Chapter Four
Wraith
Grey Eyes hasn’t left my mind since I threatened him.
It doesn’t help when I spot him at Withems Grill and Chill and we make eye contact multiple times.
I tried my hardest to ignore him but I felt his eyes on me every time he looked at me and like an uncontrollable asshole, I couldn’t help but look at him as well.
It’s weird, I don’t have feelings for him but something is drawing me to him like a moth to a flame.
I’m not turned on by him and love isn’t something on my radar.
I won’t go on and say I don’t do love because I know deep down that no matter how hard I run away from “the love of my life” love will win eventually.
So, it’s safe to say I’m not looking for love right now.
Also, I don’t get butterflies and my heart doesn’t stop when I see him, at least I think that’s what people say when they look at the person they like or some bullshit.
When Frani, Fritzi, and I leave Withems I give him a wink before looking at the time.
I have twenty minutes before my last class of the day begins so I tell Frani and Frizi that I’m going out for a ride.
They nod in understanding my need to ride solo given the fact they’ve known me for most of their life.
I ride the freeway for a few minutes, letting the thrill of my bike zip through my body.
I curse when I see that I need to zoom my ass back to campus otherwise I’ll be late for class.
So, I turn around and head there. My head is clear for the most part, not thinking about Grey Eyes at all by the time I pull into the student parking lot.
Getting off my bike I pull my helmet off and place it on my seat.
I look around, pressing my leg against my bike to hide my gun from the view of anyone.
Looking around carefully I take the holster off my thigh and hide it in my secret compartment on my bike.
Once the gun is put away the campus police rolls around and slows down when she gets to me.
I smile and give her a salute before she drives away.
Rolling my eyes I grab my helmet and head for my next class.
Everything is going good. I walk into the classroom and place my helmet underneath my seat before sitting down.
The professor walks out of the classroom as students file in.
I pull out my phone and begin to scroll through it, looking at Instagram before switching to Twitter.
I smile at a video before that smile quickly fades and I see the one person I don’t want to.
He strolls in with earbuds in his ears before sitting down a couple of rows behind me.
My eyes stay glued to him as I watch him pull out his phone and move his head to the beat of whatever song he’s listening to.
He’s so into his music that he doesn’t notice me staring at him until he pulls his earbuds out.
His eyes find mine and he visibly freezes.
My eyes never leave his until they travel down the rest of his body—well the parts of his body that is still visible.
He’s not muscular like I am nor is he what they call a twink.
He’s small and he looks rather soft and squishy.
Fuck, maybe I should have killed him yesterday.
I surely wouldn’t be here sharing a classroom with him if I had.
Hell, I wouldn’t even be checking him out if I had.
Growing angry at myself I shift back in my seat as the professor enters the classroom in a rush.
He’s an older man in a grey suit which takes my mind off Grey Eyes behind me.
“Good afternoon class, please excuse me I need to go retrieve something from my car so please mingle and get to know each other in the meantime.” He says before scurrying off.
Great!
The other people in the classroom move about and mind their business and I try to mind my own by going on my phone.
For some reason I feel him getting closer and when I look up I see him exiting the classroom.
I watch as the door closes behind him, leaving the scent of his cologne in the air.
It smells like a sweet, masculine smell.
I kind of like it even though I would never admit that to his face or dare ask him what he’s wearing because he’s supposed to be dead.
He could have me and my family locked up for what he saw yesterday, though I’m sure he didn’t see much.
For all he could know is the fucker we held hostage might still be alive, even though I know he isn’t, I buried him with Fritzi.
It was quite easy given the fact that his whole body was nearly skinned and the dirty stuck to him as if his blood was glue.
Maybe I should follow him after school and just kill him, maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about him.
My phone buzzes and I look at the message I receive from Frani.
Frani: Let’s go to a race!
She sends a GIF of cars racing on a track.
Me: Only if there’s bikes involved.
Frani: That’s all there’s going to be, I couldn’t find a GIF with motorcycles racing.
