from a yogurt.”
There was no point in hiding it now. “I'm going to fucking kill him,
I swear.” I frowned down at the newly made stain and almost gagged at the
memories. “Idiot.”
Every time I looked down at the stain, I felt a new hatred for the
culprit play in my head. Did he really have to be so clumsy? He couldn't just...
ugh. I shook my head. Maybe I could go back to my dorm without being seen.
When I brought my eyes back to Tristan, he was still standing there,
staring at the stain. But it was as if he was glaring at it, like it shouldn't
be there. It was also starting to feel awkward because it was right on the
inside of my thigh.
“Looks like I'm going home to change.” I finally stated, making this
my time to leave.
Tristan looked at my jeans for a few more seconds before he moved
his eyes up and nodded. “Yeah, I'll see you later, M.”
I watched him head back to the theater, probably to wait for Tori to
come out and be all PG-13 with him. I couldn't help but wonder what was running
through his head when he saw the stain. Judging by his face, I thought he was
going to make me take them off right here, just so he could burn them.
Actually, that's what I wanted to do right now.
If this was another life, I probably would've avoided this whole
thing altogether. Actually, I might have been the one that would be picked up
by Tristan, not Tori.
Turning, I groaned in my head. “Why couldn't I just be a normal
person?” I started speaking as I walked. “I had to be a demon. I couldn't be
Superwoman, or Catwoman but a demon was apparently free on the list. Worst job
ever.”
Three – Misinterpreted Distraction
“I love your demon side!” Melinda exclaimed. “Okay, okay, let me get
the gist of this. You fucked Ryan Smith in the bathroom today? Oh
my God and what makes this better is that Tristan heard everything! ” She
hunched over and laughed uncontrollably.
At least someone is entertained by this.
“Could you take this seriously, please?” I said, sitting down with a
bowl of popcorn.
“What's to be serious about? You unleashed your demon on Ryan and
then the demon wanted Tristan right after.” She wagged her brows seductively.
“You make it sound like I'm some kind of sex goddess,” I mumbled,
shoveling a handful of popcorn in my mouth.
We were hanging out on the couches in my dorm room. The living room
was small, but big enough to fit two couches opposite each other, a nice coffee
table in the middle, a medium-sized TV sitting in the corner, and a lamp. The
kitchen however, wasn't the greatest. The smallish space was enough for both
Jamie and I to fit in, but if you add another person, you're asking for a tight
squeeze. Jamie's bedroom was next to the bathroom which took up the left side
of the dorm, while my bedroom took up the front side. It wasn't perfect,
especially during the winter. The only thing carpeted was the living room. I
wouldn't change anything though, as annoying as hard-floors were, they were
easier to clean.
And this was home.
“Uh, Maya, if you haven't noticed, you practically are a sex
goddess. You have a body to kill for, a personality that kind of needs a bit of
work—”
“I find that offensive.”
She ignored me and leaned forward. “And you also have a demon inside
you that likes when a man is near, his arms securing themselves around you
while he trails hot and sexual kisses down your neck,” her voiced lowered down
to a rough whisper, her arms demonstrating the next part, “then he'll part your
thighs and place his key right into your ignition.”
I forgot how to chew and the lump of popcorn that was starting to
move down my throat was uncomfortable. “Wow, Mel, for a second there I was
almost horny.”
“Really?” she grinned.
“Of course not, what do you think I am, a car?”
I saw her eyes roll and she shrugged, leaning back. “If you like the
ride or die sort of thing.”
I stopped chewing on the popcorn altogether, and suddenly I
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