17. Viviana #2
I shrug. “I’m not upset about it. I didn’t warn you about me either. So I guess we’re even. Especially since I wake up stabbing, which is a lot worse than a little choking.”
Nox snorts. “You’ve never tried to stab me though,” he disagrees, but his eyes have lightened and the harsh lines of his face have softened.
I drink the last of my coffee and look at the time. “I’ve really got to get to class.”
Nox sighs, but stands from the table anyway, and pauses at the trashcan with me as I throw my cup away. “I’m going to savor mine for as long as I can,” he says, taking a sip from his coffee.
Shaking my head at him, I wonder why he just hasn’t invested in an espresso machine to make it himself at home.
Nox holds the door open for me and grabs my hand again.
I figured he would just leave but he starts walking me toward my class.
A flutter goes through my stomach at that, which I ignore because I’m a badass and I don’t get butterflies.
Maybe I do a little, but only when it has to do with my guys. Outside the door he leans in and presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “I’ll see you when you get home.”
I bite my lip to keep from pulling him back in for another kiss, taking a moment to watch him walk away and sighing when he turns a corner.
Nox and Sloane just have the best asses.
I never considered that a guy could have a nice ass, but those two just have the most perfect bubble butts.
My feet have to be forced to take me into the classroom instead of following after him, and I’m halfway across the room when someone calls my name.
The redhead from breakfast yesterday is in this class.
“You can sit with me. I don’t have a partner yet. ”
A smile somehow appears on my face and I do just that. I set my stuff down on the empty side of the table and take my seat. Now that I’m actually paying attention I see a huge problem with this class. Carol is sitting a few tables away with a scowl pointed in my direction.
I smirk at her and look pointedly down at her hand that I had broken last year.
If she really wants to play games with me we can play.
I’m sure most of what Enzo taught me could put anything Jigsaw could come up with to shame.
I haven’t actually seen all those movies yet and I’m surprised that Enzo didn’t make me watch them as ‘training’ since the gore scenes are so realistic.
“So was that another boyfriend?” Red asks, leaning toward me conspiratorially.
I frown because they’re not my boyfriends. Nobody has made any steps to label what is going on between us still, but I don’t think she would understand that. “Yeah. That’s Nox. He graduated last year.”
She sighs wistfully. “I wish I had a whole team of boyfriends. Do they feed you grapes and fan you like in those movies with the creepy old guys and their hundreds of wives.” She eyes me pensively. “Except you’re hot as hell and I don’t think there are a hundred of them.”
A surprised laugh leaves me. “God, no. There’s definitely not a hundred of them.”
She giggles. “I didn’t think so. You seem to be walking just fine, so I figured there weren’t that many.” It takes me a moment to realize what she means and I can feel my whole face flush. “You are just the cutest thing when you blush!” she gushes.
My hands slap over my cheeks. “I do not blush.”
Her grin widens. “Okay, okay. Whatever you say.”
I can’t keep the amused smile off my face as the professor steps up to address the class.
Red and I go quiet as we listen carefully to what he’s saying about the syllabus.
Then he passes out a handout on lab safety and emergency plans.
There’s going to be a test on it Thursday that we have to get at least a B on to participate in the labs.
Red and I don’t start up another conversation as we focus on our papers, and when the class ends she says bye to me and hurries out of the room.
I don’t blame her, because my next class starts pretty close to the end time of this one too.
I head off in the direction of the history department, passing Carol as I go.
“Whore,” she fake coughs.
Is this middle school? I didn’t even attend physical school and even I know a move like that is too juvenile for college students.
I force my eyes to soften and my brows to lower ever so slightly. “Great to see you’re out and about, Chlamydia. If I had a name like that I don’t think I would have your courage.”
A few laughs sound out around us and her face reddens. “It’s Carol!” she shouts.
My pitying expression doesn’t leave my face as I give her a gentle nod. “Yes, it’s very smart to use another name. People would just never take you serious otherwise.”
Before she has a chance to respond, I’m already walking away. I pull my phone out and shoot a text to Nox.
Viv
If you change Carol’s name to Chlamydia on all of her school transcripts I will love you even more than I already do.
There’s a long pause, and I’m already at the door of my next class when my phone vibrates with a new message. I read it as I walk through the door.
Nox
Consider it done. We’re going to talk about that message in person though.
I frown, reading over my message, and don’t understand why we need to talk about it.
Those concerns flee from my body though the moment that I look up and meet the eyes of my guest lecturer for History of Ancient Warfare.
A set of very familiar eyes stare back at me.
My own eye begins to twitch as I glare at the ‘professor.’ I’m going to need a damn good explanation after class, and the excuse will determine whether or not my knives get bloody.