~Chapter 7~
After finishing my lunch, I crawl out of the dining hall, almost like a zombie who hasn’t gotten used to this gigantic cafeteria yet.
It’s about two hours later and I’ve managed to get a few things done… or at least try to.
I decided to do something that doesn’t involve Cedric, Otis, or Rowan. I mean… peace. An hour or two just for myself.
I walked the paths between the cabin buildings and noticed things I hadn’t seen this morning.
The trees here are enormous, and their leaves make strange shadows on the ground, like abstract drawings.
The air smells of lake, of damp earth, and, strangely enough, you can actually feel your breath easier when you’re alone.
I found a kind of old, almost forgotten bench by some bushes.
I sat down and took out my phone just to write down a few thoughts.
Sometimes it’s easier to put what you’re feeling on paper than to say it out loud.
First thing noted: “The water is incredibly cold. Otis lied. Or maybe not.”
Second thing: “Cedric is absurd. Seriously. But I don’t have to think about it.
” I smiled wryly as I wrote this. Obviously a lie.
After writing a few lines, I decided to explore the area around the lake.
I walked along the wooden walkways that wound through the trees and discovered a small artificial island.
There was no one there. The water was calm, and the sun created reflections that danced on the surface of the lake.
I sat on its edge, my legs dangling over the water, and watched the small waves gently break against the rocks.
It was strange. For a few moments, all I had on my mind was this silence. No Cedric, no Otis, no morning harassment. Just me, the water, and my thoughts.
I gathered some smooth stones from the edge and threw them into the lake. Each little splash was a kind of... reset. Seriously. I wasn't stressed anymore, I didn't feel the pressure of the Alpha, nor the tension between me and Cedric. It was just... calm.
After I had had enough of throwing rocks, I lay down on the soft grass, looking up at the sky. Birds flew overhead, and a light breeze brought the scent of flowers and leaves to my face. I don’t think I’ve been this relaxed since I got here.
Then I realized I had to get back. The cabins were going to be set up for the afternoon activities, and although I wanted to be alone, something in me knew I wouldn’t be away from the others for long.
I got up and started walking back to the cabin, my feet slightly damp from the wet grass and feeling strangely peaceful. Two hours of solitude… and I think it was exactly what I needed.
When we got back to the giant cabin, we saw that most of the teachers were leaving, so they kept their word when they said that on weekends we would have a break without Professor Kane or Mrs. Mushroom, because she always came dressed like a mushroom that barely stands on the ground.
When I walk inside, there are already a few people setting up the lights, something hanging from the ceiling, and the music for tonight.
I don't know what's holding me back, but I have a bad feeling about what's going to happen tonight or in this entire academy.
As I walk among the tables and people, I feel like every sound is louder than it should be. My footsteps echo lightly on the shiny floor, and the laughter of the students getting ready for the party seems to stick to me like some kind of subtle alarm.
I stop near a table where a group of children are arranging some colorful glasses and confetti. I try not to look like I’m noticing them, but my mind keeps gravitating towards the idea that Cedric will be here, somewhere. I can’t shake the feeling.
I take a sip of water and walk over to the large windows overlooking the lake.
The reflection of the sun on the water still reminds me of that morning and that moment…
uncomfortable, but intense. I try to focus on small details: the leaf moving in the wind, a flock of birds passing overhead, even the small waves breaking on the shore.
In a corner of the room, Rowan looks at me, raising an eyebrow as if to ask, “What are you doing here alone?” I give him a quick smile and walk away. I don’t feel like talking.
As the clock ticks forward, the lights start to get warmer and the music starts to fill the cabin.
A kind of soft vibration that makes your heart beat a little faster, even if you try to ignore it.
I try to find a secluded corner to sit for a moment, take a deep breath, and think about this day.
I try to tell myself that it’s all just a party, that it’s not going to be anything special.
But something inside me refuses to believe that.
And then I see him. Cedric. At the end of the hall, he’s talking to someone, smiling, but something about the way he moves makes me feel like everything around him is pulsing a little faster.
I can’t take my eyes off him, and I feel the adrenaline pumping in my chest.
I know tonight is going to be different.
And something tells me that everything that happened this morning at the lake is just the beginning, but I don’t want to believe it.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Emy suddenly appears and seems happy.
"Hi, I'm trying to keep up. You?" I ask politely and she smiles taking two glasses of what looks like tequila mixed with other chemicals.
She keeps one for herself and the other the sweet in front of me "No.
