Emer sashays through the door wearing a sheer dress over her hot pink underwear and looks over at me with a sneer. “This is theSentinathat ruined your night?” She asks and then scoffs, wrinkling her nose. “I highly doubt that. Her blood is weak, just like a human. She showed up yesterday, bypassing battle week. Are you sure it’s her?” Red heeled barbie stalks over to call the elevator, and I realize I will have to ride down with them or take the damn stairs. Hmm, such a hard decision right there. I’d rather poke my eyes out with rusty spoons dipped in acid than be trapped in a box with them.
“Of course it’s her, Ornias’ tits. She’s still wearing the same clothes from last night.” She motions at my outfit, and I roll my eyes. Emer takes in my clothes and makes the connection when she wrinkles her nose as if I smell. I smell like peaches, bitch!
“What are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be in the field waiting to be enrolled as a student? No one is even in that room, so there’s no point in knocking,” she hisses. Well, I guess that explains if they saw me come out of the penthouse. “Besides, we’re going to appeal to the dean and make this whole floor ours,” she snaps and moves into the elevator. I swear, with all of the monologuing she does, she would be a great villain. As the doors close, I hear the red heel barbie snarl, “Be gone slut”. They didn’t even offer me a ride, not like I would have taken it when there’s a rusty acid spoon to play with, but damn. There is no way that Emer is an elf—more like the spawn of Satan. I think I just found my own personal group of mean girls. At least now I can answer what kind of neighbors I had.
Harpies from Hell. Wait.
Are there really harpies? Is that a thing? Either way, that’s now her new name. Fucking Queen Harpy.
Chapter Eleven
I’ll take a Rez Sandwich now!
Rez
Making my way through the dorms is slow going since it’s filled with friends reuniting and just the typical assholes not wanting to move out of the way for me. I don’t need to be making enemies, so I politely ask and wait for them to sidestep out of the way.
Turning into the cafeteria, I stumble at the transformation. The room is filled with a mixture of long buffet tables, and cloth lined circular tables filled with students eating. I slow down my pace as to not attract more attention, but I already feel eyes on me.
I stop and look around to find out who’s drilling holes into my head, and low and behold, it's the Queen of the Harpies. I notice the red heeled barbie—I really need to learn her name—sitting with Emer, surrounded by what must be their subjects.
My eyes focus on the couple sitting at their table that is going at it. The green haired girl sitting in the guy's lap is dry humping the shit out of him, mouth open in a silent O, while he’s nibbling along her neck. Emer says something, flipping her pink hair and everyone at their table turns, looks my way, and starts to laugh. Even the man with the shaved head that was nibbling from the girl’s neck pulls away at least to take a look, blood dribbling down his chin.Okay, that’s a vampire, then. I look back at Emer and see a smirk on her face. Clenching my jaw, I’m determined not to show that I’m affected, and march the rest of the way to the Admin building.
Taking a deep breath, I try to compose myself after speed-walking the rest of the way to the correct place and the humiliation from the harpies. Knowing this is as good as I’m going to get, I walk into another office without knocking.
I know it’s a bad habit. I don’t see myself changing anytime soon. They are the ones who pulled me here, so if they wanted me to have manners, they should have asked if I wanted to be here.
Unlike the offices I graced yesterday, this one seems lighter and more open, but the windows lining the back might have something to do with that. A buffet table in the back left corner is emitting some delicious smells that have my mouth watering. The walls are covered in dark gray bookcases except for the mounted TV on the right wall. In the middle of the room is an oval table with six black leather chairs and standing in front of them is the man I’m here to see.
Leaning on the table in another immaculate dark blue pinstripe suit with the top two buttons undone, showing a sliver of tan skin, is Levi. His eyes give me a look to say, ‘finally, you decide to show up'.
“Sorry I’m late, but I don’t have my cell phone, and you guys don’t have clocks around this place. You should invest in maps and a bell tower. How else is a lady expected to be on time?” I smirk as I walk further into the room. That brings a smile to Levi’s face, and before he can respond, a voice filters in from behind the door I came through.
“Well, at least we know she can apologize. Now I’m just waiting on mine.”
I spin around, recognizing that sultry voice, and see the walking STD from last night leaning up against the bookcase behind the door. He kicks the door shut and resumes his stance, trying to look nonplused, but I notice the twinkle in his green eyes. I swear they were blue and green last night.
