Chapter 19 Ava #2
Friday classes sucked balls. Not only had I not slept a wink because all I could feel was the frustration of an impending orgasm my fingers couldn’t give me, but I didn’t understand why he hated me so much.
Or did he hate me? Did you do what Jett did last night if you disliked someone? I didn’t know. Nor did I know how to ask Mia without telling her everything, and I didn’t want to say the words. I didn’t want to share the shame of my crazy one-night stand.
Plus, the whole campus was alive with the mayhem the Devils had caused last night.
No one, of course, was accusing them outwardly, but it was obvious they had been up to their tricks.
In the early hours of the morning, three classrooms had been completely emptied of furniture.
Every car parking space had a desk and a chair in it, and when people tried to park, the pile of furniture had begun to grow as the traffic backed up.
Most of the students lived on campus, but the admin staff, the faculty, the maintenance men, the groundskeepers, all of them commuted to work. Morning classes had been disrupted, and chaos had overtaken Cardinal Saints College.
Not only had they done this, but a devil’s trident had also been tagged onto the side of the stadium, and apparently, Coach Bowers had been explosive in his rage, screaming on the walkway to get the fucking Santo shits to his office.
They were due to travel this afternoon to Missouri for the game tomorrow, and the only time I had been alert all day was when I heard some guy in my class tell his friend that he heard both Ash and Gray were being made to stay behind.
The rumor was a false one. I happened to be behind one of the assistant coaches in the coffee line when some guy asked him if the full offense was traveling this afternoon, and the coach had told them it was a full complement, minus QB, of course, who was still nursing an ankle injury.
Huh, his ankle didn’t look injured, I thought to myself, but I wasn’t a sports therapist.
As I sat under my tree, I watched the maintenance men and groundskeepers traipse back and forth, putting the desks and chairs back inside. All the trolleys had also been “misplaced,” and the poor guys were doing it by hand.
“Hey.” Mia dropped beside me as she watched the to-ing and fro-ing. “Carnage,” she snorted as she took out her lunch bag. “How did they do it?” she asked me curiously.
“They’re claiming it wasn’t them.”
“It has Devils’ Mayhem all over it,” Mia scoffed as she uncovered her lunch. It appeared to be lettuce, cucumber, and sliced avocado.
“What are you eating?” I asked her as my nose wrinkled in distaste.
“Edamame beans.” She handed me a small pack of the soybeans, and I frantically shook my head. “They’re full of fiber,” she advised me.
I didn’t doubt it but said nothing as I sipped my caramel latte, my eyes returning to the men working.
“So.” Mia popped one of the beans into her mouth. “Jett and you are . . .” She waited expectantly.
My head snapped to hers in question. “Nothing?”
“He spoke to you at the bar, and I heard they were at the party we were, but I didn’t see him, did you?”
I swallowed. “No.”
“Maybe he was here playing with tables and chairs.” Mia giggled.
“It would have taken them hours,” I stated as I returned to watching. “Well, I guess they would have had the moving trolleys. But wouldn’t someone have seen them?”
“No idea, I do know it meant my computer science class was canceled as the professor couldn’t get into the parking lot.”
“Yeah, I got off without Leitch this morning. Maybe we need to thank them?” I gave her a small smile, and Mia chuckled.
My phone rang, and I looked at the unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Ms. Bryant?” The woman’s voice had a crisp edge to it that made me sit straighter.
“Yes?”
“This is the dean’s office on campus. Can you come to the office at one thirty? He would like to speak to you.”
“Um, is everything okay?” I asked as I looked up at Mia, who had stopped eating.
“Is one thirty convenient?”
“Yes, of course.” It wasn’t, I had a class, but the lady was satisfied and hung up.
“What is it?” Mia asked me with concern.
“The dean wants to see me at one thirty.”
“Why?” Mia asked as she resumed eating. “You win something?”
“What? No.” I chewed my lip as I thought about it. “Why would you think I had?”
Mia shrugged. “What else could it be? You’re a model student.”
“Yeah.” I didn’t stop fretting as I thought about it. “What if I’m in trouble?”
“You look guilty!” Mia laughed. “You don’t do anything wrong, Ava. Some underage drinking, yes, but then the whole campus would be in the dean’s office.”
“Yeah.” I nodded again as Mia opened her phone.
Looking over campus, I saw Jett and Gray standing, watching the guys working the desks and chairs.
Several people were calling out to them, but they remained stoic as they watched.
Ash came down the steps from the law building and slung his arms over his cousins’ shoulders.
I saw Jett nod, and then Ash was walking toward one of the maintenance men.
I heard the guy start laughing, and then, with a high five to Ash, he and another guy disappeared into the building.
A few minutes later, they came out with the trolleys, and the work began to empty the parking lot.
When I looked over at where the Devils stood, Jett was watching me, his face blank. He slipped his shades on, and then the three of them walked toward the stadium.
“Hey, look, they found the trolleys,” Mia exclaimed as she looked up from her phone.
“They did.” Standing, I brushed off my shorts. “I have to go, you going to be okay?”
“Library?” Mia guessed with a smile.
Not this time. “Yeah.” I nodded, and with a small wave, I hurried back to the apartment. I needed to change and be more presentable. I had a bad feeling about this afternoon’s meeting. Something wasn’t sitting right with me.