“What’s up with the coat, Romeo?” Kamiko joked. “Were you on set for the filming of The Matrix Rebloated?”

Romeo smiled at her. “Hilarious, darling. I love you too. But I promise you it’s the bulky coat. Underneath, I’m as svelte and sexy as ever.”

“You should totally get a mirrored monocle to complete the look,” I said.

Romeo ran his splayed fingers sensually down his chest and flicked his tongue at Kamiko.

“Ew! Frog tongue!” she squeaked.

Five brawny guys turned the corner of Paiute Hall and emerged from the shadows while Romeo continued to flick his tongue scandalously. Three of the guys wore T-shirts that said ‘SDU Rugby’.

One guy said, “Dude, did you see the way that guy turned bitch when I threw my beer in his face and told him to shut the fuck up?”

“Totally!” his buddy replied. “He was ready to piss his pants!”

“Fucking pussy!” another chimed in.

The five of them laughed uproariously.

Great. Here came Team Testosterone.

As the group passed us, one of the guys, who had a crew cut, took one look at Romeo and coughed out the word, “Faggot!” while covering his mouth.

Romeo batted his eyelashes at Crew Cut and said, “Mmm, aren’t you mantastic.”

Another guy in the group said to Crew Cut, “I think that guy has the hots for you.”

Crew Cut scowled at his friend then flipped Romeo off.

Romeo responded by flicking his tongue suggestively at Crew Cut.

“Don’t, Romeo,” Kamiko hissed.

Crew Cut came to a stop in front of Romeo and said, “You want a piece of me, fag?”

“Depends on which piece,” Romeo smiled, hands on hips. “Do I get to choose?”

The four other guys came to a stop beside Crew Cut. The five of them surrounded Romeo.

“Mmm. Gang bang. I like,” Romeo smiled confidently. “Who goes first? Or do you guys want to take me all at once? I’ve got enough orifices and hands to go around.”

“Stop, Romeo!” Kamiko pleaded while pulling on Romeo’s coat.

“Who are you?” Crew Cut asked, “His fag hag?”

“Are you blind?” Romeo asked, offended. “She’s no hag.”

The guy with a lumberjack beard standing on the right said, “Fag’s right. This asian chick is pretty hot. You guys can have the fag while I chat up his friend.”

“Easy boys,” Christos said, stepping forward.

Crew Cut glared at Christos. “Who the fuck are you? This guy’s fag boyfriend?”

“Yeah,” Christos said. “You gotta problem with my boyfriend, you gotta problem with me.”

Romeo clearly liked the sound of that. He smiled up at Christos.

The rugby guys started sizing up Christos.

Oh no. What was Christos doing? I mean, I didn’t want Romeo to get hurt, and Christos was awesome for standing up for Romeo and Kamiko like this, but if Christos was already going to court for fighting, surely more fighting was not a good idea? I had to put a stop to this.

I stepped toward the mass of men, putting myself between Christos and the rugby guys. The unmistakable aroma of alcohol and asshole immediately assaulted my nostrils. I held up my phone and snapped a photo. “Now that I’ve got a picture of you guys, I’m calling campus security. I’ve got them on speed dial. You guys should leave before they get here.” My phone was already dialing.

Crew Cut snatched my phone out of my hand and hurled it into the darkness like a champion discus thrower. I was truly astonished at how far it flew. I mean, it sailed over the dining hall next to the dorms like it had wings and literally disappeared into the night sky. I didn’t even hear it land, it went so far.

“Fuck your phone,” Crew Cut said.

I backed up a step and glanced at Christos from the corner of my eye.

“Bad idea, buddy,” Christos said to Crew Cut. “Now you owe her a phone.”

“It’s okay,” I said nervously. “I don’t mind. I needed a new one anyway. We should go.” I tugged on Christos’ arm.

Romeo and Kamiko were cringing together, slowly stepping backward.

“Where you going, babe?” Lumberjack asked Kamiko. “I was just getting to know you.”

“No, this is bullshit,” Christos said, his eyes locked on Crew Cut. “This guy owes you a new phone.”

“It’s okay,” I insisted. “My contract is up and I’m sure I can get a new one for free.” I didn’t mention I needed the old phone if I wanted to exchange it for a new one. Oh well, it didn’t matter. Getting us out of here unharmed was more important. I’d buy a prepaid phone if I had to. “Let’s go, Christos.”

Another rugby guy took a step toward Christos and said, “Better do what this silly little bitch tells you, if you know what’s good for you.”

CHRISTOS

Five on one was never good odds, even for me. Especially not when Samantha, Kamiko, and Romeo were likely to get sucked into things. Most men never hit women, but that didn’t help Romeo any. I was pretty sure he’d need protecting. And if Samantha or Kamiko tried to help out and protect me, they’d probably get punched up in the process.

If I was by myself, I would’ve bolted. I didn’t need more court trouble than I already had. And I doubted any of these pricks could catch me in a foot race, rugby or no rugby. I didn’t give a shit if they called me a pussy for running away. But if I ran, there was no way Samantha, Kamiko, and Romeo would be able to keep up.

What to do?

Samantha was right. Her phone didn’t matter. Best to just walk away.

I took a step back and put my arm around Samantha. “All right, let’s go, you guys.”

I felt Samantha breathe a sigh of relief.

The four of us turned around and started walking toward the front doors of Paiute Hall.

I quietly said, “Kamiko, get your card key ready so we can walk right into the building.”

“Okay,” she said. The card key was already in her hand, attached to her key ring.

Something slammed into my back and I went careening forward. Samantha stumbled, almost tripping, but caught herself.

“Get the fuck back here, bitch!” Crew Cut shouted. “We’re not finished!”

The four of us turned to face him. Crew Cut stood proudly, cracking the knuckles of his fists, his four buddies right behind him.

“Open those doors, Kamiko,” I hissed. “Get inside right now.”

“Stop it!” Samantha shouted at Crew Cut.

“Too late for that, bitch.”

Kamiko had one of the doors open. “Come on, Romeo!”

Romeo was overwhelmed by what was happening. Kamiko reached out and pulled Romeo into the building.

“Get inside,” I said to Samantha.

“Not without you!” she pleaded.

“Now!” I backed toward the door.

Samantha stepped inside. “Come on, Christos!”

Crew Cut was advancing toward me.

Samantha reached out for my arm.

I pushed the door to Paiute Hall shut, forcing her inside. “Don’t open that door,” I growled.

Crew Cut rushed at me. I ducked and pivoted under his right arm and launched a looping left into his liver. He folded like a sack of potatoes and banged his shoulder against the doors of Paiute Hall with a rattle.

Four guys came at me like charging rhinos. I danced to the side and slammed my fist into one guy’s left temple. Lights out. He was on the ground.

But Crew Cut was getting up, and the three other guys pounded me with a hailstorm of fists. One caught me in the chest, another in the jaw, another in my left eye. My own fists were flying and I whipped an elbow into the bearded guy’s nose. Blood gushed from his face. The other two guys tried to wrestle me down but I snaked out of their hands and ran like hell for my bike in the parking lot.

I heard heavy footsteps pounding behind me, but there was no way they were keeping up. I had my bike key out when I made it to my Ducati and hopped on. I started the bike and heeled the kickstand up while revving the throttle. I had the bike turned around as the guys rounded into the parking lot and I was off like a rocket.