Crossing my arms, I turn on the intruder. “What are you doing here?” I ask, narrowing my eyes. “Shouldn’t you be getting disinfected?” I smirk and arch an eyebrow, deliberately looking at his crotch. Catching my unimpressed tone, the douche canoe narrows his eyes and pushes off the bookcase to walk towards me like the predator I know he is. Levi clears his throat, grabbing my attention, but I don’t miss the tossed look towards the douche canoe.
Motioning to the back of the room, Levi speaks, “Why don’t you go ahead and get some food before it gets cold, and then we can get started. You must be starving,” he says with a tense smile while pulling on his cufflinks. Hearing the magic words, my stomach growls, so I walk back to the buffet table. No one in their right mind can function when hangry.
I glance back to see if the men are joining me, only to see that the Prick has joined Levi at the end of the table. Their hand movements and hushed, urgent tones are dead giveaways that their conversation isn’t a good one.
Intrigued, I take the opportunity to study the guys without being in their orbital pull. There’s something about them that seems to unravel me when they are close.
Taking in Levi’s appearance, I can’t help but appreciate a man in a suit. It clings to his broad shoulders, hugging his muscular physique, and tapers at his waist. He wears suits like a second skin. I’m sure he works hard in the gym for that physique, too, just like a Type A personality trait. Looking at him now, his hazel eyes are a dull brown as he continues to listen in annoyance to the STD. Levi’s still sporting that small cut on his cheek and I wonder how he got it. It doesn’t take away from his good looks, if anything it makes him so much more attractive. He seems so closed off to the world and just has his mind on the next goal. He’s all hard edges and down to business, all the way to how his hair is cut and styled. Taking the time to explain my fucked up situation proves how meticulous he is. The fact that he held my hand, hell, even held me while I cried proves he has a heart. There’s a lot of guys that would have just pushed me aside or acted like I needed to get over it. Just thinking of how he wrapped his strong arms around me and played with my hair makes me melt. I’m all gooey like a warm chocolate chip cookie. It’s been so long since someone has held me like that.
My eyes wander over to the STD, still pleading his case against a stoic Levi. He looks like the complete opposite of my put together Tootsie Pop. You know the commercial that says how many licks does it take to get to the center? I’m patient enough to spend as much time licking to find out,and since when did I start thinking of Levi as mine?Shaking my head, I dismiss the thought. While Levi seems reserved, this man seems like a wild card.
In the light of day, the walking STD looks a little different. He’s the same height as Levi, 6’3, but that’s me guessing, and you know how I am with numbers. He still has those piercing green eyes framed by dark lashes that mesmerized me last night, but now they are pulled down in anger. His dark brown hair is slicked back on top and shaved down to the scalp on the sides. There’s a predatory presence about him, and his permanent smirk just shouts he’s ready for trouble. Looking at him, though, I’m sure he causes most of that trouble. I think I just met a fuck-boy. My favorite type of man to bring down a few pegs, but that’s only my personal opinion, and basing this off of my short interaction with him. I might be wrong… Doubt it, though.
The most significant changes with him are his tattoos and the fact he’s wearing clothes. He has tattoos from his jaw disappearing into his light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing tattoos I didn’t notice last night. Hmm, I wonder how much ink covers him. Dark wash jeans hang low on his hips, along with a pair of boots. Both men were downright delectable, I’m not going to lie. I guess it just depends on what you like. The boy next door or the bad boy your mother warned you about? Licking my lips, I wonder how different they will be in bed.Oh! A Rez sandwich!Does Levi like vanilla sex, or is he a kinkier type under that suit? Just thinking about Levi tying my arms above my head while fuck-boy is on his knees, begging for a taste, suddenly makes me wet.
Woah, what the hell? Where did that come from?As if my lust summons them or I wave a red flag, their heated gazes suddenly swing my way. Levi pulls at his cufflinks as his eyes glow, and fuck-boy closes his eyes to take in a deep breath. When he opens them, they’re glowing an electric blue.
The first rule in scoping out hot guys in the vicinity: Don’t get caught! If that rule can’t be helped, then own that shit.
I think I’m pulling off my casual assessment of them until the prick smirks at me and winks. Scowling at him, my stomach saves me from further embarrassment and reminds me of what I was supposed to be doing. Returning to my task, I turn to the spread of meats, pastries, and fruits before me and pile my plate full of deliciousness.
