Chapter 4: Needs a distraction
874 Words
RAYE
School, homework, lectures—My whole life revolves around nothing else but this list. It's getting frustrating, really.
Each morning, I'm out before Lena wakes, and when I'm back, she's already asleep. It makes me wonder if she attends school as much as I do—obviously not.
Today's already tiring enough.
Prof Peterson made me read a few pages of a textbook while explaining what each point means. I had to talk for hours, but he cared less about how he was draining my energy.
Dragging my legs down the hallway, I stumble into my dorm. Hoping to find Lena asleep, she's dressed to the nines, making a final touch on her makeup as she stares at her reflection in the mirror.
She's dressed differently. Black boots. Black leather jacket. White tank top that makes her fair skin pop out.
I grin, coming to stand next to her. “What's the occasion? It's past dinner, an hour to midnight.”
Lena turns to stare at me, black eyeshadow giving her the look of a bad ass queen. “A bikers party,” she says, “once a year. More intense. More drama to watch. You should come.”
Jace tells me about this bikers party each year he attends. He says it's something about werewolves on heat, raw s****l urges, wine and ladies dressed as dangerous poison.
“I…I…don't really know,” I say, fidgeting with my shirt. But Jace would want me to go. He always said If I have the chance to show you my world there, I would. Now that I can see his world, I should be grateful for the opportunity.
While Lena heads for the door, I grab her wrist. “Give me a few minutes while I get ready. You're not the only one in need of a distraction.”
It takes me several minutes, but when I'm done, Lena's staring at me like I'm a different person. She shakes her head, places her palm over her mouth and steps closer. “Why don't you f*****g dress this way on a daily basis?”
I laugh. “I guess I don't like to draw attention.”
Unlike her, I'm dressed in a mini black gown that hugs my waist like a second skin.
Over my shoulder is my brother's leather blazer that has his “J” on it, and my hair? I don't bother to put them in a bun. I let my ravenblack hair fall like a waterfall.
I snake my arm around Lena's waist. “Let's get to that party, shall we?”
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Sneaking out isn't hard with someone like Lena around. All she had to do was tip the security guard.
Just as we walk through the gates, the loud bass of music already has my body loosening up. I feel alive again. Getting in, my jaw drops at how dark and seductive everything is.
Ladies are in black leather.
Bikes line up by the pool.
Someone's making out on his bike. Hell, I wonder if my brother did that with a lady, too. The thought of him always brings a smile to my face.
Someone pulls Lena from my grasp. He crashes his lips against hers, not giving her a moment to breathe or think. Her fingers wrap around his neck, his hands cup her ass and she moans into his mouth.
Okay.
I think I'll have to walk forward.
Finding a wine stand a few meters away, I head for it, only to hear whispers about me being a slut desperate to warm Cassius' bed. Great. I don't have time for all of these. Not today. Not when I want to experience something Jace did.
A brunette hands me a glass from the wine stand, a bright smile on her lips. Her smile reminds me of Kira. Ever since our little introduction, I haven't seen her in class.
Flashing the brunette a smile, I take the wine, but she tightens her grip and splashes it on my face.
“Now, girls!”
Before I can react, I'm pushed into the pool, laughter echoing in my ears before I lose it. I can't breathe. Can't see. Can't think.
My lungs burn as water slips into my nose, into my ears, into my eyes. I hate the feeling of helplessness. Water makes me feel helpless, and it made me lose my dad.
I was drowning, but while he reached for my hands to save me, he smashed his head on a rock.
I caused his death.
Maybe his death is the reason I'm cursed.
Maybe I do deserve to die.
Maybe If I die, Jace will come back.
Rather than fighting to stay afloat, I let myself fall deeper, only to be pulled by some strong arms.
A familiar scent and feeling envelopes me. Danger. Wickedness. Spice. Violence—everything I want to avoid.
A sob breaks out of my throat as he drapes a towel around my shoulder. “You're okay,” he whispers, arms still around me as I cry my eyes out.
It takes me a moment to realize everyone's staring at me, but Cassius' staring at something else—the initial “J” on Jace's blazer.
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