𝗧𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻: ❝𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔❞

Grey

Grey stared across the cafeteria like a hawk eyeing a small, cute and delicious white rabbit.

Today was the only time he had arrived late and July already had a group of people crowding around her, absorbing her light and magnetic energy.

He scoffed, but he just couldn't take his eyes off of her. Watching her laugh and smile and talk in itself was alluring. Watching her body language, and seeing how much attention she could take before she excused herself was alluring, too.

The girl had fans, he could tell you that. The girl had fans. And half of them were little boys that had nothing good in mind for her. Little boys that wanted nothing but sex and dates, only to drop her when they got bored.

If any of them had the audacity to try something, he'd shed blood. Right there. Right where they stood.

He focused his remaining attention back to the table.

Grey was surrounded by morons, he realized. Four of them. Audrey, Dorian, Jordan and Noah.

Half of them gay, and the other half more single than anything this world could have managed to put forth. What a gathering.

"Grey... you're scaring us," Dorian- Dora had murmured.

Grey hid his amusement. "I don't care. You worry about the chicken nuggets you're losing in poker."

"I'm not losing!" he cried. He'd lied- he always lost.

"Dora, just stop. You already gave half your chicken nuggets," Jordan the other sensible one of the group (besides Grey) chimed in.

Arguments commenced and Grey could not care less. His mind was on more important matters.

How did she manage to gain so many people's attention like that? It's like she was running a cult.

She finally excused herself and got up. Now Grey had a perfect sighting of her. Her hair was new style every day, and this time, it was in a low ponytail. Shocking that it wasn't something more dramatic- maybe her cult following did her damn hair too.

And that blasted outfit. He cursed underneath his breath as he watched her white mini skirt bounce with her steps. In a way, she looked like her but, so much...

"That laced burgundy top is giving. And those damn shoes too. Grey, that's your wife right? Damn, she's fine," Noah gawked.

"Jordan is rubbing off on you. All the best in that endeavor," he mumbled. "And she's not my wife. Neither my girlfriend. She's not my type."

They all glanced at each other at the same time.

"What, morons?" Grey snapped.

"You definitely like her," Noah snickered.

"Definitely," the rest said in unison.

Grey rubbed his temple. "Ugh."

"Do youuuu?" Audrey cooed.

He thought for a while, then came to the conclusion: "No. She's just a friend."

"Liar," they said in unison. Grey sighed.

He grumbled, "Okay, maybe. But it'll never happen, so shut up."

July strolled past him as she re-entered the cafeteria, she didn't even notice him-her mind was busy. He could tell.

His heart throbbed and his vision softened. He had no idea just how much he had yearned for her- "No."

He sat his stubborn self in his seat and tried to ignore the smirks and looks from his "moron" friends.

"Look, man. I may be dumb but not that dumb," Dora laughed.

He snapped, "The only reason why you're still living is because you're my cousin."

They all shared looks.

"Just go talk to her or something," he persisted.

"No, I don't want to upset her cult following right now." He sighed, Dorian was starting to get under his skin. "Just drop it."

"Cult following?" Aude scoffed, she looked over at her lunch table. Her smirk disappeared and in its place came a face of disgust. "Am I hallucinating or do I see Weems?"

To Audrey's amusement, his head snapped around. And when he found out she was bluffing, he glared at her. "Not funny, Aude."

"Nah, that was hilarious!" Noah snickered.

"I second that," Dora chimed in.

"Me third," Jordan grinned.

"I'm glad you all think so, that means you'd love starving. Correct?" Grey mimicked Jordan's grin.

Dora spluttered, "But I'm your cousin! I can easily-"

"You really think they'll believe you? Think."

"You're evil, man."

His eyes drifted back to her table. "Since you had been allergic to bees."

"Pure evil."

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