“How bad is it?” Brando asked after Rosa left.

“Hurts,” I groaned and closed my eyes, leaning back slightly to help take the pressure from my ribs.

“Playing it up?” he teased.

I was too tired to lip him back and simply displayed my middle finger. He didn't care.

“You going to pussy it up here or do you want help to the dorm?”

“After the bell I'll make it back with a smaller audience, thank you.”

Brando understood this wasn't just ...