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I learned first period what that meant when Hazen made a group chat with Ledger and I, talking about how I smell when I’m turned on. From then on, they flirt non-stop with me and I do it right back. The classes are flipped today, so I don’t see Ledger until lunch. We share small looks, but because of Khazon, we can’t talk.
“How does it feel to be living the dream that every girl wants?” Amos says after I explain the weekend.
I snort. “Please, it’s just fun, right? It won’t last.”
“Maybe. But at the very least, they like you.”
“Want to see something? I’ve been saving this all day.” I ask, mischievously.
Amos nods. I pat the seat next to me and she moves around the table.
I go to the group chat and send the beautiful ass picture that I took in the bathroom to them. I can see the outline of my pussy from the position as the red string runs through my ass and connects to the lace around my waist. I set down my phone and we watch Hazen and Ledger at the table.
Hazen is the first to open the message, gasping so hard he snorts his drink. It ends with him coughing so hard that I can hear it.
Amos laughed beside me.
The table is looking at Hazen, but he refused to show anyone his phone.
Good boy.
While the focus is on Hazen, Ledger looks down at his phone. His jaw tightens as his eyes meet mine. They are filled with lust; a darker shade of red than they usually are.
I wink at him.
He licks his lips, smirking and shaking his head.
“Damn. I want a harem.” Amos sighs.
Just now, Jigsaw enters the cafeteria, narrowing his eyes on Hazen who hasn’t recovered yet. Hazen waves him on.
Our eyes meet as he walks to his normal seat.
I run my eyes up and down his body, seeing his normal jeans and boots, gloves and mask. His hair is pulled half back today, making my stomach swirl. I want to pull on his hair.
Jigsaw rolls his eyes, passing me.
“Tell me if he looks,” I say, pretending to be on my phone.
Amos looks for me. “No… No… he’s looking back at you.”
I know my focus should be on being the heir and getting my team together. My whole life I have been all work; train to be a soul reaper and take the throne..
The day I left hell, I was free of all the stress and expectations that I put on myself. Quickly, I learnt I became burnt out mentally, unable to function through the struggles of Earth.
Dancing was the first time I felt okay and was able to think. It made me forget about everything and for the moment when the music was on, I just existed.
I wasn’t the heir. I wasn’t a burn out.
I was Asura. I was someone.
But now, I’m all play, no work. Hence my brain always being on pretty hellhounds, or white-haired vampires, or soul reapers.
The stresses of life won’t weight on me anymore if I don’t let them.