." I try to refuse.
"Please. We must have felt good not bad, Idris" she says offended and I sigh and take the glass.
"For your sanity" she says and laughs before slapping my neck.
"For your sanity" I repeat after her and pour myself a drink
I feel that liquid burning my throat and spreading through my stomach, but.
.. strangely, it seems to relax me a little.
It's like each drink gives me another layer of courage to ignore everything I'm feeling and not think about Cedric for a second.
Emy laughs again and starts dancing on the spot, a little awkwardly but enthusiastically.
I try to do the same, but I move more like a robot still learning the steps.
I flash her a smile and raise my glass to her.
Now people start coming and the place gets busier.
"Emy! How was Aria?" Otis yells over the music he's barely heard.
"Okay! How late are you coming to the party?
" She asks and laughs a little before taking another glass of drink and drinking it.
"It's Rowan's fault he said we'd be late because he knew I'd be drunk.
I'm quoting him" Otis mutters offended and I smile a little at Rowan for making the perfect choice and he turns his gaze to me and shuffles through the groups.
The music is louder now, the lights dance on the walls and people's faces, and I feel the drink starting to do exactly what it's supposed to: relax me and make me move without thinking too much.
I try to keep up with Emy, but mostly I swing in short circles, laughing at her jokes and trying not to trip over other people's feet.
"Let's go dance!" Emy says, taking my hand and pulling me towards the middle of the room.
I try to breathe deeply and not think about Cedric, although I can feel his presence behind me, somewhere among the groups of people.
The drink makes everything easier, and the laughter and the music mix in a strange but pleasant whirlwind.
I forget for a few minutes the stress of the day, the tension between me and Cedric, everything.
Just me, the music and the noise of the party.
But then I feel a rush of cold air and a familiar presence beside me.
I turn my head and see Cedric. He’s standing near the edge of the room, his gaze fixed on me.
He’s calm but commanding, and the way he catches my eye gives me a strange thrill.
“I didn’t expect you to be having fun alone,” he says, his voice low and calm, but with a timbre that makes my skin crawl.
I try to laugh and seem relaxed. “I’m not alone…
I have Emy.” I say this, but I can’t help but feel my heart beating faster.
Cedric approaches, his steps sure, and he stops next to me.
“Don’t overdo it,” he murmurs, but it’s clear that his joke is more than just a joke.
I try not to get lost in his eyes, but it’s impossible.
His green eyes seem to know my every thought, and I can feel the tension between us growing, almost palpably.
“Do you want to go somewhere quieter?” he says suddenly, without waiting for an answer.
He motions for me to follow him, and I instinctively stand up, putting my glass aside.
I get lost in the crowd for a few seconds, but then Cedric takes me by the shoulder and leads me out of the large hall, where the lighting is dimmer and the music is more distant.
Behind us, the laughter and music become a kind of vague background, and I feel the adrenaline and the drink mixing in a cocktail that makes me tremble a little.
Cedric stops and looks at me, and for a second all I hear is my heartbeat.
“It’s quiet here,” he says simply. “You can breathe.”
I try to smile, but I tremble slightly.
“Yes… yes, it’s good here.”
And even though I try to convince myself that this is just an escape from the hustle and bustle of the party, I feel like Cedric’s presence makes everything more intense. Too intense.
Cedric leads me back down the halls of the cabin, his steps steady and quiet, and I feel my heart pounding. The music from the party fades as we head upstairs, but the sounds up there seem only to be echoes of my own thoughts and sighs.
His room is large, with a long bed, a desk, and windows overlooking the lake.
The soft light of the sunset filters through the slightly drawn curtains, making everything seem more intimate.
Cedric stops by the window and looks directly at me, saying nothing.
The air is thick, filled with anticipation.
“You can sit down,” he says quietly, indicating a chair by the desk.
But instinctively, I don’t want to sit; I feel the need to stay close to him.
He moves a little closer, and his scent, something between wood and salt and something sweet, makes me dizzy.
My heart beats so hard I think I can hear it, and he can hear it too.
“Have you had a lot to drink?” he asks, his tone calm, but his eyes twinkle a little, as if he’s amused by me.
“Not… too much,” I mutter, as if trying to convince myself.
But I’m shaking a little, and not just from the drink.
Cedric leans over slightly and, without waiting any longer, lifts my chin with his finger. His gaze fixes me, and I feel every muscle in my body tense and, at the same time, want to relax.
