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Dante. I grumbled in annoyance with myself as I stomped down the hallway. It wasn't until I got out of the dorm rooms and into the open that I realized people were looking at me funny. Who could blame them? I probably looked like shit. Smelt like it too. There had to be some sort of public bathroom on campus. Like in the gym maybe. I reached into my backpack for the map that Mateo had given to me alongside several vouchers and pamphlets telling you how to get the most out of college and to stay away from drugs. I found those but I couldn't find the map. Turning out to be a really shitty day. Should've taken Mateo up on his offer to show me the way but I thought I still had the map and it didn't matter because he fled the room the second he got a chance to anyway. I looked around, trying to get my bearings. This was part of the things I hated about relocating and changing schools so much. Everything is new. You have to learn new roads and street names and ways of doing things
Dante. He patted his buddies on the back to bid them goodbye and weaved his way through the stream of students towards me. “Hey! I for sure thought you weren't going to make it to class.” He fell into step beside me. “Yeah thanks for the vote of confidence man. Really appreciate it.” I grumbled. “No problemo.” He smirked. “You freaking abandoned me dude. What the hell was that about?” I whispered furiously. “Oh come on. Don't take it personally. I had to save my skin. I had no business being there in the first place.” Mateo replied breezily. “Save your own skin meant letting me take the fall for something you said?” “Hey, you took the fall by yourself. Besides, what would you rather have had me do? Stand and fight a guy in his own dorm room?” Mateo raised an amused brow. “No. Not really.” I knew there was nothing Mateo could've done to salvage the situation. I understood what he meant by saving his own skin, but that didn't mean I couldn't be pissed about it. “And anyw
Asher. I could hear the music from the frat house from a mile away. Not because it was that loud although it was loud even for human standards. A rogue hunter wouldn't come near a place like this. The discomfort and potential damage to his ears wouldn't be worth it. But me? I was used to it. Or maybe it was part of my abnormality. Not being able to control when I transform and not being as affected by sounds like normal werewolves. Checked out. The house came into view. I had wanted to slip in through the back but it would seem there was no hope of that now. There were people everywhere. I could smell the booze and sweat and, god! the lust. They didn't need a reason to party. All they needed were drinks flowing in surplus and students willing to show up. There were people making out all over the place. A girl had her tongue so far down a guy's throat, I was concerned he was going to throw up. It looked like half the campus was here. Which would not even be surprising. Todd Hanl
Dante All through class, I couldn't get the conversation I had with Mateo out of my head. Which was a bummer because the Ethics lecturer was doing some actual lecturing. She was a middle aged woman. Maybe her forties or late thirties and she spoke like ethics was the most interesting subject in the world. In many ways, maybe it was. The lecture hall was filled with twice as many students as archeology. Either a lot of students really liked Ethics as a subject or they were just here for the hot teacher. I heard a couple guys behind me say something to that effect. I didn't think she looked hot. She was beautiful, charming. But I couldn't see her the way the other guys were. Maybe because she reminded me too much of my own mother. The topic she was talking on was interesting but I couldn't pay attention. There were too many things on my mind. “It's Asher Lowell. Everyone's got something against him.” Mateo had said that. But did everyone really have something against Asher o
Asher “You're joking right?” “Nope. I think we can and we should.” “So not joking. Just crazy.” “How long are we going to keep running and hiding in shitty places like this?” I asked, feeling frustrated. “For as long as it takes. Good talk buddy.” “I don't want to continue to live like this. Dean? Dean?!” I groaned in frustration. Typical. He leaves in the heat of a conversation. I stuffed a handful of chips into my mouth and chewed aggressively before nearly retching and nearly spitting it out. I hadn't read the packet. Tomato flavoured? Where did these people get these stupid flavour ideas? What happened to good old potato chips seasoned with salt? I crushed the pack and tossed it in the bin at the foot of the bed. “Let's say, hypothetically, that I agreed to this insane idea of hunting the hunter,” Dean's voice echoes in my head. “How exactly would we do it?” I smirked. He was curious. Maybe not interested yet, but curious. I could work with that. “Well, we
Dante I managed to go through the rest of my classes without much drama. I didn't see the short girl again nor did I run into Mateo. I took that's a good sign. I didn't realise how hungry I was until I smelt the heavenly aroma from a taco stand. My stomach growled in protest. I'd been so preoccupied by my thoughts that I'd forgotten to eat. While I dug into my tacos, I studied the map of the school I'd snagged from a bench earlier. Some student had probably forgotten it there. Well that was his or her luck . Finders keepers. I didn't have my phone with me so I needed something to pass the time. The map showed my next class was almost all the way on the other side of campus. For the upteenth time I wondered what the engineers were thinking. It made no sense to me. It was all white and silver-or was it chrome,- walls and artistically carved rose bushes and dome shaped rooftops. Perfect for taking cool pictures for I*******m and making cool tiktoks. Navigation wise, It just plai
