Chapter Five: Ready, Red?

Reaching out for one of my suitcases my uncle swats my hand away, “Don’t worry about those, Evanora,” he says before yelling over to one of the students in a small group to the right, “Hey Silas, Come here a sec, will you?”

The sound that came from Morgan sounded like halfway between a groan and a sigh as Silas made his way over to us. Clearly there was something she wanted to say but bit her tongue as he made his way over to us.

“Come on, Evie. Before he comes over here,” she said rolling her eyes, tugging me away from my uncle.

“What’s wrong with Silas?” I ask, seeing her obvious frustration.

“Oh, nothing! He’s great, just awesome. He’s also, like… superhot and he knows it. I don’t really want him to meet you like this though, or see me like this for that matter,” she says grunting.

“Oh, Morgan. Stop! You look great,” I say, trying to reassure my cousin. Her words were enough to solidify that she definitely had a crush on Silas. =

“Not Silas level good, Evie. Seriously,” she whines as she starts trying to flatten down her hair.

“Hey Morgan! Don’t worry about the suitcases, I’ll get them for you ladies,” his deep voice interrupts our conversation. Before I could say anything my mouth instantly closed as I was staring up at this god-like man.

His gorgeous green eyes stared down at us, with his curly brown hair springing perfectly in small ringlets around his face against his alabaster skin. His smile was wide, and very inviting. He was over 6 feet tall, which felt especially daunting next to my 5-foot 5 frame. His muscles strained against his grey t-shirt, but it all fit him so perfectly. He reached his hand around the suitcase handle that I was holding, realizing that I had a near death grip on it before he took it away.

“Hey there, Little Red. Got a name?” He said, flashing me a big smile.

“I’m Evie,” I say lightly, realizing that I’m starting to sway back and forth now that I don't have my hand against something.

“Hmm, I like Little Red better,” he huffs, “You don’t look so good.”

My brow furrows from his words, and I know it's true. The thought of my appearance had my stomach turning in knots, probably from the nausea I’ve been feeling since I’ve arrived. Something about this Prep school gave me a bad feeling.

"I can carry you, if you want," he says, holding out his hands for me.

“Um? What? No- no-thanks, I can walk- “I start before he cuts me off.

“Oh, come on. I know when a girl isn't okay, when I see one,” he says, as he holds out his arms again. Staring up at his smiling face, I can’t help but feel a sense of happiness when he’s around, which is a nice contrast to earlier with the Mystery Man. “It’s a long three flights of stairs ahead if you don’t let me.”

I cock my head, trying to get a look at the stairs. He was right, the stairs looked like a big task for the way I was feeling right now, and I sure as hell didn’t want to walk up them.

“Pretty sure it’s going to take you longer if you’re carrying me,” I say, but he just chuckles.

“Yeah right. You’re so little, I won’t even notice. Come on,” he says reaching for my hand. In a quick second, I'm swooped up in his arms and he's carrying me bridal style. I wrap my hands around his neck as he starts moving. He reaches down to pick up my suitcases, and I can't believe how strong he is. My nostrils were instantly infiltrated by his scent, which reminded me of a campfire, bringing instant comfort.

“Ready, Red?”

“Not really, but here we go!” I say, regretting my decision as he starts moving. My hands tightened around his neck, as I tried to ignore the oncoming pass of nausea that flooded my system. I could feel the way his muscles were moving underneath my body, even through my clothes. Morgan was following quickly behind us, holding the third suitcase.

Her eyes were basically bulging out of their head at the sight of me in Silas’s arms , until we reach the top and turn a hall towards a series of doors. He was right about me not slowing him down as he barrelled up the stairs with ease.

Before we can go a step further four huge guys stop us in our tracks.

All four guys looked dark and broody, but my eyes were only drawn to one. He doesn’t even acknowledge Morgan or my presence as they walk past us, but his shoulder brushes against my hair causing sparks to shoot down my body. I know for a fact that he did that on purpose, even with me being in Silas's arms, which made me even more annoyed. Instead of walking towards our room, Morgan and Silas just waited for them to exit the hallway as if they had a forcefield around them.

Morgan and Silas exchanged glances at eachother and rolled their eyes. 

Once they are finally gone, and the awkwardness has subsided we begin to walk past all the decorated doors and stop outside one that is the most adorned out of all of them.

“Can you please let my Cinderalla  down now?” Morgan says, almost as if she was jealous. She had a smile on her face, but I know a jealous girl when I see one.

“Of course,” Silas says, sweetly before setting me down in front of the door.

“Thanks for doing that,” I say, giving Silas a big smile. The one I usually use to fake it around people, except this time, I mean it.

“It’s no problem, Red,” he says with a smile.

“Home sweet home!” Morgan chimes as she pushes open the door and we step into the room I plan on living in for the next year.

It may be "Home", but I'm not sure exactly how sweet it was going to be.