Alik glares at him. “How about you pull your fucking pants up and go look yourself?”
“I think I will,” Brynsyn says, accepting the challenge.
I step forward, shivering at the feel of his cock sliding out of my panties.
“To be continued,” Brynsyn says and I turn to find him pulling his sweatpants up. “All parties invited,” he gives a pointed look to Alik and Soskia.
Soskia glares.
A part of me wants to call her out. I don’t know if she wants to hold up a straight girl image or that she’s some sort of saint, but what I learned today is that Soskia definitely isn’t only attracted to men from the way she’s looked at me multiple times today. And she definitely ain’t a prude from the interest I spotted in her eyes when she’d watched Brynsyn and I.
Brynsyn strides toward the stairs, moving up them with ease and I have to wonder if the drugs have already sped through his system. I can still feel the effects myself but the haze isn’t quite as strong. I’m not sure if that;s because of the interruption from Soskia and Alik or not.
Fox looks at the stairs before shaking his head. He turns to move after Brynsyn before he pauses. He turns, looking at me before he pulls his black shirt over his head. He fixes it from being inside out before stepping up to me and pulling the shirt over my head without waiting for my permission.
The shirt is huge on me, falling just above my knees, but it's warm and there’s that little woodsy undertone that I’d gotten off of Fox that smells nice. He doesn’t say another word before turning around and following Brynsyn off of the stairs. My feet move to follow and part of it is because I didn’t actually get a good view of how the man looks shirtless.
The stairs don’t creak exactly but I can feel a small soft give to them as I climb upward.
The room that Is tep inside of is similar to the one below except the top is cut into a triangle, the sides slanted down. Fox stands in the middle of the room and I realize he’s too tall to stand in the parts where the roof is cutting downward. His head would just likely brush the top of the roof and that can’t be a comfortable feeling.
Brynsyn is kneeling in the corner of the room and I watch him with a frown, trying to figure out what he’s doing. I peer a little closer and I can just barely make out a thick book in his hands.
“What was it?” Alik asks and I jump, realizing he and Soskia have followed us.
Soskia is standing off to the side, leaning against the wall as if she has better places to be.
“He’s trying to figure that out now,” Fox snaps and I decide that he’s definitely tired of everyone in this room.
The olix was nice while it lasted.
“You should watch how you talk to me, you may be a Fox, but I’m a Tudow and my family-”
“Would be crushed by mine if it ever came to a war,” Fox cuts him off, turning in his direction. His arms are folded across his chest but it doesn’t hide his pecs. He has a mother watering tattoo on one of them, the intricate black lines a mix of circles and triangles with a fox sitting in the middle.
“If I were you, I'd retract that comment, Fox,” Alik snaps, stepping right up to the bigger man.
Okay, this could be entertaining.
All week it's been me versus everyone, so it's nice to see someone else in a standoff and I can’t help but to wonder who would win in a fight between the pretentious pricks.
Fox is tall and big, but Alik is a vampire and there’s this certian edge to him, one that say he wouldn’t bat an eye sat killing someone over something as stupid as accidentally stepping on his foot.
"I’m not one of the other little pesky students who back down ime you look at them a little too long, “ Fox says, his eyes narrowing.
A muscle jumps in Alik’s jaw and I lean a little closer.
Okay, one of them is going to swing in a moment, I’d take bets that it’s going to be Alike. He seems to be in less control than Fox.
Where’s the popcorn when you need it?
A loud thump turns my attention to Brynsyn. He’s gone eerily still and there’s something that’s just not quite right. Soskia leans off of the wall, inching slowly toward Brynsyn. Fox and Alik are too busy stuck in their stare off to notice that something's wrong.
Dread fills the pit of my stomach and unlike Soskia, I take a step away from Brynsyn.
I’m tough, but I’m not fucking stupid.
There’s another thump and I glance behind me to see how far away from the stairs I am. My blood runs cold when I realize the stairs have disappeared.