After breakfast they started back to the apartment. Izzy pointed important buildings and landmarks on the way.
“That’s Crescent Hall. It’s not technically named that, but everyone calls it that anyway. Best place to get or give tutoring. That over there’s Bailey Field. Basically stoner central, so I’d stay away if I were you.”
“Yeah. Life’s hard enough when you’re tiny, but it’s a lot harder if the people around you aren’t sober.”
“I be- hey!” Someone knocked into Izzy’s shoulder. Jack managed to grab the earring in time and steady himself. “Watch it, asshole!”
“Sorry, sorry... oh, hey, Izzy! How’s it going?”
Jack looked at the man. He was either an older student or a very young professor, though no professor would have been caught dead wearing stained sweatpants and a snapback. He had light brown hair that was cut short, but whoever had done it had left it uneven. When he grinned, Jack could see a chipped front tooth.
“Fuck off, Dave.”
He laughed. “Well that’s not very nice, is it?”
“I guess you just bring that out in me. Can you go now?”
Izzy moved to keep walking, but Dave got in front of her.
“Hey, baby, I only want to catch up. I just-”
Izzy’s foot swing up and hit him between his legs. Dave fell to the ground, clutching his crotch.
“You bitch! You fucking cunt! I’ll kill you! I-”
Izzy got out her phone and started recording Dave’s threats, which got more and more violent. A crowd started to gather.
“-and your whole fucking family! Huh? Are you recording this?”
“Yep.” Izzy tapped the screen. “And I just sent it to the Dean. If you feel like damage control, now would be the time. Otherwise I’d just start packing.”
Dave looked terrified, but didn’t say anything. After a moment he ran off, leaving Izzy and Jack behind. Sensing that the drama was over, the crowd started to disperse. Izzy exhaled.
“You ok?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m ok. What was that?”
“That would be my ex-boyfriend. We dated for a few weeks my freshman year, his sophomore, but I figured out pretty quick he was a creep. He’s been stalking me ever since.”
“Yikes.”
“Yeah. But now I’ve got evidence, so they’ll have to listen to me.”
They returned home to find Brooklyn painting. She was wearing baggy clothes which seemed to be more paint than fabric. She had rock music blaring, and seemed oblivious to their entrance. Izzy walked over and turned the music off.
“Excuse me? Why- uh oh. What happened?”
Jack and Izzy filled her in.
“Hey, at least you have proof. He can’t exactly accuse you of lying.”
There was a knock at the door.
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