Tears Of The Devil (ON HOLD)

FOUR

TEARS
OF THE
DEVIL

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CHARLIE's POV

Even though the conversation, or rather argument between Noah and I was important, I couldn't help but notice the short king that approached my Nyx.

I held my hand up, signalling for Noah to pause his sentence for me. He did just that, his eyes following the direction which I was staring in. Noah's face hardened just like mine did as I watched the stumpy brunette talk to Nyx.

"What the fuck is Matty talking to Nyx for?" He grumbles, clearly not a fan of the boy.

"Matty?" I ask.

"He's a dick, one of the other frat brothers told me he got kicked out of his fraternity because his anger issues were too much, even for them"

Despite being drunk, she looked both uncomfortable and pissed off by his presence.

All it took was for me to see him trail his fingers up her bare arm before I was stalking over to them, not caring about who I was shouldering out the way in the process to get to them.

Before Nyx even had a chance to reply, I made my presence known, "Do that again and I'll break your fucking fingers" I threatened, although it was a promise more like.

"Chill man" The short boy held his hands up in surrender in my direction

"Who the fuck is this guy?" he turned to ask Nyx.

"My boyfriend" She smiled wickedly, knowing that this guy needed to tread lightly.

"Cool, you don't mind if I take her upstairs for a while, do you?" He turned to ask myself. I watched as Nyx's mouth widened at his unexpected question. I'd probably react the same if I wasn't the poor soul he was asking.

Instead I smiled.

The balls on this guy, he was at least half a foot shorter, and he definitely didn't pack the muscle he needed to make up for that.

Unlucky.

Not even stopping to think, I raised my fist and landed a swift jab to his jaw.

The five foot fuck all boy dropped the floor, blood leaked from his lip and for a moment all I could picture was Connor.

I caught the eyes of Nyx and the smile and shrug she gave him before she stepped over his body, taking my hand in her own once she was near enough.

Nyx led us through the hallway of the frat house, glaring at anyone and everyone who looked at us.

Over the last year or so I've seen Nyx change, nothing too dramatic but there has been changes. She's much more out-spoken, before she was more than happy to sit back and let whatever was being said just roll down her back, but now, she was willing to stand her ground, let her sharp tongue fire back in ways that would make even the most fiery of people cower at her words.

Nyx weaved us in and out of the crowded hallways, dodging the college students that lined the hallways, some slumped against the walls, too drunk to hold their weight any longer.