Calista is the new girl on campus and she has already caught the attention of the Blackbourne Toma family. The only problem? One of the brothers immediately doesn't like her. Is he right and she hiding something? This is yet another CL Stone Blackb...
Calista got out of her car and tried to ignore all the looks she knew she was getting. She placed the ear buds in her ear and pulled down her black shirt that said Heavy Metal Broke My Heart even though she knew none of her skin was showing, it was force of habit. She felt the chain brush against her thigh as she adjusted her studded belt and shut her car door then made sure to lock it. She tossed her keys into her messenger bag and bit her lip ring as she cast a quick glance around trying to find which building she was supposed to enter for her class. She hated being the new kid on campus, but she hoped with it being so large she would soon become lost in the crowed and easily forgotten as the new kid on campus. The wind blew making her waist length blonde hair blow into her face, allowing some to cling to her blood red lipstick. She pushed it behind her ear and felt for the pocketknife that gave her a sense of security.
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She smiled as she spotted the building she needed and started heading that direction. Keeping her eyes on the ground she entered and started walking down the hallways when she collided into something, well actually someone. "Watch where the fuck you are going," A deep voice growled above her.
"ごめん Gomen," She said picking up the notebooks that spilled out of her bag. "S... Sorry," She corrected as someone took the notebook she was reaching for then held it out to her.
"大丈夫です、私たちは注意を払っていませんでした。彼のことを心配しないでください、彼はただの不機嫌です。あなたは大丈夫？Daijōbudesu, watashitachiha chūi o haratte imasendeshita. Kare no koto o shinpaishinaidekudasai, kare wa tada no fukigendesu. Anata wa daijōbu?" She looked up into bright green eyes as he smiled with concern. She continued to stare as she realized there were actually fourteen men surrounding her so he chuckled, "It's okay, we weren't paying attention. Don't worry about him, he's just a grump. Are you okay?"
The bell rang startling her, so she grabbed the notebook and took off.
"Interesting," The man with dark brown eyes and shoulder length blonde hair chuckled as he popped some candy into his mouth. "You know you didn't have to be so rude little brother."
"Whatever," The goth looking guy growled, "Let's just get to class."
"So grumpy," a few of them chuckled.
Once class was over, they met up in the courtyard, when one of them stopped talking and looked past them. There was the girl from earlier walking out of the next building with a teacher's assistant. It looked like the assistant was helping her with some sign language. He handed her a book and she motioned thank you then walked off not realizing the guy was still watching her as she went to go sit under a tree.
She opened the book and began practicing when all of a sudden the light was blocked from her. She looked up to see the blonde haired surfer man from earlier smiling down at her. "I'm fluent in sign language if you would like some help learning. I'm Luke Taylor by the way."
"Nyet, спасибо spasibo,(No, thank you)" She whispered looking around then her eyes widened as the group came over.
"Почему бы и нет, котенок? Pochemu by i net, kotenok? (Why not, Kitten?)" The tall man with dark eyes and no lip piercings asked and she softly gasped realizing it was his native tongue that she was speaking.
"Oy what the fuck is going on?" The man with a dark orange shirt asked confused.
"Kitten no want Luke help learn hand talk," The Russian smirked.
"Sign Language Raven," Luke rolled his eyes.
"Da same," the man named Raven shrugged, "I ask why."
"You also called her Kitten," one of the twins said smirking softly.
"Με συγχωρείς Me synchoreís, (Excuse me)" She whispered as she gathered her books and started shoving them into her bag.
"You're excused," The goth and the guy standing next to him smirked.
"Got any other language you would like to try out on us?" The goth rolled his eyes.
"S'il te plait bouge, (Please move)" She mumbled holding her bag close to her while looking down at the grass.
"Oy, move the fuck out of her way," The loud man chuckled, "Ha, I knew that one you fuckers."
"Das ist zu viel (This is too much)," She whispered as she walked past them.
The goth grabbed her elbow, making her turn to face him. "What is too much? Can't handle that someone understands you? You got a little secret you trying to hide or something? Or do you not like being the center of attention? You must if you know so many languages, you like people flocking to you for advice and knowledge don't you Miss Smarty Pants."
"날 내버려 둬 nal naebeolyeo dwo! (Leave me alone!)" She yanked her arm free and took off for her car.
"You are a world class asshole right now, you know that?" The guy in the orange shirt asked.
"Whatever," the goth shrugged, "She's trouble, I know it."
"My kind of trouble," the orange shirt guy smirked. "So what the fuck was that? I didn't get that one?"
"If I had to take a guess, I would say that it sounded like Korean," The guy with black rimmed glasses and grey eyes spoke watching her sit in her car and try to gather herself. "And she probably told us to leave her alone from the flustered tone she spoke."
