liked watching her bend forward. She hid her tits behind a baggy shirt, but they were a good handful. As I thought about what they might feel like in my hands, she whispered her damn answer for Manuel. My dick twitched in my jeans, and I knew I was going to fuck her. I just prayed it wouldn’t involve too many lies or marathon talking sessions.

After class, I was still thinking about her when I met up with Aaron for a sandwich. Two doors down from our tattoo place, he sat in a corner booth, working on his sketches. The guy was always drawing shit, but it was why he was so good. Even old grizzled bikers came up and asked about my tats. Aaron was an artist, but he never let himself get soft. Twice over the years, he’d punched me hard in the face, and both times I felt it.

Aaron glanced up and grinned. Whatever he saw on my face made him rolled his blue eyes.

“Who’s your next victim?”

Smiling, I ignored his comment until I ordered my sandwich. Once I was sitting across from him, I shrugged.

“Two on the radar. A super hot blonde who was talking up Skye today. Gotta feeling she’s a player, and I’ll need to hit that before every guy in school stinks her up. The other is going to be a pain in the ass, but she’ll probably be more appreciative of my hot moves.”

“You’re a charmer, man. No one can take that from you.”

Rolling my eyes, I devoured half of my sandwich and wondered about the hot blonde. Finally, I returned to Aaron who was ignoring me.

“You know your problem?” I told him.

“I pussy out by using napkins?” Aaron muttered, glancing at where I wiped away a smudge of mayo.

“You let one bitch tear out your heart, and she wasn’t even that hot. Now, you got this idea that every bitch will shit on you. Look around, though. Plenty of girls will do you nice.”

“I’m satisfied with the amount of nice I get. Thanks.”

“You fuck them, but you’re a softie. You want love and crap. You want another chick to steal your heart and make you fucking stupid. I don’t support that really, but I know it’s what you want. Why not give it another shot with a bitch that ain’t a bitch?”

Aaron shrugged. “After the bitch did her bitch move, I realized I’m young enough to blow off a few years…fuck a decade without it mattering. I’m not looking for more.”

“That's a mistake. A guy like you with all your artsy shit needs a girl to write poems about.”

Aaron gave me a lazy grin then flipped me off. “I’ll give another girl a chance to shit on my heart when you do the same.”

“Dude, I’m not planning to have feelings until I’m forty.”

“Never know. Maybe that cute blonde will seduce you with her many talents, and you’ll become her bitch by the end of the week.”

“What kind of talents?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows.

“You would marry a woman based on her blowjobs.”

“Fuck you. I want a woman who won’t screw up our kids. You know how damn stupid my kids will likely be. I need someone who won’t make it worse. Blondie might suck great cock, but she’s got lazy mom written all over her.”

“So you do notice those things,” Aaron teased.

“I notice everything, man. I’m perfect, remember?”

Aaron proceeded to draw a very realistic sketch of me eating shit. So impressive, I planned to give it to Bailey as a Christmas gift.

After Aaron returned to work, I headed home for an hour with the weights, a half hour swimming with Sawyer, followed by a quick bite with the family. I planned to eat out before hitting a party where blonde hottie would be looking to score. I was looking to score too, meaning everyone would be happy.

Denny’s was quiet in the evenings, and I wanted to get a week’s worth of school shit done before spending the next few days relaxing like I was still on summer break. Without waiting to be seated, I found a spot in the corner for the laptop.

My mind wasn’t on the required reading I had downloaded onto the laptop. My mind and cock were both imagining the blondie with her cute ass and coy smile.

Standing at the table, the waitress was like background static. Denny’s was definitely not a place to flirt with chicks. The uniforms were horrid and hid any assets the poor bitches had to offer. Finally, I looked up mostly out of pity.

It took a special kind of woman to look so sexy in such an ugly outfit with her hair messy and her makeup missing. Her lips were pursed in irritation, but her eyes were tired. With her all worn down, she seemed a hell of a lot less frigid. I checked out the temporary name tag on her baggy black shirt.

Farah.

“Spanish class,” I said, nearly in shock that my number two booty target stood before me.

“Yes.”

“Freshman.”

“Yep,” she muttered, looking nervous or bored. “Do you know what you’d like?”

“Yeah,” I said, studying her every feature and wondering how she managed to look hotter than I remembered. “The Slamburger with seasoned fries. I’ll want dessert so don’t bring the check yet.”

“How do you want your egg?”

“Medium,” I said, noticing some bitch eyeballing Farah. I gestured behind her. “That girl is hating on you.”

Farah turned towards the bitch who literally sneered. “That’s my table.”

“You were on break, and he wanted to sit here.”

“Fine, well, I’m back,” Bitch Piper said, grabbing Farah’s pad.

My target stepped back, looking clueless at what to do. When the bitch asked about my order, I shut down the whole switcheroo shit.

“Nope. I’m keeping this one,” I said, pointing at Farah. “We have Spanish together. Don’t we, baby?”

“Yes, but…”

“No, but,” I said, thinking she was a dipshit. “If you want, I can talk to the manager and see if he gives a shit what this one here thinks?”

