Alison Storm

Chapter 4

Alison

I swear, if one more person touches my arm, I will burst out into flames.

First people at this University hate me, and then they can't stop touching me. What kind of fuckery is that?

If I don't like someone, I don't touch them.

Actually, even if I like someone I don't touch them without permission. But I suppose these people here keep forgetting that I, too, am a human being.

I'm off of another hour, so I'm seated at my favourite table in the Cafeteria, again. Like I am every time I'm off between classes.

If it weren't for my father asking me not to leave the building during my free-time, I would totally walk around or go grab a good coffee. Not the watered down shit they sell here.

I do understand why he doesn't want me leaving the building though. It's safer for me. I keep on insisting not having a babysitter at the age of nineteen, aka a boring bodyguard that follows me around all day long, I do have to make some sacrifices.

Clearly that one being a good coffee.

Anyway, I use my time off wisely. Going through mails cause, yes, the daughter of Atlas Storm gets offerings from brands. I'm not an influencer in any way, not trying to be, at least. I post a few pictures of me on instagram every now and then because it's to be expected.

Did anyone ever ask me if I want to do that?

My parents did, yes. And knowing them, you already know they told me I don't have to please the public by answering DMs and posting regularly, or even respond to stupid offers. But I do. I do because any negative headlines about me go back to my family, and I strongly refuse to get them in trouble.

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As soon as my last class for the day is over, I head right outside to go and find my cousin's car. He usually waits for me at the very same spot, but as it seems, Hunter had a different plan for today.

Or the guy that stole his spot was there before him. That's might very well be a reason too.

Not bothering to even check who sits in the car in front of me, I take out my phone to call my cousin. If only that man would answer my call.

When I try to call him for the third time, I finally give up and call my uncle instead. Luckily, Cody loves talking to me, so he picks up right away.

At least I hope Cody loves talking to me!

"Hey there, little meatball!"

I roll my eyes. I still don't know my father's and uncle's fascination with food-based nicknames, but alright, I guess.

"Cody, where the hell is Hunter?" Cutting right to what's important.

Without Hunter, I'll have to walk home. And it already takes thirty minutes by car, no way in hell will I walk the entire way.

I mean, I suppose I could call an Uber, but my father hates it cause it's dangerous and all.

"In his room, teaching Reece how to win some online game, why?" Of course.

"Doesn't matter. I'll just call my dad, don't worry about it. Tell Athena I said hay!" With that, I hang up on my own uncle.

Now I have to weigh my options.

Do I call my dad so he can come pick me up, risk him being in a meeting and then wait fifteen minutes until he gets here to take me home, or do I go against my fathers wishes and just call an Uber?