Damn, I was tired. I slowly opened one eye and waited for the clock to come into focus. It was 1:00. Lyla had called at 11:00—I had only meant to sleep for a few more minutes! Oh, what the hell. It didn't matter. Seth was sitting up in bed, typing on his laptop what I assumed was the report for last night's fight, and Parker was shoving the clothes into his drawers that he had been too lazy to unpack until now.
"Hey, Sleeping Beauty's finally up!" Parker exclaimed when he heard me yawn, throwing a pair of pants from the top of his stack, which landed on my head. Still groggy with sleep, I balled them up and chucked them back as hard as my tired arms would let me—missing his head by about three feet.
"Really, I thought you were dead or something!" Seth chuckled, looking over.
"Jeez, it's only 1:00. And remind me again, who did the most work last night?" I said, yawning and stretching.
"Shut it, Jackson!" Parker warned. "You told me—" but then he stopped.
I sighed. That was a bit over the line. "Sorry, man. Hey Seth, you writing up the report?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Yeah. Do you want to send it to your parents?"
"No. They'd probably like it better coming from you." It was true; my parents had always been a bit judgmental. I was their only son, and so everything I did had to be perfect. And, of course, being myself, it never was. In their fighting days, they had been some of the most famous on the East Coast. Let's just say the four of us weren't quite there yet.
I didn't want to think about this anymore. The past three days had been filled with fighting, and I was done for right now. Even if we'd have to fight again tomorrow, I didn't want to think about it today.
"I'll be back," I muttered as I grabbed my toothbrush and left the room to go wash up. I didn't bother to put a shirt on when I came back in; I just grabbed a piece of bread from the cabinet and made my way back down the hall to Archwall's kitchen to toast it. Some of the human guys had started to arrive, but most of them were still busy unpacking.
After I finished my breakfast, I dawdled around the kitchen for a few minutes, poking around for more snacks. I wasn't in the mood to be holed up in our little room with Seth and Parker for the rest of the afternoon—they had always been close, but lately I had sensed some sort of unnamed tension between the two of them. I didn't know what it was, and I didn't want to get into it, but it was just uncomfortable.
I strolled down to the first floor of the dorm, walking aimlessly through the hallways. I was starting to get a little bored, and was debating whether or not to head back upstairs, when someone called me. "Jackson!"
I turned around, and a group of three girls were standing behind me. Two of them looked at each other, and, giggling, began to walk away. The third girl, a pretty redhead with a great body, was leaning against the wall suggestively. She was the one who had called out my name.
"Hey…" I started, unable to remember her name. We had hooked up before, I remembered her, but I just couldn't put a name to the face.
"Emily, she said, not bothered by the fact that I couldn't remember her name. "Emily Bowman."
"Right." I leaned my elbow against the wall, facing her. "I remember you."
"I remember you, too…" she brought her fingers to my arm, long nails… a shiver went through my body. Before I could stop myself, I had dragged Emily by the wrist into a small broom closet across the hall and she was on my lap, her legs wrapped around my waist.
I never finished this one. It was a lot of fun to do, though!