Chapter 3 #2
If I weren’t as self-conscious about my body as I am, I’d get naked in front of that man in a heartbeat.
It pains me to even think this, but all of Soren’s friends are very good-looking.
Kenzo, with his nerdy, quiet personality and bright blue eyes that resemble the sky, and Aiden, with his sarcastic remarks and the ability to knock a person out with a single punch.
He’s been doing MMA as a hobby, and I’d rather not test how good he’s gotten.
Grace peeks over to my cards, lifting a brow. I roll my eyes, shoving her to the side playfully.
“You think you’ll win against Kenzo?” She whispers.
“I better,” I whisper back. “Otherwise, who knows what kind of shit he might make me do?”
Grace chuckles. “Hey, have you seen Avalon?”
I sigh, shaking my head. “She came with us, took two shots of tequila, and vanished — again.”
“She’s been doing it a lot recently,” Grace chews on her bottom lip. “I’m getting worried. Do you think she’s doing drugs?”
“Avalon? Definitely not. Let’s just give her time, yeah? If she’s having any issues, she’ll come to us sooner or later.”
“You’re right,” Grace sighs, then focuses back on the game.
From the moment we came here, Soren’s been seen only once. I kept my distance, half because I was scared I'd start throwing punches, half because I was afraid he’d return them.
Cassia was with him for the first thirty minutes, trying to get his attention. When she finally succeeded, all it took was one, sharp glare from Soren for her to back off and go back to her friends.
I loathe the bitch, but she’s letting that man have too much power over her, and that’s never a good sign. He had a few drinks, then dipped out of the library, and I haven’t seen him since.
Thankfully.
The game ends soon after, and I’m fucking pissed.
No one saw through my bluffs, except for Kenzo.
He didn’t comment on it and instead used it to his advantage.
There’s a smug smirk on his face as he starts handing out dares to juniors, and they’re nothing scandalous. Nothing like what I expected from him.
Then, he turns to Grace.
“As for you…”
She scoffs. “Out with it, asshole.”
“You’ll be my model.”
Grace blinks, taken aback. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he fixes his glasses, pushing them to rest on the top of his nose. “You’ll be my model.”
“Absolutely not,” Grace sneers at him, standing up. “Hell will freeze over before I ever get naked for you.”
“Now, now,” Kenzo’s voice is unusually low, and the two act like the rest of us don’t even exist. They’re wrapped in their own bubble, unbothered by the attention they’re receiving. “That’s not very nice. Don’t tell me you’re too much of a pussy to do it.”
Grace huffs, and for a moment, it looks like she’s going to snap.
Instead, she takes a deep breath, and storms out of the library.
Lila and I exchange a worried glance, but when I turn my attention back to Kenzo, he has a contemplative look on his face, almost like he’s deep in thought, his eyes glued to the spot where Grace stood a moment ago.
“Now, Sophia,” he turns to look at me. “Your dare is… to kiss Soren.”
I burst out laughing, slowly standing up. “Yeah, right.”
“I’m serious.”
The amusement falls off my face, and it’s replaced by a look of surprise. “I am not kissing that bastard, ever.”
He rolls his eyes. “It can’t be that bad.”
“I’m not risking getting an STD,” I scoff. “Besides, do you actually think I’d be able to get close enough to even attempt to kiss him?”
“Figure it out. Or you owe me two grand.”
My mouth drops open. “You’re fucking insane.”
“But you’ll do it, won’t you?”
“Never,” I snort. “I’ll transfer you the money.”
“Wait—”
I don’t wait for him to finish the sentence, picking up my handbag and walking over to the table that’s filled with snacks.
Lila follows suit, standing right next to me.
I opt for some chips, and I don’t even remember how much I’ve had to drink.
I’ve had eight, perhaps nine glasses of wine? Enough to get me a little tipsy.
“Slow down,” Lila suggests, taking the glass out of my hands. “I won’t be cleaning up after you if you throw up.”
“I won’t. I can handle alcohol.”
“Uh-huh,” she quirks an amused brow. “Is that why you’re swaying?”
“Alright,” I sigh. “I’ll stop drinking.”
“Why don’t you go sleep this off?” She suggests. “It’s better to leave before alcohol hits you completely.”
“Are you going to be alright on your own, though?”
She waves her hand dismissively. “Of course. Grace will come back soon enough.”
“Alright, if you’re sure.”
With one, last glance at the full library, I head out. The library is on the top floor of the building, and I’m trying to be as silent as possible while walking down the stairs. Most of the lights are turned off, and the only guide I have is the moonlight that flashes through the windows.
The corridors are deserted, the doors of the classrooms closed shut. I focus on trying to be as silent as possible, taking out my phone and shooting Avalon a quick message to say that I’ve left, and that the dorm will be unlocked for her. She probably didn’t bring her key — again.
As soon as I send the text, my movements come to a halt. I’m not sure whether it’s the alcohol in me or whether I’m truly hearing something. With narrowed eyes, I take a couple of steps forward, then turn right — going in the different direction that I need to.
The door of the classroom is open ajar, and with ease, I sneak up, peeking with one eye inside.
I barely contain the gasp of shock, horror, and disgust from slipping my lips.
Soren is inside, with his shirt off. His chest and broad shoulders catch my attention, the way sweat glistens all over his upper body. His arms are both covered in ink, the only spot free of tattoos just above his chest.
I’m snapped out of my thoughts when I see that his belt’s undone, and that he’s fucking someone.
Slowly, I peek a little more inside, and I can’t look away.
He’s fucking Ms. Ellie — our professor. She’s bent over the teacher’s desk, her skirt up to her hips as he slams into her, fucking her like he’s punishing her for something.
I don’t even think twice before pulling out my phone again, making sure the flash is off, then starting to record.
Oh, Soren. You just made this so fucking easy for me.