Make Me Series

Chapter 7

Finally, getting to our lecture, I could focus on something else than a probably hookup that I had with someone. The professor went on and on, and it was hard to keep awake with my hangover still lingering. The more I tried to think only about art, the less I could, and my mind went back to the experiences that I didn't even know if I had.

"Avoiding that silly 2-minute silence, while no one dares to approach someone to pair up with them, everyone will be in the team-project with the person right next to them" the professor announced, breaking my train of thought. since the lecture hall was managed in a way that one desk had two chairs with it, everyone quite knew who their partner will be, but I just froze. f**k. I don't want to work with Jude... He'll probably not help me at all.

"The person on the left will be the model, and the person on the right will do the drawing. Remember, I want one drawing for each of these feelings." he pointed at the chalkboard, and I wrote them all down. Anger, Sorrow, Desire, Joy.

Great, I'm sure Jude will have no problem flashing a few poses for me, especially because I have always wanted to draw him, but now I'll have an excuse without him misunderstanding it. It turns out this project isn't so bad!

"I can see you are planning all sorts of things dear, but I'm afraid, you are on the left..." Jude's humming voice broke me from my thoughts, and for a second I didn't even realize that he was right.

"Yeah but... you don't want to draw anyway, do you?"

"I'll manage something" he gave me an almost threatening grin and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Fuck... I have to pair up with someone else, Jude will surely make it as embarrassing as it gets for me. I don't even know if he can draw!

"It turns me on when you are this terrified..." he chuckled, and stood from his place, leaving me to the hard decision of either killing myself here or letting him do it for me, in a form of an art project. Anger... Desire... Joy? How am I even supposed to make faces and poses, when he is watching me!?

Chapter 11-01

It was strange how with each day passing, I found it harder to work in the café. I struggled to keep my mouth shut and keep my comments to myself when people complained about seriously stupid stuff, and it was probably because my life became harder as well, with a huge irritation named Jude, messing up my mood either way.

As I washed a few cups, I tried to ignore Suzanne's sweet and delightful voice, explaining in detail how great and hot Jude really is. I found my stomach clench with hatred every time I heard her say his name, and I couldn't find a reasonable explanation for it. Suzanna was really the most trustworthy, most ride-or-die friend I was lucky enough to have and I didn't know why do I have such distaste for her happiness. They have recently been on their... 3rd date or so? And with each time I grew more and more annoyed when I hear about it, especially because Jude never really mentions it to me.

"Veronica is quite busy nowadays, isn't she?" Suzy's huge eyes glanced back to mines, and I offered her a tired smile.

"Yeah, she's working on her art projects... I should be as well, to be honest, but... My partner is Jude and I'm just not very comfortable" I chuckled "He will make me look like a fool in his pictures, I'm quite sure."

She joined me in laughing, and with that, she went on her way to deliver a few ice-coffees.

Truth be told, Veronica wasn't busy I just made everything purposely so we wouldn't be able to meet up. I honestly liked her, and that's the reason I knew things had to be over between us, at least romantically. I cheated on her, and I didn't even know with whom... Not to mention that Jude planned on having my first strike soon. He told me, that we would start with my middle school bully, whom I don't know how he knew about, but I agreed, that guy deserves all that he gets. Or at least in theory... I was a little chickening out of the whole murder thing.

The sun has already set when I started to make my way back to our flat, growing more irritated with each step. I was tired, angry, confused and immensely guilty about my nonexisting feeling towards my own girlfriend. Not nonexisting but... too little too late. I can't find myself being drawn to her, though I like talking to her, so I'm not sure. Maybe I'm just not as sexually active as most guys my age.

"Welcome home" with the well-known voice, came an equally pleasant scent, and I threw my shoes off to check what's going on in the kitchen.

"You can cook?" I stared at Jude, who was busying himself in the kitchen right at this moment, two dishes already served. Some delicious-smelling soup and steak for the main course. Where the hell did he get these from? I can't afford things like that, so surely not from our fridge.

"I've existed for long years, so yes, I can cook... You look exceptionally tired... what's troubling you, Seth?" I got suspicious since he seemed to be so kind tonight. Why would he care, though? Probably just to laugh at my misery, and brush it under my nose that he told me that what I want won't be fulfilled with Veronica. Is this what he wants to hear? But what does fulfil my desires then? I guess I have to find the person I hooked up with, but then again, how?