“You’re… different when you’re alone,” he says almost in a whisper. “More honest. More… vulnerable.”
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but I can’t help but feel the electric tension between us.
Cedric moves closer, and I feel the air between us heat up.
We’re almost touching, and every accidental touch of hands or shoulders makes me tremble harder.
“Idris…” he murmurs almost inaudibly, and his voice drops so much that it sounds like a secret told only to me.
I feel my skin become sensitive, my thoughts get lost in his gaze.
And even if I try to say something, to take a step back, it’s impossible.
Cedric is too close, too present. I can almost feel the warmth of his body and his scent, and I can't help but wonder what will happen if we stay like this.
.. just the two of us, alone, in this large, quiet room.
He clings to me, lifts me up in his arms without any complications and sets me down on the edge of the bed.
"Are you aware of what's happening now, Idris?
" he asks and runs his hands over my shoulders and below them.
"Mm... let's say yes" I whisper and laugh pointlessly.
Cedric stares at me and looks like he's about to devour me.
"Do you let me?" he asks as he takes off my shirt and lays me on my back, I nod.
Cedric pauses for a moment, just to look at me, and the air in the room becomes almost unreal thick. My heart beats wildly, and my breathing mixes with his. Every movement of his is calculated, but seemingly light, like a game between us.
“Do you like it when you’re… vulnerable?
” he murmurs close to my ear, and my skin tingles at his touch.
I can’t answer, I just feel a shiver run down my spine.
Cedric brings his face closer to mine, his green eyes staring at me with intensity.
I can almost feel every beat of his heart, and I feel myself becoming more and more dependent on his presence.
His hands roam my arms, my back, each touch light, but with a tension that makes me tremble.
“You don’t have to move if you don’t want to,” he whispers, but his tone suggests it’s just an invitation.
I almost lose control, but I know I don’t want to refuse him.
Cedric brings his forehead closer to mine, and the air between us heats up.
My short laugh dies down in a sigh, and all that matters is this moment, just the two of us, alone, in this large, quiet room.
Every second becomes more charged with anticipation, and his proximity is like a magnet, impossible to ignore.
I feel the tension between us build, without being rushed, just savoring every touch, every look.
Then he kisses me, slowly and delicately for the second time and during this time he takes off my pants and leaves me naked, running his hands over my shoulders, thighs and buttocks.
He sticks his tongue deeper into my mouth and all I can feel is my heart beating wildly from the pleasant sensation.
He stops and a stream of saliva comes out of our mouths to which he wipes himself and begins to undress, remaining as naked as me.
Without shame I run my gaze over his body, which I realize is that of an ancient Greek sculpture and nothing is missing.
"Oh, baby. You don't know what you're doing to me" he whispers and then he leans down still looking at me fiercely.
"Turn around, little soul." He whispers softly, almost audibly, and helps me turn to face the decorative pillows on the bed.
He places his hands on my back, running them over my shoulder blades and down to my spine, splayed out at my buttocks.
"Arch yourself Idris. I have to open you first," he says and I let out an offended grunt.
My head spins around the room but I'm aware that I'm about to have sex.
Without warning, Cedric inserts his fingers into my hole and then I start making sounds.
"Ugh..." I moan softly and put my hand over my mouth to stop myself.
Cedric keeps inserting and removing his fingers, harder than before and then he stops.
I have a moment of relief until something thicker appears in my ass and then I scream a little.
"AHh...sting" I manage to say and my eyes water from the impact.
Cedric lies on my back and lifts my chin with one hand, pulling my head towards him.
He kisses me sloppily and at the same time he goes in and out and everything starts to feel too intense and charged.
He takes it out all at once and I scream but then he turns me around and puts it in just as quickly and I can already feel that my ass is going to hurt in the morning.
"Idris...mhm.." Cedric moans and that makes the situation even more exciting than it was before and I feel the blood start to flow through my body and my penis can barely hold back.
"Ugh" I mumbled when he reached somewhere higher and I felt him getting bigger.
"Cedric..." I try to say but a groan comes out of my mouth when I cum and all is everywhere, after a wet sensation I feel it in my ass and Cedric comes out and leaves me by the bed
"Loxley.
..Your cam is in me..." I say offended and he laughs softly and kisses me once more sloppily.
He stands up and it seems like his energy has returned and then he says:
"Another round?
" He asks and makes puppy dog eyes.
"You're impossible," I mutter, trying to sound irritated, but my voice betrays more fatigue than anger