I think about it. If I race the adrenaline could get this guy off my mind and I could possibly find a hookup since most of the gay guys there like a bad boy, though I am anything but a boy.
Honestly, I don’t even have to be in the race to get my mind off Grey Eyes, I could just sit there and watch the bikes zoom by as the crowd goes wild. Fuck yeah, that sounds like a plan.
Me: I’m in.
Frani: Good, because I may or may not be racing myself.
Me: You know I’m Team Frani if you decide to race.
Frani: Thanks, little bro, I’ve got to go, I’ve been caught by the professor.
I roll my eyes as I read what she called me. Just because she’s eight minutes older than me she acts as if she’s three years older than me and we’re not even blood related.
Me: Fuck you Frani, we’re the same age.
I obviously don’t get a reply because she said she’s been caught which means she most likely put her phone away. As I go over the conversation I just had with her I smile. I can’t wait for tonight!
Not long after I text Frani Grey Eyes comes back into the room.
He walks with his head down and I feel as if he’s trying to avoid eye contact with me.
My eyes follow him until he’s sitting back down in his seat and the professor walks in.
Since today is the first day of school we don’t do any actual work and we just introduce ourselves to the class.
When I introduce myself the girls in the class giggle as if they’re in high school and I’m their high school crush.
They probably do have a crush on me and it’s a pity that they’re not my type. I like guys and I’ve known I like guys since middle school when puberty hit me. High school only confirmed the fact that I’m attracted to guys.
During this math class I learn Grey Eyes’ name, Harshal. I smirk at that piece of information. I also learn that his favorite food is anything Nigerian.
“Ooh I’ve heard that African food is really good, how did you get to taste some, have you been to Africa?” Professor Arbert asks.
“Uh, no, unfortunately I haven’t been to Africa, my grandfather is Nigerian and he used to cook me the best Nigerian dishes before he went back to Nigeria the other day.” Harshal replies.
Professor Arbert nods. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you Harshal, I hope you enjoy my class this semester.”
The class then continues the introductions before the class is over.
I hang back and let the class empty before I get up and follow Harshal.
I’m finished for the day and it looks like he is too.
He meets up with a girl and they walk to a car together, talking and laughing.
They’re walking to the same parking lot my bike is parked so I quickly make a b-line over to it and get on.
I throw on my helmet and watch him through my visor, he hasn’t noticed me following him yet so the visor will help keep me undercover in case he does spot me.
The two get into the car and they drive off.
I bring the engine on my bike to life and wait for them to exit the parking lot.
I then follow them, making sure I keep my distance so neither one of them suspects anything.
They drive to an apartment building and park before getting out and entering the building.
I don’t know what compelled me to follow him but I did and now I know where he lives.
I just don’t know which apartment number belongs to him and his friend.
At least I think it’s his friend if it’s his girlfriend then.
.. I don’t know what to say about that as of right now.
I try to wait and see if I can spot them enter an apartment but given my view from the ground level I’m not too successful.
My phone rings and I look at it. Fritzi. I answer.
“What?” I bark.
“Dude what’s with the hostile greeting?” He asks. “And where the hell are you?”
“Why?” I ask.
“Because we’ve got to get ready for the race later this evening.” He replies.
Oh fuck, I forgot about the race. After I learned Harshal’s name my main focus has been on him, no one else.
“I’m on my way.” I said.
“We’re at your house so hurry up, we’ve got to cheer Frani on, just in case she does race.” Fritzi says before hanging up the phone.
I pocket my phone and glance up at the apartment building. I can’t say I won’t be back because I know that’s a damn lie. Revving my engine I take off and go home to get ready for the race.
***
The race is held at a back road that’s been abandoned and is covered by trees.
By the time Fritzi, Frani, and I get there it’s crawling with people and motorcycles.
Some riders are already on the road, racing and people are cheering them on.
There’s drinks, food, and a bonfire off to the side as well.
“Ooh, I hope they have Gin and Tonic!” Fritzi says, going straight to the table with the beverages.
Frani and I chuckle.