Jax simply looks like a wet dream, my hands clenching and opening as I gaze at him. He's in bootleg black jeans, a black t-shirt that’s so tight it looks like it’s ready to burst, and kick-ass boots, also black. His tattoo sleeve flows effortlessly down his arm, highlighting all those lickable muscles, and as if desperate to enact that thought, my tongue darts out to touch my lips. At first, I thought his ink was tribal, but in the daylight it looks Norse, with Celtic knots and runes interlocking and running all the way down, covering the back of his hand. His blond locks are tied up in that delicious man bun, and his short beard is neat and tidy.
Then we have Ash. He may be an Ash-hole, but even Lucifer himself would be proud. He’s in a navy suit—like, what seventeen maybe eighteen year old wears a fucking suit?—with a grey pinstripe waistcoat, crisp white shirt, and dark blue tie, complete with an oak leaf motif in gold. His jet black hair is slicked back and tamed, and his face is set in an arrogant scowl which doesn’t detract one bit from his beautiful perfection. My lips part just looking at him, and I catch myself leaning forward towards him.
Gorgeous or not, he’s still an utter ballbag, which he proves seconds later.
“Glad you could deign us with your presence, Princess,”
His voice drips with condescension as he gives me a once over, top lip slightly curled and almost sneering. If I didn't know better, I'd say there was a touch of jealousy in his grey eyes.
Princess?I raise one brow in response.
“Let’s get to the administration office, shall we, and sort this clusterfuck out.” He turns on his highly polished, no doubt extraordinarily expensive heel, and storms out.
As I reach the others, Kai holds out something wrapped in foil, that dusting of pink on his cheeks.
“I made you a pancake wrap to go,” he tells me, avoiding my eyes.
“You are a legend and officially my new favourite!” I smile and kiss him on the cheek, seeing his ears go red, and leave a red lipstick mark there. It’s by Urban Decay called Alpha, in Mega Matte and I love how badass it makes me feel.
“What the fuck, Pretty Girl?” Loki splutters, his hands splayed in the air. “I just fucking rocked your world up there! How am I not your favorite?” He looks at me like I just kicked his puppy, and I can’t help but laugh.
“I’m sure you can make your way back up there again, Loki,” I tease as I turn away and head in Ash’s direction, the others following closely behind.
Twenty minutes later, I have a shiny, new, school issued iPad—this place is bonkers!—with everything I need to know about my classes, a map of the school, and a whole load of stuff I am completely overwhelmed by on it.
Back home, I'd only be taking four classes at this stage, but here I have like thirteen. To be fair, I get to take cool subjects like Botany and Yoga, so I can’t complain too much.
Alongside my new things, I also have a silent—at least for now—fuming Ash, complete with a jaw tick, who was told in no uncertain terms by the nice lady behind the oak desk, that there simply wasn’t anywhere else for me to go as all rooms had been allocated. Apparently, I was a late addition to the year group, even though this is everyone's first day of classes.
We turn away from the office as a group and start to make our way to our class.
“Don’t fucking think this means you get that room,” Ash snarls at me, pointing a long finger in my direction. There’s such venom in his tone that I’m taken aback and quite literally stop in my tracks. I blink, at a complete loss for words, stunned by his instant...hate?
I feel a warm arm land across my shoulders and am surrounded by the scent of vanilla and cocoa.
“Chill, dude,” Loki’s familiar drawl wraps round me like a warm blanket, providing comfort. “She's inmy room,my bed, so she doesn’t need it anyway.”
The two guys lock gazes and stare at one another, Loki all casual arrogance, Ash practically vibrating. Neither bows down until finally, Ash growls, in a really fucking sexy way, and once again storms off.
“What is his problem?” I ask as I look up at my angel.Wait! My angel?“Why does he hate me?”
His emerald gaze meets mine and softens.
“It’s not you, Pretty Girl,” he speaks softly, hand tracing my jaw, “something...happened last year and he’s still…”
“Loki,” Jax rumbles, a warning note in his voice.
I swear every time that man speaks, somewhere a fairy orgasms.
The guys exchange an intense look, one I can’t interpret. Then Jax follows the direction Ash took, glancing back with an ever so slightly apologetic look in his eyes. Kai turns to me, a definite look of sorrow in his honeyed depths.
“Catch you later, Lilly,” he says, smiling softly at me, then follows them down the hall.
“Forget about him.” Loki turns to me, panty melting grin firmly back in place. “Let me show you round. We both have free periods now according to your schedule.”
“How do you know that?” I ask, my eyes widening, because even I don’t know my fucking timetable.
“Oh, I sent it to myself from your iPad when I was helping you set it up.”