Dante.Mateo was scared too. He was doing a good job of hiding it, but I could hear his breathing increase when we got to the floor of my dorm room. We were walking slowly. Quietly. Like as though making too much noise in the hallway thirty feet from the room would anger him. When we got to the door, we both paused. Mateo adjusted the laminated ID card hanging from a thick green rope on his neck. It contrasted nicely with his white shirt. There was no ignoring that bright green. “Ya ready champ?” He said, trying to sound confident and unbothered, but his voice sounded slightly higher than normal. I really wished he didn't have to do this but I couldn't tell him to turn around now. “Yeah. Ready.” I didn't have the key to the room. Since I left in a hurry, I didn't think to take it. Twisting the knob and just bathing in was out of the question . We didn't discuss it but we both knew the best option was to knock. Mateo knocked. We both took in a deep breath at the same time an
Dante “Hey Nora.” I said, warmth flooding through me at the sound of her voice. “How are you?” I asked tenderly. “How am I? Oh I'll tell you how I bloody am!” She shrieked louder.I smiled fondly and plopped myself on the bed. I missed her. Deeply. Every part of her. Including the part that was currently screaming my ears off. I couldn't hear half of what she was saying, but just listening to the babble of her voice was comforting. “.... And then I called your mother who promised she was going to call you but turns out she forgot cause she got busy at work and I couldn't get to anyone else to get to you cause it's a freaking new school, and you haven't bothered to call me since you got there anyway so I was like, why even bother? He didn't think to call or text his girlfriend in over twenty four hours so maybe I should do the same. He obviously doesn't care anymore, but then I decided to call one last time and swore to God if you didn't pick up, it was over.” She finally paused
DANTE “What the fuck man?” I backed away, making a safe distance between the both of us. “Why were you staring at me like some kind of creep? Were you trying to give me a heart attack or something?”It was dark but I could see his movements through the ray of moonlight that peeked through the window. “You didn't let me sleep, so I figured I had to do something at least,” he replied.I was confused. What does he mean by I didn't let him sleep when I was perfectly sound asleep and he was the one about to give me a heart attack? “You were having nightmares and talking in your sleep. I stayed by your side to watch over you and make sure you were okay,” he explained.My heart felt a warm and tingly feeling. I didn't want to care, but why did he suddenly care about me? It was so insane and touching at the same time.“Um…T...Thank you. But you didn't have to go through all those troubles. I'm fine now,” I assured him, trying to disregard the strange feelings inside me.He scoffed. “Like I
DANTEI sat on the chair, trying to avoid his lingering gaze on me. My breath quickened, getting heavier and heavier by the second. It's been almost two minutes– I was counting. It felt so awkward being in the same room with him. I wanted the ground to open up so bad and swallow me up, but for some odd reasons I liked his gaze on me.I had to caution myself, refrain myself from the thoughts that were starting to envelop me. “So, how are we going to do this?” I broke the silence between us.He looked up at me, I noticed his beautiful gray orbs and then it felt hard to breathe again. My body was becoming hot and my heart raced fast, why was he affecting me in this way?He cleared his throat. “You can take the bed. I'm fine sleeping on the couch?” He gestured to the gray cushion not too far from us.I felt a bit bad. I didn't want him to lay down on the floor, especially since I was going to be here for God knows how long. He was tall and for his body size, the couch would be so uncomfor
DANTE“What are you doing here?” He smirked, handing me his helmet and I scoffed trying to avoid his gaze that was lingering on me. “Are you stalking me? I could've sworn I saw you following me this morning,” I accused him.He smirked. “Don't get ahead of yourself, Dante. Aren't you a darling? Thinking I'm following you around, like I'm what? Your bodyguard?” He chuckled.I ignored him, still looking around for a cab, but it felt like the road was scanty and it was as if there were no cabs around. I held my breath, in hopes that a cab or something would pass.“You know there's going to be a storm and no cabs are going to be available for the night right?” He told me.I cursed my luck. This was not what I wanted to happen and this was leaving me in a situation, I could already picture him with a smirk on his face thinking he has already won.But I was adamant. “I know about that but I'm still willing to try my luck and if not, then I can take the subway instead,” I said.He chuckled l
