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Delilah“Professor Grey nearly killed a pledge his senior year.”It felt as if the words echoed through the bustling arcade—louder than the crack of pool balls, louder than the pinball machines dinging, and louder than my heart thumping in my chest.“He almost killed someone?”Julian nodded.“According to the rumors.”“What happened?” I questioned, pushing for answers, gripping the pool stick tightly until my knuckles whitened.Julian was about to explain when Ashton interrupted.“Don’t worry. I got this. You always leave out too many details.”“I do not,” Julian argued, taking offense.Ashton ignored him and continued.“Rumor says that the student was unconscious for three days after Professor Grey had gotten hold of him. He woke up with a shattered collarbone and a claw mark across his throat.”Sabrina stilled.“Wait…what?”“It’s true,” Leighton said, joining the conversation. “From what I heard, the upperclassmen used to go feral during the hunt. Grey was…a brute. He was fast, bruta
Delilah“Sooooo…you got under Anastasia’s skin,” Leighton mentioned as we stood around the pool table, waiting for Sabrina to take her shot. I shrugged nonchalantly and said, “She should let it go.”Ashton chuckled. “There’s no chance in hell she’ll let this go. You embarrassed the hell out of her,” he said. “Maybe Anastasia will think twice before bullying her classmates,” Julian responded, squinting as Sabrina scratched the ball for the fifth time in a row. “Hey. I’m with you. No one likes a bully. It’s the ultimate sign of insecurity. I’m just saying, Anastasia and her family have a lot of sway,” Leighton replied. “AKA, her parents are Nocturne Academy’s biggest donors. The dean won’t hesitate to protect his pockets over you,” Ashton commented. “Thanks,” I drawled, assessing the table. “Hey. I’m not trying to be a dick. I’m just saying.”“That’s enough about Anastasia,” Julian interrupted. “I agree,” Leighton said. “I’d much rather talk about the frat party next Friday. You
DelilahI stared at the mountain of luxury bags that sprawled on my bed and wondered if I had purchased too much. Halfway through our shopping excursion, I had expected to receive a warning text from Elias telling me that I needed to chill with the spending, but he hadn’t.“You have a killer haul. I’m so jealous,” Sabrina said, picking up a handbag. “This is so gorgeous,” she said, looping it onto her shoulder.“I’m glad you like it. It’s yours.”Sabrina tilted her head and blinked several times before asking, “Mine?”“It’s a thank you and apology. Thanks for sticking up for me and your generosity, and I’m sorry your dress was ruined.”“Oh! I can’t accept this!” she said, trying to hand the bag back to me.I shoved it back towards her.“You can…and you will,” I said firmly.Sabrina’s lips curled into a tight smile.“Well…if you insist.”My roommate chatted animatedly as she modeled the handbag on her shoulder in my mirror while I answered texts from Elias.E: That depends…will you be
EliasI bristled at Professor Draven’s declaration.“Ms. Hunt is staying—end of story, but since you’re so passionate about student safety, then you should channel your energy into coordinating an anti-bullying campaign since bullying was the catalyst that nearly led to Ms. Ashford suffering a broken nose.”Professor Draven’s face darkened, and his balled fists shook at his sides.“I’m honored that you would consider me for such a responsibility; however, my plate is full this year. Respectfully, I will have to decline.”“Disrespectfully, I don’t accept. Find the time.”“You are not the dean, Elias. I am only here as a courtesy due to the shitstorm that is about to come to our doorstep.”“I may not be the dean, but my last name is on your checks, and if you want to remain employed at Nocturne Academy, then you’d get with the program.”“Comply or be dismissed,” Augustus said from the background.Professor Draven smirked and started to take his leave when he stopped at the door and said
Elias I watched closely as Augustus turned as pale as a ghost as he reviewed the statements. Suddenly, he started laughing.“Good one, Elias,” he said, sliding the documents back towards me.“It’s not a joke.”Augustus’ brows drew together and worry lined his face.“Swear on it,” he demanded.I leaned forward and whispered, “I swear on my mate.”“Fuck,” Augustus groaned, massaging his temples. “Nocturne Academy can’t shut down. I’ll be unemployed, and I’m too old to get by on my charms and good looks any longer.”I chuckled and shoved the damning evidence into my desk drawer.“Objectively, you are still a very handsome and charming man.”“You think so? My ugliness could explain why I don’t have a mate yet.”“Your sexual appetite is why you don’t have a mate yet. You should consider settling down.”Augustus scoffed and waved me off.“You find your mate and suddenly you’re a relationship guru.”“I’m not saying that; however, you should consider taking Claudia Castille off my hands.”“N
DelilahSabrina pursed her lips, rocking back and forth in my chair as she processed my lies.She stopped abruptly, tilting her head to the side. I maintained eye contact and kept my posture as relaxed as possible. The last thing I wanted to do was tip her off that I was nervous.“So…you’re telling me that you have a rich maternal great aunt who just popped out of nowhere and bought you all this shit?”“She passed away some time ago, but apparently she left me and my siblings money for our education in a trust. My parents surprised me today.”Sabrina narrowed her eyes suspiciously.“Why today? Why would they send you to campus with basically the clothes on your back if you had all this money coming to you?”“They didn’t gain access to the money until today, precisely six months after Aunt Elise’s death, as stated in her will.”“Uh-huh,” Sabrina replied carefully. She leaned in and whispered. “Be honest…do you have a sugar daddy?”I didn’t flinch.“Do you honestly believe I’d be capabl