Catherine started whistling while looking at the sky as she tapped her foot on the floor in a cool nonchalant behavior, so he wouldn't think she was gaping at him. But how in the world could she not react when a giant of a man who smells like cinnamon and fresh rain was hovering over her like a looming death sentence? There was still some distance between them. Catherine pretended to just notice him as she furrowed her brows and gave him a confused look before a beautiful pearly smile adorned her face. "Hi. So you finally decided to talk to me. I wonder if you're here to give me your number. In case you don't know my offer still stands." She blabbered nonstop while comically moving her hands. "To be honest you'll be good together with my Avery and she keeps asking me about you, nonstop. I think she likes you a lot. On a serious note, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get in relation with Avery. Though she could be a pain in the ass sometimes and push your buttons to irrit
"How did he get to know about it?" She asked with menacing narrowed eyes as Joseph stepped back totally freaked out by her murderous behavior. "How am I supposed to know that?" He said while putting his hands in his pockets and staring at the comical changing expressions on her face. "You sure there was no one when we did the deed?" She asked with a questioning brow. Joseph's jaw dropped as he stared at her with wide eyes and then he raised one of his brows and gave her a flirtatious look. "When did we do the deed?" He asked in a fake deep voice making her frown for a second but when she understood what he said, she face-palmed herself and gave him a bored glare "I'm saying when we were putting our plan to action, was there someone who saw us?" She asked with forced coolness. Joseph made a thinking face as his finger tapped his jaw and each passing second was irritating her more. "Nope." Joseph plopped the 'p' and Catherine's eyes narrowed even more. "So was it you who told him
"Get the f**k away from her!" That deep voice growled in vicious menace causing her heart to stop beating as her eyes widened. Her head snapped in the direction of that deep voice. Even though she couldn't make out his features because of the lights behind him, that voice was so intense to be forgotten. He took a step further in so that now his face was slightly visible and as soon as his olive cold eyes met hers, she knew he was none other than Rasmus Colt, aka Mr. Mute. "And who the f**k are you?" Fredric hissed arrogantly. Rasmus stayed quiet like a night but the weird dominating vibe that oozed out of him was threatening, almost predatory. He took another step towards Fredric but Fredric didn't even move an inch. "Is she your chick?" One of the goons asked Rasmus to which he still stayed quiet. "If she ain't your chick then I suggest you f**k off." Fredric hissed as he painfully tightened his grip on Catherine's wrist causing her to wince in pain as she tried to get her han
At that exact moment one of the stalls opened and a guy walked out while fixing his belt. "Holy f**k! This is a Male's restroom." The guy said completely shocked as washed his hands and looked at Rasmus who was leaning against the wall and then at her. "I see." The guy smirked as he walked towards the door, Catherine stepped aside so he could leave. "Enjoy." The guy mouthed to Rasmus and he winked at Catherine who just gaped at him dumbfounded. "Enjoy what? The smell of your farts you left behind?" She snapped as that guy froze on the spot looking hella embarrassed before he immediately left from there. "Would you come out with me so we can talk?"
Catherine was in the library trying to study for the test that was given to them and would be held tomorrow. She was the type of student who won't study daily and only studied at the last hours, or you can say one night before an exam. That doesn't mean she gets bad grades. The girl was super intelligent and always got good grades. The only least intelligent one in their gang was Joseph and the complete bookworm was Quinn. Samuel, Avery, and Catherine come in the middle. "Quinn please..." Joseph pleaded with puppy dog eyes and Quinn ignored his whole existence. Quinn was the one who helped Joseph in his studies. She was persuading him to study for the last two days but he didn't, and now he was begging her to make a spell of all the topics and magically install it in his brain.
Catherine looked to her right to find Rasmus already glaring at the desk. Superb. "Sir, I think Mr. Colt doesn't want to be my partner," Catherine said loud and clear. Every head snapped in his direction and she barely controlled her giggle when she felt his eyes drilling holes in her head. "Is there a problem Mr. Colt?" Professor asked calmly. Two minutes passed before he finally decided to bless the whole class with one plain word. "No." The girls aka the cheerleaders sighed as if they were riding high on his drug. Ew!
Catherine took her time. First, she went to the cafeteria to get some snacks as she chit-chatted with her friends. When she was happy that she made him wait at least twenty minutes, she made her way to the library. He was sitting on that usual table where she first saw him in the library. Walking up to him she sat on the chair to his right. Rasmus glared at the book in front of him. "Late." He gritted that one word out with force causing her to roll her eyes. "You made me wait for two days for this work. Twenty minutes is nothing compared to that." She said with a smirk on her face which he ignored completely. "You'll cover this." He said curtly as he showed her the topics she has to cover. Catherine sighed as she grabbed the book from in front of him and started doing the work. He was no fun at all! They didn't realize when two hours passed just like that and not even half of their work was complete when her phone started ringing. Pic
"I hate them!" He growled. "Whatttttttt?" Catherine shrieked out loud enough for him to clench his jaw in annoyance. Grabbing her elbow he pushed her inside the house and walked in as well, he shut the door and locked it. Tossing the keys on the side table he placed his bag on the sofa and removed his jacket. Catherine who stood beside the door watched as his muscles flexed as he removed that jacket. 'Don't drool Catherine.' She scolded herself and looked away before he turned to face her. "I hope you were kidding when you said you hate vampires. They don't even exist, Mr. Mute." She said as she looked around the place. The place gave her cold vibes just like him. The lounge was the size of her room and she could see a small corridor with three doors and there was an open kitchen to her left. "You start working." He said motioning at the bag and he walked into the last room leaving her alone behind. 'You start working.' S