DANTEYesterday, I retired to bed with lots of thoughts going on in my mind. I woke up this morning, my breath becoming heavier. I checked the time, it was almost seven a.m, which means I have to wake up early otherwise I'm late for class already.I managed to get my sore body off the bed and started staggering towards the fridge, taking a glass of water to help myself. I gulped down everything in one go,trying to even my breath.“You are already involve. Just act normal.”Asher's word kept going through and fro in my head, making it hard for me to stop thinking about it. I knew that there was something up with him and suspected he was involved in this werewolf stuff, but hearing the confession from him just hits different.That confirms Mateo's suspicions, but what I don't understand is what Matteo is trying to benefit from all this. A part of me felt like I had to do my best, like I had to do whatever it takes to make sure that Asher is safe. Definitely bizarre.It's better to stay
DANTE I didn’t believe him.Or maybe I did, and that was the problem.Asher was sitting there, calm as ever, like we weren’t talking about something that should’ve been impossible. Like I wasn’t sitting across from him, trying to pretend that my whole world wasn’t flipping upside down.I looked down at my tray, at the food I wasn’t eating. I picked up my fork and stabbed at the scrambled eggs, pushing them around like they were the most interesting thing in the world.I could feel Asher watching me. He wasn’t saying anything, but he didn’t have to. He was waiting.I sighed and set the fork down. “You know,” I muttered, “this would be a whole lot easier if you just said something.”Asher tilted his head slightly. “Like what?”I shot him a look. “I don’t know. Something that makes sense.”He smirked, and I hated that it still had that stupid, cocky effect on me. “Everything I’ve said makes sense.”I scoffed. “Right. Sure. Claw marks show up at the library, you claim it wasn’t you, and
DANTE I woke up feeling like my head had been smashed against a brick wall. For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was. My dorm. Right. Safe.Sort of.The last thing I remembered was walking out of Asher’s place. My mind had been racing, my body sore, my stomach twisted into knots. Even now, my muscles ached, like I’d run a marathon in my sleep.I turned onto my side, groaning as my shoulder throbbed. My blankets were tangled around me, half on the floor, half wrapped around my legs.I had slept like crap.I reached for my phone on the nightstand and squinted at the screen. 10:12 AM.Great. Missed my morning class.I sighed, rubbing my eyes. Normally, I’d be freaking out about that, but today? I couldn’t bring myself to care. Everything still felt weird. Not just because of last night. Not just because of Asher. It was me. I felt off.Like something wasn’t sitting right in my own skin.I pushed the thought away and forced myself to get
DANTE I blinked my eyes open and the first thing I noticed was the quiet. The room was dim, only a ray of light coming from the window. Everything felt still like the air was holding its breath. My body ached, my head was heavy, and the faint smell of pine and earth filled my nose.I wasn’t in my dorm.That realization hit me all at once, making my pulse pick up. The bed was too big, the sheets softer than the cheap ones in my room, and the smell? It was familiar, but not mine. Panic crept up my spine as I pushed myself up, groaning at the stiffness in my muscles. I barely made it halfway before a voice stopped me.“You shouldn’t be moving.”I froze.That voice. My heart slammed against my ribs as I turned my head. And there he was.Asher.Sitting in a chair near the window, arms crossed, watching me. His expression was unreadable, his blue eyes unreadable. Memories of last night crashed into me all at once.The chase. The shadow in the trees. The monster with black eyes.And Asher,
DANTEThe library was dead silent. It always was at this time of the night. Most students didn’t stick around after dark, but I liked the quiet. No one bumping into me. No distractions. Just me, my books, and the hum of the flickering overhead lights.I stacked my notes into my backpack, stretching as I stood up. My back was stiff from hunching over my laptop for hours, and my eyes burned from staring at the screen for too long. I glanced at my phone, it was 11:47 P.M.Damn. I wasn’t meant to stay this late.I slung my bag over my shoulder and made my way toward the exit. The library felt different at night. The long, empty rows of bookshelves cast weird shadows, and the dim emergency lights near the doors gave everything a bluish glow.I shook off the eerie feeling creeping up my spine. It was just my imagination.Pushing the heavy doors open, I stepped out into the cold night air. The campus was practically deserted. A few distant streetlights flickered, casting long, twisting shado
DANTEI tell myself I don’t care about Asher.I tell myself I’m just going to the gym to clear my mind, to focus on something other than the mess my life has become.I tell myself a lot of things.But none of them fucking matter the moment I step inside and see him.He was standing near the lockers, his black tank top damp with sweat, clinging to his body in a way that makes my throat dry. His curly black hair is slightly damp too, strands falling into his face as he tilts his head, laughing at something.I don’t know why I stopped walking.I don’t know why my fingers tighten around my water bottle, why I suddenly feel like I shouldn’t be here. And then I see him. Some blonde guy. Tall, built, confident. And way too close.My stomach tightens as I watch the guy casually rest a hand on Asher’s arm, fingers lingering a second too long, and Asher lets him. Something sharp twists in my chest. I should walk away. I should not care. But I do.I try to ignore them, forcing myself to keep wal