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“Are you new?”
“Take your hand away,” I growl.
One of his buddies laughs into his beard like a fool. The blond guy doesn’t move an inch. He continues to stare at me, and it’s very embarrassing. His fingers squeeze me almost painfully, but I don’t let it show on my face.
I’m nice—well, most of the time—and tonight is my first night on the job, but there’s no way I’m going to be nice for some asshole to get off my back. I’m about to insult him, even headbutt him, at my own risk, when a deep voice slams into my back.
“Is there a problem?”
I recognize this voice perfectly, but I don’t move. I am not a fragile little thing. Life has given me a lot of knocks and I’ve never broken, so it won’t happen tonight. The blond finally looks away to Tucker and crumbles. He lets go of me with a resigned look.
“I was wrong,” he laughs softly, apologetically.
“To err is human. Many humans are errors,” I finish in a gentle tone.
And you are one, my conscience growls.
I don’t hesitate a second, get my change to turn to walk away while he and his buddies leave the table. The blond guy walks by me. I see Tucker whispering something to him as he passes, but I can’t hear. His body is completely tense, as if he was about to jump on someone.
“What did you say to him?”
“Are you okay?” he asks me in a low but powerful voice, without answering me.
“Of course. I was handling the situation, I didn’t need your help.”
Tucker stares at the door behind which the blond man disappears, giving me one last look.
“Matt is a son of a bitch.”
My mouth opens in surprise at the harshness of his words. Both his fists are clenched and the long-sleeved black top he wears does nothing to hide his tense muscles.
“Do you know him?”
“Listen,” he says, running his hand over his unshaven cheeks, “stay away from him.”
His sentence sounds like an order to my ears and leaves no room for an answer. I don’t even have time to react when he walks away and joins his friends on the other side of the room. His broad shoulders help him to make his way between the people who are starting to indulge in some dance moves. My eyes go down by themselves along his legs that his jeans mold perfectly to.
I stare at his buttocks without restraint before mentally slapping myself.
After a few seconds, TJ turns his head in my direction, losing his smile while Tucker seems to grumble something. What’s their problem? TJ nods his head seriously as if he is drinking Tucker’s words greedily. The latter crosses his arms, making no effort to integrate himself into a possible conversation. But when he opens his mouth for a second, his tablemates give him their full attention. It’s almost as if he gives off an aura around him, attracting all eyes, as if he rules over this small piece of territory.
And then I understand.
I’ve just found the leader of the pack.
8. Falling into his Trap
Iris
Another one?!
I don’t need to look at the poster in front of which two students are standing to know what it is: the same stupid ads for people to gather at the wolf party this weekend.
“I don’t want my roommate to go,” one girl whispers to her friend. “She gets all starry-eyed talking about it, and it pisses me off.”
Finally, someone who is not totally overexcited about this?
I walk towards the black and white poster, pretending to be interested in it while listening to what they are saying.