"Suzanne is very invested in you... emotionally. She talks about you all day...You are going to break her heart" I reminded him sternly, getting my jacket off and I hung it up, searching for his eyes. He sat down at the table, not showing much emotion on his face.

"How do you know, I'm not invested in her?" the question struck me more than it should've and I felt my stomach curl up, for some unknown reason. I sat down as well, concentrating on the beautiful meal.

"Well, are you?"

"Eat your meal" his eyes sat on me, letting my expression sink in and he seemed to enjoy it, more than someone looking at me should. Probably just bathing in my miserable state, but I just about had enough of his asshole attitude.

"Answer me you damned demon" I growled, growing irritated with his stupid games, and instead of tasting the soup, I glared at him, standing from my place, my palms firmly on the tabletop.

"Tell me why you care, and I'll tell you what you want to know" I didn't know what he was playing at, so I turned my gaze away from him, slowly sitting back into my place. Why do I care? Because it feels wrong. I feel obligated to owning Jude. He is mine, he has my soul in his hand, we are tied together. I don't want to share, I paid a very high price...

"Forget it. Do whatever you want" I sighed, beginning to eat my dinner. My pride choked my words back to my throat, and I was sure they could never come out again.

The soup was actually marvellous, but I didn't tell him, I just gulped it down very fast and then went the steak with it. I've never eaten such a thing in my life but hell, did I love it.

"Want some wine? I bought a few bottles" I accepted his offer with a tight nod since alcohol seemed to be the only thing that could benefit me right now. I watched him pour out the dark red liquid, and somehow I associated it with blood, yet my stomach didn't really turn. Jude was a such a sight, doing literally anything, and I don't mean his looks here, in particular, just his movements, and his dark aura wrapped up in the most elegant but beastlike presence I had ever witnessed.

As he turned to me, his chin making a small gesture towards the couch, and I sat down there. I guess he likes it here, he always prefers the sofa of all places.

Chapter 12-02

"Don't worry your mind so much, Seth... You are not alone anymore, you know that" he offered me the glass and I accepted it cautiously, scanning his eyes for the catch or the twist behind his sweet words.

" Can you even get drunk?" I changed the subject, feeling like his tenderness was just a trap. We clinked our glasses together before taking a slow sip. It was quite a good wine I could tell, and I didn't know what from he bought all these fancy things, but then again, it made me feel like a prince of some sort. What a silly thought.

"I can, though much harder than you can... light-weight" he grinned and I just rolled my eyes, pouring the wine into my mouth in a very bad-mannered rush, though Jude didn't seem to mind, he drank slowly, sip by sip.

"Does our first target trouble you? It's hard for me to believe that you are so irritated because of Suzy and I... You worry about the murder part, don't you?" he asked seriously, and I just shrugged, a little taken aback by his interest in my personal feelings. Jude always seemed to joke around, but also knows me so well somehow, he always touched on the most sensitive topics.

"I have set my mind to it... I just haven't done anything like that. I wonder if I'm doing the right thing... with you and all" he smiled a little at my words, somehow endearingly, as if my words somehow painted me as adorable in his eyes.

"I'm a demon. I'm never the right thing..." he chuckled deeply "But sometimes, as here, I'm a necessary evil."

His hand reached out to me, without so much as a warning, and I felt his thumb brushing over my bottom lip, probably because I drank too messily... His touch left a tingling sensation on my skin, numbing my lip for a second before I could move on from the spell he seemed to cast on me.

"Sometimes I forget how young you are... since you act so tough and experienced." his confession came off in a smoky tone, sending familiar shivers down my spine.

"Sometimes I forget how touchy you can be..." I retorted like an angry child, but I didn't pull away from his hand. It was warm and soft, and now that I got his attention again, I wanted to keep it that way. He tilted his head to the side with a small smirk.

"More wine?" he offered innocently, and I just nodded, giving my glass to him, oblivious to how clear it was that he wanted to get me wasted, and also even if I knew in the back of my mind, I also wanted to be wasted so it's a win-win.

A few glasses later I was already deep in explaining to him, how much of a jerk he really is, gesturing around with my hand and my glass.

"Jude-this, Jude-that, bla-bla-bla. I hear that all day! I really liked Suzy before she became a fangirl over you... If she would know... what a jerk you are, you know? She wouldn't be into you if she knew.." I hiccupped, then went on without a bother " That you are...bad, and evil..." I gestured towards him with my glass, and I only noticed when it was too late that the oversized movement caused the wine to land on... on him.