The chicks stared at me for a minute, likely wetting their panties a little. Finally, the bitch handed Farah the pad and stormed away.

“I’ll put this in for you,” she said as if nothing just happened.

“I don’t get a thank you?”

Farah forced a smile that only worked because of those beautiful lips of hers. “Thank you.”

“Ah, that’s right. You don’t know how well I tip hot girls from my Spanish class. Once you do, your thank you will sound more sincere.”

"Sorry.”

Hearing her tone and seeing the panic in her eyes, I couldn’t help grinning. “You look like you’re gonna cry.”

“You’re being scary. I assumed you wanted me to cry.”

Smile widening, I leaned back in the booth. “Please, don’t go crying on my account.”

“Let me put this in for you.”

Watching Farah walk away, I imagined what her ass looked like out of those lame shapeless pants. When I saw her walk out of class earlier wearing jeans, I was distracted and never got a good look at what she was packing.

Even with the laptop on and waiting to be used, I couldn’t take my eyes off Farah as she wiped down tables. I knew she knew I was watching her and I loved how flustered she was by this fact.

When she returned with my food, I decided to end the suspense for the beauty and just let her know I was interested.

“I have a cousin named Farah,” I said. When she gave me a cranky smile, I added, “She’s a bitch.”

Farah’s smile turned odd. Like she was terrified and trying to hide it. Or maybe she was pissed. Either way, her smile looked all sorts of weird.

“I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes,” she said, backing away.

“Don’t you want to know my name?” I asked, never taking my eyes off her.

“Sure. What’s your name?”

“You don’t sound genuinely interested.”

“I’m not begging if that’s what you’re waiting for.”

Fuck. I loved the way she said those words. Farah’s professional waitress bullshit wavered a little, and I saw the irritated chick underneath. It was quite a sight.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you beg,” I said, and she frowned. “Cooper.”

“Anyone ever call you Coop the Poop or Poopy Coopy?” she asked, teasing me in a way chicks never normally dared.

“No,” I muttered, wondering if she had a guy.

“Not to your face anyway.”

Seeing something amazing flicker in her eyes as she messed with me, I suddenly wasn’t interested in the cute blonde. “No, not to my face.”

“I guess there are benefits to being scary.”

Right then, right there, I knew I was making this girl worship me. I also knew when Farah finally lowered her uppity guard that she would come apart in the most perfect way. I needed to see past those walls and figure her out.

Most of all, I wanted her to give me that teasing grin again. Not once or twice, but a lot. I’d never had a girlfriend in the real sense, but Farah might stick around longer than the others. Maybe she would keep me entertained like other girls never did.

For the next hour or so, I made chitchat with Farah. Each question raised another wall, pushing me farther away. Her reluctance to give in right away pissed me off, so I pushed too hard. I asked questions I knew she didn’t want to answer. I pushed buttons she wanted untouched. I was a dick, and she looked at me like I scared the shit out of her.

Yet, Farah teased me with her pork talk before suddenly shutting things down when I asked to see her over the weekend. Girls only shut things down like that with me when they had a man or knew a man they wanted to have. The way she blew me off sent my temper flaring. Fuck her for teasing me when we both knew she wanted what I was offering. Hell, if she did have a guy, she might as well speak up. What was her fucking problem anyway?

I was ready to find me the cute blonde and forget all about Frigid Farah. I had it all planned out in my head how I didn’t give a single shit about this fucking girl with her big brown eyes staring up at me like I was an asshole. Seeing her lips pursed in thought, I figured she would use them to suck off another guy who had the patience for her hot and cold shit.

Then, Farah wiped whip cream from my chin, and I knew. No matter how frigid she was, there was no walking away. I wanted to know this girl and make her know me.

“Sorry if I seemed cranky earlier,” she said, suddenly running hot again. “Moving here has been stressful, but maybe when things settle, you might still want to show me around.”

Entranced by that stunning tired face, I ran my thumb across her full bottom lip. Immediately self-conscious, she wiped her mouth quickly.

“Did I have something on my face?”

“No,” I said, deciding if she wanted to play hot and cold that I could too. “I might sit next to you in class next week. If I do, try not to be a bitch about it.”

Those big brown eyes lost their warmth, and I watched her shut down right before me. It was like Bambi after he lost his mommy. Seeing her brokenhearted in a way I didn’t know how to cope with, I just grinned and hoped she smiled too.

“I’m teasing you. Don’t be so serious. Life is short and all that.”

“Why next week and not tomorrow?” she asked, giving away her interest in me again.

“I’m done with school for the week. I never attend Friday classes either.”

“Good for you.”

Unable to help myself, I reached out and rubbed her bottom lip again. I held her gaze and hoped she was imagining all of the fun we would have with those lips. Farah stared into my eyes like she hoped to hypnotize me. Fuck if it didn’t work too.

After leaving a twenty dollar tip, I walked out to my Harley and never once considered hitting the mixer. The cute blonde was off my radar. Every girl other than Farah wasn’t my concern. I wanted this one beauty, and I always got what I wanted.