Page 23 of Exordium

“We were friends with your brother for years, before he turned into such an asshole. We just became friendly with you last year. Apparently, we should’ve paid closer attention to what kind of person you are.” Zeke barked out.

“I haven’t been very impressed with you two assholes. Now I’m questioning your intelligence, anyone with half a brain can see she’s toxic,” Nathan snarled at Zeke. “Don’t ever grab me again. I won’t have her talking about my Reverie like that.”

Zeke glared at Nathan, not the least bit intimidated, “There are more subtle ways to deal with a problem. Use your brain.”

Kristine was starting to look a little more cautiously at the guys. Maybe the dumb cunt realized she had fucked up. I hatedto agree with Nathan, but perhaps me and my brother were dumbasses.

I was surprised to hear Nathan using Reverie’s name and not Nexi. It just showed how vital her safety was to him. The guy was rough around the edges, but I would be proud to have him as my Faction brother. We just had a few minor kinks to work out.

“Going back to my original question, what the hell happened?” I was getting impatient.

“This girl was too stupid to take a hint and approached me again. Then had the bright idea to insult Reverie’s parents.” Nathan grinned widely, “Reverie helped her see the error of her ways by reconstructing her nose. I’m just sorry it’ll heal quickly.” Nathan gave Kristine a menacing stare.

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face, “Reverie is a little spicey, I guess you got a sample of that.” I laughed at Kristine. Before she could respond, the dean’s door opened, and Reverie walked out with Dean Mathews directly behind her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you all need to get to class. This doesn’t concern all of you. Kristine, come, let’s get your side of the story.” Dean Mathews escorted her into his office.

The Bitch Brigade grumbled but got up and left. Sophie flipped us off before she closed the door. That bitch better watch it, or she would get to know the real me.

Nathan jumped up and pulled Reverie in his arms, “Are you OK, my sweet Reverie?”

Looking up at him, she said, “Better than OK. I got to practice my swing while punching the face of an actual tampon-sucking, asslicking douche guzzling, shit stain.” Reverie leaned her head up and kissed his cheek.

I couldn’t wait until she felt that comfortable with me.

“Damn, Reverie, you sure have a way with words,” Zeke chuckled.

“You ain’t heard nothing yet. Wait until Poker night. She’s a sore loser.” Nathan smiled, in a much better mood now that Reverie was in his arms.

“I haven’t lost to your ass at Texas’s Hold’em yet!” Reverie punched his arm.

“She seems like the kind to cheat,” the big guy said, speaking for the first time.

Reverie turned and mean-mugged the shit out of him.

I was confused at his presence, “Why are you here?”

“I’m a witness,” he said in a deep voice. “What’s it to you.”

I scowled at him, “I tell you what it is to me, bitc-.” Nathan interrupted.

“This is Jet. We share a dorm.”

Of course, the two nutjobs shared a dorm. If he didn’t watch how he talked to me, I’d slice his big ass. I’d have to catch him while he slept, and probably bring Zeke with me, but it could be done.

The more I watched his eyes, I didn’t believe he was here for any of the reasons given. His eyes only left Reverie reluctantly. Just great, another one.

Walking over to Reverie, I pulled her away from Nathan and into my arms. Nathan was so surprised he released her without a fight. When he realized what happened, he scowled at me.

“What did the dean say?” I brushed back her hair, releasing a wave of her honeysuckle scent.

Looking slightly surprised at my show of affection, she said, “He was just disappointed in me for not taking the high road. Especially knowing who my parents are. I told him he must not know them very well because they would be proud of me for not putting up with her shit.” I chuckled and squeezed her a little tighter. This was the first time I’d gotten this close, and I was taking advantage of it. Was it weird if I sniffed her hair? Did I care? Apparently not, because I leaned down and rubbed myface on the top of her head, inhaling deeply as I did. I closed my eyes and breathed in the smell of honeysuckle and cookies. I felt my cock jump and goosebumps break out all over my body at the scent.

The big guy stood up and casually bumped into me causing me to let go of Reverie and stumble back. What the hell? I narrowed my eyes at him. I fucking knew it, the jealous twat.

“So, do you need me here? Cause if not, I’m going to head out.” Jet growled out in his freakishly deep voice.

“I don’t think so,” Reverie frowned. “After the bullshit comment, he told me that he would contact my parents. It all seems ridiculous when you realize we’re over eighteen and could die during initiation.”

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