Since We're Alone |NH|

Chapter 45

Ophelia's POV

"What in the hell happened to you?" Andy, my friend and my partner for my marketing class project asked me as he sat down behind me in class on Tuesday.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not paying much attention.

"Your neck, Ophelia."  He hooked his finger along the opening of my collar and moved my shirt slightly.  "Holy shit, your shoulder, too!"  He leaned in closer.  "Are those teeth marks?"

I quickly moved out of his grasp and turned around to see Andy with a smirk the size of California on his face.

"Ophelia got laid sometime since Thursday, didn't she?"

"Oh, shut up!" I said, smacking his arm playfully.

He laughed at me.  "You know, I always knew you had a wild side.  Glad to see someone has met that expectation.  Or did he?"

I smiled at him, "He did."  I playfully put my nose in the air and turned away from him as our professor came through the door.

As she was speaking, I felt someone's breath on my neck and then heard Andy whisper, "Kinky, kinky girl."  I swatted him away trying not to laugh. 

Andy left me alone for the rest of class but as soon as it was over he grabbed my bookbag for me, which he usually did, and we walked out of the classroom together.

"So, you wanna get together over the weekend and finish this project up?" I asked.

"Yeah, that works for me.  You got all the info you need?"

"Yep.  You?"

"Yep."

"So, this should be easy peasy," I said, as we reached the stairwell.

"Soooo, who's the guy?"

"What guy?"

"The guy who bit the shit out of you, Ophelia?  Duh!"

"Oh, uh, someone I met at the bar I work at.  He came in about a month ago and we hit it off."

"More like bit it off."

"Oh, for god sake, stop!"

He laughed as we reached the bottom floor and made our way towards the exit.

"What?  I gotta make sure my best girl is being treated right.  Although, from the looks of it, he is."

"Ohhh, he is doing just fine."  I winked at him.

"Although, I suppose I should be looking at the marks you left on him for proof of that. I guess, technically, these marks on you mean you were doing something right."

We both let out another laugh as he opened the door to exit our building.

"Let me see all these outrageous marks he left on you," Andy said as he pulled on my arm to get me closer to him so he could take a better look. He kept trying to hook his fingers around the collar of my shirt to look down it to see all the marks Niall had left all over me.

"Could you be less obvious?  It looks like you're trying to rip my clothes off," I said.

"Maybe I am."

"Ha...ha.  Funny."  I heard what sounded like buzzing.  "Hey, let me see my bag, I think my phone is going off."

Andy had my bag on his shoulder and all he did was turn around so I could get my phone out of the pocket.  By the time I got to it, the call had stopped.  Checking it, I saw it was Niall.  I waited a second to see if he would text or leave a voicemail.  I got a text.