Lahat ng Kabanata ng The QB’s Nerdy Addiction : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Something is wrong with Trey Parker.And I don't mean the little, everyday kind of wrong. I mean the big, unexplainable kind of wrong.Why? Because he isn't acting like himself at all. He’s behaving so out of character that I feel like I've stepped through a portal into an alternate universe.As I floated back down to earth from the explosive orgasm he’d just instigated between my legs, panic came crashing hard into me when I remembered where I was, what I’d been doing, and the undeniable fact that Trey literally caught me pleasuring myself–violating the strict rule that forbade me from giving myself an orgasm.The moment I caught sight of him sitting cross-legged on the same armchair where he'd performed his own crazy exhibitionist show earlier, my survival instincts kicked into overdrive. I immediately launched into defense mode, using the loophole I'd carefully prepared in my head."T-Technically, I didn't disobey you!" I stuttered out, scrambling back against the pillows. "You sai

Trey stops dead in his tracks, casting me with an incredulous look. "Sweetheart... really? Are you seriously asking me that right now? You still haven't figured it out yet?" "Umm... figured what out?" "That I live there, Skylar. Rather than staying in the standard campus dorms like everyone else, I stay at the Vault. I honestly thought you would have put two and two together by now–especially since I carried you down into my personal quarters yesterday." My eyes triple in size. "Your... your quarters–oh." All the blood drains from my face as my mind rewinds to last night. I vividly recall the room Trey had hauled me and Ryder into when he threatened to slice Ryder's tongue right out of his mouth. While my panicked brain hadn't had the bandwidth to process the interior design details at the time, I can distinctly remember the overwhelming atmosphere of the space. It felt so cold... so stark and utterly lifeless. That was genuinely the only way to describe it. Trey watches my expr

I instantly scrub aggressively at my wet cheeks with the heels of my hands, wiping away the tears. I can't afford for Cherry and her vicious little bimbo clique to see me looking weak, broken, and destroyed. I guess I'm a fraction of a second too late, though. "Oh, please don't stop crying on our account, Skylar boo! Please, do continue.” Sadistic joy coats Cherry’s tone. "After all, if I were a sorry, desperate, unwanted nobody like you, I’d bawl my eyes out, too. Wait, no–tears are a bit too gentle. What I’d do instead is just end it all. Don’t you agree, girls?" The three bimbos surrounding Cherry instantly giggle and nod in eager, brainless agreement. "What do you want, Cherry?" I force my shoulders back, lifting my chin as I push away whatever is left of my panic attack. "I am not in the mood to deal with your crap this morning, so just tell me what the flip you want and get out of my face. Why are you even here? This isn't your faculty, so what on earth are you doing on this

I’m still trying to process the sheer whirlwind of insanity that just unfolded, when a familiar voice comes from behind me. "Well... that was fucking intense." I whip around to find Michelle walking back toward me, her arms awkwardly loaded down with multiple plastic water bottles. "How much of that did you hear?" I ask. "Enough.” Walking up beside me, she offers me a lopsided grin. "Don't sweat it for a second, though. You shouldn't be scared of her–she's all bark and no bite. And even if she does try to actually bite, you've got the entire Kappa Omega house standing right behind you. We'll happily crush any little pest that tries to mess with our dark queen... maybe even slap some extra voodoo hexes on them for good measure." That pushes a dry chuckle from my lips. I don't exactly put much stock into the whole voodoo thing–especially since the little curse we tried earlier this morning didn't seem to smite Cherry like I was secretly hopeful it would. Okay, maybe hopeful is a st

Inside the compound grounds, a small crowd of deeply irritated fighters–most of them nursing bruised egos and lingering exhaustion from last night's matches–are glaring daggers at the gate. Ryder is nowhere in sight, probably licking his wounds after I handed him his ass in the hunt last night. Normally, fighters don't crash here overnight, but after a major match day, Benji lets the exhausted or heavily wasted fighters sleep it off on the cots inside. One guy I recognize as Braun pushes through the crowd, stepping right up to the inside of the gate. "Will you shut the fuck up and go away?! Your so-called best friend isn't even in here, you're causing a huge ruckus, and you're giving everyone a migraine. Shouldn't you be sitting in a lecture hall right now instead of acting like a total fucking nuisance?" "That is none of your fucking business!" Fueled by rage, Jade fires back, rattling the iron bars again. "My best friend is my top priority right now! The three of us–my girlfriend,