She woke up in Kyle’s bed. She was pretty positive he’d given her such an intense orgasm that she’d passed out. But she felt clean. He must have helped her out afterward.

The night they'd shared was fun, but also beautiful and amazing. And, they'd agreed to be exclusive with each other! She, wasn't sure if her alien brother loved her, or if she loved him. But she did really like him. And she didn't share. Neither, it seemed, did he.

Smiling, she blindly, felt for a person beside her and touched hard muscles. She squeezed. They felt like soft iron bumps. She opened one blurry eye.

Yes. Kyle had some rockin’ abs. Must be from all the swimming he’d done before... Or Alien Kyle made some improvements when he took his form.

“If you keep touching me, I’m going to insist that we go another round.”

She stilled her hand. “We have to go to school soon.”

“We can skip a class.”

“No! I can’t skip! My grades are too poor. Now, get up.”

He did not look like he planned on getting up. “I cleaned you up and brought you in here,” He mumbled. And she thought his tired self was absolutely adorable.

She grinned. “Thank you, Kyle.” Then she kissed his cheek and got up. “It’s Friday, so we’ll have the weekend to look for that cat. Try not to ruin my actual brother’s hard work. He also needs to keep his grade up.”

He rolled his eyes. “I think your world is a bit more important than—”

“Kyle!”

“Exactly.”

She sighed. “The world is more important… but in the long run, two days isn’t going to destroy the world.”

He groaned. “Fine. Let’s... go to school.”

***

Hanna was worried about her test in Mr. Cumming’s class, so she devoured her lunch with Kyle and his friends then booked it to the library. The last time she went there, she’d run into Chad and his harem, who had messed around. After that, she’d rarely returned.

She grabbed the book she needed off the shelf, found a comfy chair in the corner where no one could see her, and plopped down. Slowly, she read over the sections she had trouble with.

Mr. Cumming’s class was a standard Intro to Psychology class that most students were required to take. While the concepts were fairly easy to understand, sometimes she had trouble with them. Maybe it was the wording in the books, or maybe it just took her longer than others to figure some things out. Well, there was a reason she hadn’t applied for scholarships to colleges back when she just graduated high school in her original world, besides the fact that everyone had stopped believing that getting a degree meant getting paid well.

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That said, starting life well off really was the best cheat ever.

Just as she began to understand the section, she was having trouble with loud whispering voices interrupted her thought process.

“Brandon... I like you. Will you please go out with me?”

A vein bulged on Hanna’s forehead. What was it this time? And wasn’t the library an awful place to go give someone a confession?

An arrogant snort came from this ‘Brandon’ then she heard the familiar voice. “I’m not interested.”

“I thought you’d say that. That’s why I decided to show you just how much I like you.”

The bookshelf in front of her rocked. For one terrifying moment she thought it would fall on top of her, but it steadied. Then she heard fierce kissing noises.

Normally, Hanna would let it go. But this was Brandon Fluxx. And he seemed like he was being sexually assaulted. It also helped that she was pissed because she’d lost her train of thought.

She stood up, carrying her book with her, then she marched to the aisle where the two were making out. It seemed to her, from that half-smile on his face and the soft moan that escaped his lips that Brandon wasn’t that unhappy. A tall, muscular girl, with violet hair worn up in a short ponytail, had managed to kabadon Mr. Fluxx against the bookshelf and forcefully kiss him. She’d slid one hand down his pants and, from the movements of her arm, Hanna realized that the tall girl had managed to grab a dick.

But it didn’t matter what was going on. Whether it was an assault or not. This time, Hanna was going to put a stop to it!

She lightly smacked the girl on top of her head with the psychology book. “I recommend that you stop before I call campus security.”

Both the girl and Brandon turned to her, horror in their eyes.

Hanna crossed her arms and raised a brow.

The violet-haired girl she recognized as, Danni Dickenme, blushed but helped Brandon straighten up.

“We were just going.”

“No,” he said. “I have something to say to Ms. Ivy.”

Danni did not look happy. She crossed her arms under her ample breasts and shot Hanna a glare.

Shit. Was this another yandere? And she messed up and got between her and her object of affection?! She was so fucked.

Danni gave her the ‘I’m watching you’ fingers then, straightened her uniform, and strutted away.

Hanna turned to Brandon. With his uniform tie askew and his mussed platinum hair, he looked even more attractive than when she last saw him. Actually, if she weren’t already with Tov-Kyle she might be tempted to ask him out herself, even knowing what a shit personality he had. Which was highly unlike her. This guy must be toting some major pheromones.

“Are you going to tell me to mind my own business?” She asked.

“No. I was going to tell you that, even if you help me, I won’t thank you. So, stay the fuck away from me.”

She scoffed. “I may have helped you a little, but I was mostly upset. You two ruined my study session!”

He blinked. “You’re actually studying?”

She scowled. “I can’t rely on someone to take care of me. I have to do it myself. So, yes. I study. Now, anyway.”

“That’s good that you realized that.”

There was an awkward moment of silence, then Brandon continued. “Don’t tell others that you saw—”

“A girl force herself on you? No problem. I saw nothing. But you may want to take some self-defense classes.”

He glared. “I do... I was just... taught to never harm someone.”

“Not harming someone, and not letting yourself get taken advantage of, are two completely different things. Every single person, man, woman, or other, deserves bodily autonomy. And something like what just happened to you, shouldn’t have happened.”

Brandon’s face turned red. “Could you stop talking about it?”

The first bell rang, signifying the end to lunch and the beginning of the 10 minutes students had to get to class.

“Yeah. I’ll stop talking about it. Just be more aware.”