The key to hells gate

Chapter 7: I'm so sorry

(Javier's pov)

"So..." Chet says though a mouth full of food "What's going on with you and that freshman?"

He shoves another spoonful of hashbrowns in his mouth and looks at me with a smile, obnoxiously chewing his food like he didn't just ask the most taboo subject on the table. I pause, my fork pausing in front of my mouth; the others stop eating to look at me, most in curiously and Johnny in fear. The look on his eyes was clearly hesitant, like revealing to much now would crush me, or rather he would. I had yet to ask him about the stare down last night. The way he lost his cool but seeing all eyes on me I knew that wasn't happening anytime soon.

"Why does there need to be something? I saved her life, she thanked me, end of story." I state, hoping the most rambunctious ROR member would take the hint.

I wondered why I thought he would. Chet goes to open his mouth once more and shuts it as Johnny hits his glass with his fork, spilling the cold liquid across the table cloth and down his legs. Chet screams, a loud scream and falls backwards onto the floor, scrambling for a towel to wipe up the mess.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Chet, how clumsy of me," Johnny states in a false tone of sadness and like the fool, looking up at his king Chet smiles, believing his every word.

"It's alright Johnny, nothing I can't fix." He chuckles and begins whipping up the floor.

I wasn't sure where the others stood, each face looking at me and trying to look back at their food was different. Clearly each member of ROR was on a different level but thankfully didn't press the issue further. By now Chip had finished, sliding down the stairs like something from another world, bouncing down the steps and holding his stomach each time like that would somehow stop the sickness. I turned looking over at him and catch Johnny's mirroring glance, how much had Chip drank? The purple ROR member was usually good with his alcohol and now, he looked three steps from kicking the can.

"Okay, you guys finish up, I'm going to take Chip to the nurses." I state, standing up when Johnny does, the Frat leader looks at me once before walking around the table.

"I'll help." He states before looking back at the group "Make sure the girls in each of the rooms gets back to their proper dorms or houses by 8, I don't want Dean Hardscrabble up my ass for missing students."

The guys nod once as I scoop up Chip, hosting the smaller monster close to my body for support. Johnny reaches down, swiping up a garbage can as we walk out the door. Holding the can out and ready should Chip's stomach feel the need to use it.

(Sophia's POV)

I'd gotten some lunch into Randell after a few attempts. Well if sitting on his lap, pinning his legs to the bed and shoving the spoon in his mouth counted as an attempt but I still got him to eat. I usually didn't resort to violence, especially on an injured monster but after I'd learned the younger reptile had yet to eat anything, not eating the previous day either I took matters into my own hands. This time Mike actually had a bump, and the small green monster sat on his chair, icing said bump as I placed the last of the food in Randell's mouth. Both males were glaring at me and I couldn't help but smile as I placed the paper plate in the garbage can.

It was almost ten when I got back to the dorm and after glancing out at the quiet yard, no noise was coming from the quad or Frat Row, I assumed everyone was still recovering from ROR's party. Except for Carla, I saw very few monsters. Most of the people outside had their noses buried in a book or were munching on tasty food at one of the many restaurants. I was thankful for the silence but had no doubt that tomorrow night the air would be filled with music once more. At least this way Randell could be over the worst of his injury and Michael could study in peace, not fearing the wrath of my hand. I noted with a hidden smile that he twitched every time my hand moved.