Chapter 8: Butterflies

Emmy

Mags and I kept talking for a bit longer after I finalized my escape plan. We were in a comically heated conversation about the latest StarPower album released last week when the door unlocked and swung open without a knock, revealing the two walking wet dreams who deemed themselves my protectors.

I don’t know why, but I immediately looked down at the floor and held my hands in front of me, waiting for their command. I hear a sharp intake of breath, and I swear I heard a “fuck, she’s perfect.”

I am not perfect; I’m not even average. I have a little self-respect, so I won’t say I’m ugly, but I am certainly not worthy of praise. I am a little larger than most women these days; it’s just my bone structure. I have large boobs, a pudgy tummy, big hips, and a large, round butt. I got it from my mother’s side. I am short, almost 5’5. I have mousy brown hair with little red streaks from my dad’s side. I have hazel eyes with flecks of green and round features. Maggie, though, is perfect. She is beautiful like all the other women in the territory. She is model-worthy with blonde hair, strong features, tall, and skinny. Her smile is infectious, and she is a social butterfly. I am a bookworm; I even have these granny glasses with super-large frames that I use when I study.  I love learning new things. I have always enjoyed school and prefer to cuddle with a book by the window rather than go out where I can be objectified and tormented by the male species.

“Ready to go, sugar?” Kaleb asked me, raising my chin so our eyes met. I mumbled a quiet “yes, Sir,” and he smiled brightly. Kian had grabbed my satchel bag and waited near the door. I saw Maggie looking at me expectantly, and my heart rate began to increase. Kian began gathering my belongings, still scattered on the table.

“Um, Sirs, may I ask a quick question?” I started wringing my hands together as my nerves shot through the roof.

“Of course, sugar, what is it?” Kaleb said sweetly.

“Um, may I go over to Maggie’s house tomorrow night for a sleepover? Please?” I added a smile at the end and tried the ‘puppy dog’ look, batting my eyelashes a few times.

Kaleb chuckled and stepped forward until my head met his chest, then bent down to kiss the crown of my head. “Of course, sugar. Send us Maggie’s address and phone number, and the same rules apply. You don’t go anywhere out of her house, understand?” He had a twinkle in his eyes that I couldn’t quite decipher, but I got chills down my spine, almost like a secret warning.

I mumbled another “yes, sir” and then said quickly, “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” My face felt flushed with heat, and I was sure that their super hearing could hear my heart beating faster than a hummingbird's wings. Just give me a runway, and I bet it could take off like a plane.

He chuckled as if he'd read my thoughts before kissing my head again, his lips lingering on my skin, and his strong hands holding my arms in a gentle squeeze. For a moment, all I wanted was to melt into his arms and never step away. A small whimper escaped my lips when he pulled away, and then, realizing what I did, I tried to take a step back. If Kaleb noticed, he didn’t say anything, thankfully, and just took my hand like he did every chance he could before escorting me to the door.

I waved goodbye to Maggie with my free hand, and she just gave me that ‘you are whipped’ smirk and a little wink. I barely had time to glower before Kian took my other hand, and they rushed me out the door, made our way to the elevators, and then headed out to the armed caravan.

Ever since Results Day, these two super jocks always found a way to insert themselves in my life. They personally chauffeured me wherever I wanted to go and found every excuse to be in my personal bubble. That little part of me that I’ve been trying to squish like a bug for the last ten years or more, give or take a few minutes, was loving the attention. The sooner I get away from these hunks of demi-god goodness, the better.

That night after Kian and Kalen returned me home from dinner, I packed my ‘sleepover bag’ and, with Mrs. White’s help, packed another medium-size suitcase that she would drop off at Maggie’s during the day for me. We spent a few extra hours awake, just enjoying each other’s company and said goodbye in our own way. Tomorrow night, I will start my new adventure, and I will be free.

Or so I thought.