I need my brother back.
I need my parents…
I swallow past the lump in my throat and head for the door without so much as glancing back.
The door falls closed behind me, and I take off down the hall, not sure where I’m going but also not giving a damn. I just need to put some space between him and me, but more importantly, the memories.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even notice Julez until he’s damn near on top of me. He drapes his arm over my shoulder, pulling me into his side as he falls into step beside me.
“Damn,” he whistles, leaning down so that he’s not towering over me. “You’re really not playing around with this whole brainiac thing, huh?”
It takes me a second to realize he’s talking about my schedule, and I blame his proximity.
I also blame him for the fact that I didn’t even realize Titus was on my other side until he rudely snatches my schedule from my hands.
He’s literally done nothing but glare at me since I first walked into the dorm room yesterday. Why would he give a damn about what classes I have?
I move to snatch it back, but Julez holds me close, steering us down a hall I don’t think I’d been down earlier. Then again, I could be wrong; at this point, they're all starting to look the same.
“Hey, I need that!” I say, looking back over my shoulder the best I can as Julez drags me forward and Titus continues to lag only a few steps behind.
As much as I might wish I had an eidetic memory, I don’t, which means the two minutes spent looking over my classes didn’t cut it.
Even more so, they might as well have not even existed because I was too worried about my meeting with Mr. Alder to even be able to tell you what a single one of them was.
Great.
Just as I mentally accept the fact that I’ll have to go back to him and have him print me another copy, the paper is held out before me. Julez slows us to a stop, and I’m left facing a very pissed-off-looking Titus, my schedule in hand.
It’s a shame he has such a poor attitude; he really is beautiful, if not a little intense.
His amber eyes are sharp and let me know nothing gets past him, and his slightly darker complexion makes them pop even more. He looks like he could be a model with his high cheekbones, strong jawline, and thick, voluminous hair. It’s black, short on the sides, and combed back on the top. He’s pretty; there’s no hiding that, but the slight growth of hair on his face makes him look almost rugged despite it.
I glare right back at him as I reach out, snagging it back. The second I have the paper, he turns away, stalking back down the hall the way we just came.
What is his problem?
“Let’s get you something to eat, and I’ll show you around, huh?” He phrases it like it’s a question, but he’s already leading me through the school, and yeah, I might need a guide.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I’m not hungry, but right before I can, the air is filled with the most delicious aroma, and my stomach grumbles.
Traitor.
The laugh that rumbles through Julez vibrates through me, and I purse my lips in annoyance but stay quiet.
This time.
The guys aren't so happy about our newest little addition to the dorm, but I can’t say I hate the idea of her being around. The guys are great, but man, are they lame ninety percent of the time, not to mention Wren is beautiful.
I’m not partial one way or the other most of the time, but I think I've had my fill of sweaty man ass in that dorm the last two years.
She’s only been in the dorm one day, and I’d already been tempted to hop in the shower with her. If she weren’t mortal, I would’ve, but I was already pushing my luck with the lock.
I’d gone and gotten a key made while she was in her meeting, so if she really pushed the matter, I had an out, but in that moment, I’d been unable to resist.
It was as if I needed to see her, be near her—anything, really.
And it’s not like I saw anything; by the time I got in there, the glass was already fogged, unfortunately.
