“I’m staff, right?” I say. “Er – the brothers told me to use that one.” Angela shakes her head and then snaps her fingers twice. The car lurches and were off down the road. The drive is quick, only to the parlour on campus. Angela tells me we’ll be having tea. I’m not sure what that entails but I’
The next day, I think I’m about to die in biology class. I, apparently, put something wrong in the beaker that Debbie and I are working on. It fizzles up and over the top and stains the counter a balmy shade of red. Our teacher scrambles to get it cleaned up and waves her hands all over the place.
I tentatively approach the teacher’s desk after everyone leaves the class. She smiles sadly at me and stands from her desk. “Miss Kissimet, I see you got my note,” she says. “I didn’t get a single one right?!” I exclaim, slapping the paper on her desk. She looks at it then looks back at me. She
I spend the better part of that night being absolutely and completely confused by what happened with Steven. All four brothers made it very clear to me that they were not into me. Like, at all. Now I’ve had weird, pretty flirty interactions with three of them. The forth one has a girlfriend so I’m
I drop Mia off with Archer before heading to classes. He’s locked in to something he’s reading and doesn’t say a word as I put Mia in her playpen. I tell him I’ll be back after classes and he grunts a reply. They wind up being as boring as ever. Although, I can’t help but blush when I get a physic
I storm down the hall and into his room. I don’t even knock, just throw the door open. Steven’s sitting at his desk. He has wire framed glasses one and is deep in a pile of books. He looks up at me, slightly confused. “Chloe!” he says. “Didn’t think I’d see you this soon.” “What did you tell Arc
I barrel through his door in the exact same manner as how I did for Steven’s room. Archer is waiting for me, Mia playing in his lap. This time, I’m ready. I know that I’m going in for a fight. “What the fuck?” I throw at him. “Welcome back,” Archer drawls, bitterly. “Did you have time to think a
This time, I knock. Neil’s voice invites me in and I open the door. He’s alone in his room, standing at an easel with his hands on his hips. His brows are furrowed in thought. They immediately relax as they see me. I smile gently. “That’s pretty,” I say of the painting. Neil looks back at it and