THREE

  Norbert woke up with a splitting headache. His eyes and throat was sore, and he knew his voice was going to be even more hoarse. 

        Someone was definitely banging a Zulu drum in his head, cos' it really hurt. He winced and shut his eyes again.

         Something warm was wrapped around him, and as he struggled to look... he realized it wasn't something. 

        It was someone.. A female, a sleeping angel, so soft he didn't ever want to let go of her.. ever!!

            It was Rachel.. A Rachel with his hickey.

           Then everything from last night replayed vividly in his head.. The kiss. God!! That kiss, he wanted it again and he was going to get it.

          Gently unwrapping himself from her, he made it to the bathroom.

          She was awake when he returned, wearing his favorite t-shirt. 

         Hot! Hot! Hot! Was all she was.

  Her red hair was scattered all over her face and shoulders and she looked disturbingly sexy.

            He felt so suddenly addicted.

       He was going to feed on that body till he was satisfied.

        In Playboy or man terms, Time to pounce!!

          "Isn't it a bit weird that you're in my room, on my bed, in my favorite t-shirt, all tangly and sexy?!"

            He teased, smirking at her.

      She narrowed her eyes at him before responding,"And isn't it a surprise that Winchester demigod was found drunk in someone's backyard, and got saved by a girl who he tortured sometime ago, and probably is getting one of the worst hangovers ever?!" 

        She gave him a very evil smile.

       "You are Jezebel, Eve, Delilah, Heriodias, and Lucifer's daughter all in one. Thanks for last night anyways. I must have been a mess."

     

           "You know even a name from the Bible?" She asked, in mock pretense.

"Who would've thought? You're welcome by the way. I gotta go now." She was up from the bed in a second, and in the bathroom packing her stuff in the next.

           He stood by the door, obstructing her attempt to leave the room. "Where the hell are you in a rush to?"

            "Well, you could put a shirt on so we could talk. I don't wanna talk, I just wanna go" She pushed past him but ended up with her back to the door, his hands pressing the door tight.

She was stuck between him and the door. Exhaling in defeat, all she did was stare at him, right into his blue skies of eyes. 

            "I loved that kiss.. infact I think I want it again.." He didn't bother to complete the statement. Instead, he took her soft, luscious lips with his.

           Rachel tore away this time.

      "Damn you Norbert!! I cannot be another one of your conquests. You've suffered me enough to want to repeat it again." Tears gathered at her eyes.

            "Hey! Relax.."

         She eyed him bitterly. "I gotta go now. I stumbled into helping you, but trust me.. I don't wanna even know you." With that, she pushed him and opened the door.

        "Rachel Adams! This isn't the end... And meanwhile, you have my hickey." He was pretty sure she'd heard before she slammed the door.

                         ~

            Rachel returned to her dorm needy and shaky. Her blood was so fevered, and she was seeing red. Which was why she didn't see Zoey on time.

           She was sliding down the door to the floor. "Where the hell have you been all night?!" 

           "What the fuck! You just scared the shit outta me!" She rose back to her feet, eyeing her best friend gullibly.

            Zoey was not having any of it. "Where were you? I almost went berserk. You disappeared like magic, I didn't even hear the 'poof' sound!"

              Rachel rolled her eyes, zooming past her and dropping on the bed. Zoey and dramatic, 5 and 6.

           "I was stuck up with..."

         "-OMG!! Is that a hickey on your neck?? Who the hell have you been feeding your blood to, sneaky pants?!"

           Zoey closed her eyes trying to force away the thoughts.. the images. Why was just a kiss giving her so much hard time. She'd been kissed before..

            "I was with Karter last night.."

  Zoey's eyes went wide like two poddles. "I'm sorry, what?!"

              "Just let me explain, please. After dancing, i felt a bit tipsy so I went out for a walk to clear my head..."

            Zoey muttered in a sarcastic voice, "Turns out you did!"

           "Zoeyyy!!" Rachel snapped, her white teeth nibbling on her lower lips. "He was drunk and I helped him to his dorm. I kinda crashed there."

           "You still haven't answered my question. Why the hell is a hickey..  oh! The light dawns- Norbert."

           Rachel shook her head, "It was an accident.."

           "How? He tripped and fell on your neck?" She gave a brief pause before asked slowly, infact, very slowly. "Did you guys have sex?"

            "What?? No.. No, we did not!" Rachel roared with certainty, as if she didn't even believe herself. Nothing had happened. At least they were still both clothed.

           "Rachel... I love the hell out of you and I don't wanna see you get hurt. Life is cruel, and if you're not careful, it comes devouring at you. It will swallow you whole. 

