Page 66 of The Addict

“Hello,” she purred, sticking out her hand when I arrived.

“Hi.” I shook her hand, but was fast to notice that she held on longer than I did.

“So,” she began quietly, as the professor started to address the prompt now that everyone had simmered down. “What do you do for fun?”

“Umm,” I leaned against the back of my chair considering my response.

Have tons of sex with males and females, smoke until the air around me seems to have me suspended fifty feet above the ground, drink as much as I want and then vomit my guts out, hate myself and my father, sleep.

“Hang out with friends?” I shrugged as if the question wasn’t such a big deal.

She nodded, hopefully satisfied with the answer. “You must have a lot of them.”

Not really.

“Uh, yeah. I do.”

“Cool,” She inched closer. “Have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Want one? I’m free this whole week.” She winked.

“Thanks, but I don’t have the time.”

She scoffed. “For what? A relationship?” She shook her head. “I’m talking about sex, honey.”

“Ah,” I smirked. It wasn’t as though I didn’t see that one coming, I just hadn’t thought it would happen this quickly, or brazenly. “No, I’ve had enough sex this month, I’m good.” It wasn’t meant to be a joke, but I was sure she’d take it as one. That, or a challenge.

Her blue eyes shimmered, but she pulled back, straightening her posture in her desk. “I see. Maybe next week, then.”

I cracked a grin and she licked her lips, leaning towards me once again. “Because, might I say, you, Noah Hansen are–”

“Class,” Professor Rad called sternly. “The lesson is on the board, not Mr. Hansen’s face.“ His eyes snapped to Chelsea. “That goes for you especially, Ms. Simmons.”

Chelsea pushed her lips out in a pout gesture. “Well, I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I was just being friendly.”

With a sigh, I surveyed the room, taking in the mixture of hateful and beloved faces. The blend was really intriguing. All of the women in the class were physically inching out of their chairs to feel as though they were getting closer to me, while the majority of the guys in the class gave off the impression that they wanted nothing to do with me.

I relaxed, wondering if I would ever get used to this.

My hopes weren’t set that high, but the fact that I appeared to now be the most popular guy in my class could be used as an edge.

Maybe, Damian had chosen wrong.

If that was the case, then my luck was turning in for the better.

And perhaps, college wouldn’t be as bad as I thought.

DELANE

I had been afraid to leave the house, even with my car keys in hand.

Once I had opened the door and stepped outside, I realized how paranoid I was being. Really, how ignorant of me to fear for my safety in my own house. So what if my potential rapist had my house number, it’s not like he was going to be waiting on my porch step.

Fuck Silas Thorne anyhow.

He said so himself, all I had to do was stay away from Noah and I would never see his face again. Easy enough. I did consider contacting the police for a moment, but since Noah’s family was the police...