            "Norbert does not deserve you at all. He couldn't stand up for you to that witch of a girl. Don't let him hurt you again. I blame him completely for everything. If he had defended you, Allison wouldn't have had her way. It's called the Fates and you gotta promise me you'll be careful"

       Rachel smiled, twining their fingers together. "I promise!"

              "Good! If you need a shoulder to lean on, I'm just a call away."

          After a long silence, Zoey piped again. "Girl!! You spent an entire night with the Almighty Norbert Karter and he didn't rip your panties and get between your legs.. Girl, you're a legend, an icon..."

             "La la la la" Rachel warbled loudly. Zoey was trying to get to her and she wouldn't have it, either.

           Her best friend was laughing as she rose to her feet. "You look like shit! How about I run the hot tub and get you some food?!"

             "You're the best!" Rachel drawled in a slur, her thoughts already drifting...

                            `

            She walked into the school gates with her files pressed to her breasts. She was alone.

          Zoey had an early class and she had to skip a class too, because of her appointment with the dean.

           A loud roar sent her jolting, and she spun around to it's direction. She should have known.

         Who would demand such attention? Norbert Karter on his black beast of a motorcycle. She watched... She couldn't help but watch his every move. He looked like he just rode straight outta hell.

            As if he knew she was staring, he turned in her direction and gave her a very flirtatious smile. A bit embarrassed, she spun around and walked away, suddenly angry with herself as to why she was suddenly so conscious of her steps.

             

              Rachel stopped at the Dean's office and knocked twice. A raspy 'come in' ushered her in. The Dean sat tiredly on his swivel chair, glasses pressed on his nose.

             Mr Rutherford was one of the only person in the school that cared about her. He'd always been there for her, and she considered him a friend.

             "Good morning Mr Rutherford!" 

         The man's head whipped from the computer. "Miss Adams!" He smiled at her. "Have a seat please."

            She did as he asked, anxious to hear what he had to say. 

           "I'm so happy to see you back In school. I never thought you'd come back, but I'm glad you chose your education.

            "You're one of the smart ones. I guess I don't have to be worried I'll loose you." Rachel smiled at him.

             "I can't begin to imagine what last semester must have been for you. Listen, I want you to pick yourself up. Gather momentum, find your confidence and get it from where you left it. You have to prove everyone wrong. You must let them see the real you. They'll  appreciate you, I know. Don't let their minds hold on to what she left off. I just want you to be careful. College is a whole new world, especially in America. You have to stand up for yourself, prove yourself. And be careful! 

         "I will be here if you need anything, okay?"

           Rachel moisturized her lips before replying, "Okay. Thank you sir!"

            She scrambled to her feet to leave, but he stopped her.

            "Um.. you've got a mail from home. Have a nice day, Miss Adams"

Rachel couldn't help but grin at the mail. Her parents just wouldn't get used to technology.

                She was out of the Dean's office In a few seconds. She was too busy with her files, trying to juggle them with her luggage that she ended up bumping into the wall of someone.

             "You shouldn't be reading that in a hallway of walking human species."

            More like walking dead. "And not a single fuck was given!" Rachel purred with a sly smile, sauntering past him.

                He raced after her, already catching up with just a few steps. 

           "No one ever told you not to walk out on people like that?!"

           She stopped abruptly In mid track he almost bumped into her. She was dressed in a beautiful sunflower yellow gown. The girl was a goddess!!

           "What is it Norbert?" She snapped. "Surely, you wouldn't be stalking a girl like me if you didn't have anything to say like- Excuse me, I thought last night was fun, but did I accidentally drop my Spiderman boxers in your purse."

          She batted her lashes, knowing he'd been shocked at her outburst, and he got the peppered statement.

          He swirled like a three year old In need of chocolates through blackmail. "Well, I was thinking we could hang out sometime, maybe Netflix and chill..."

             "Thanks for offering Karter. Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not one of those girls you offer dinner, then drag to your bed."

           "Come on please. Just ten minutes, it won't hurt. I promise I won't waste your time, I'll make it worth it." He pleaded as though his life depended on it.

           "No!"

              "Yes!"

           "No!" She snapped again, shooting him a warning look.

         "Please.. trust me. "

        "Is that you asking me to trust you?!' Her ire was rising and Norbert sensed it.

          "I'm sorry... Please.. Okay, I know we started off in the worst way, but let's begin again. Go out with me?"

            Rachel exhaled heavily, and after a while, she rasped, "If that was your best shot, I think you're loosing your mind. Fine. 10 minutes. Like I said before and meant it, I don't want anything to do with you. People still have really nasty thoughts of me and I don't want that. This will be the first and the last. 5pm, do not be late."

          She spun on her heels and skipped away like a five year old. Norbert leaned on a locker still watching her, with her catalytic smile on his face.