Olympus Crazy Book One: The Warrior and the Flower ((ANDER))

Chapter Eleven: "Party Time Bitches!"

I hate parties, thought Ambrosía with intense melancholy. Yet, there she was attending one at the request of the twins despite the fact that she hated them more than parties. On the plus side, Victoria and her other sisters had also arrived. Ryan and Cris were sulking, single and pissed off about it, at the refreshment table. Okay, that made Ambrosía smile a wee bit.

"Not much of a party girl, are you?" came that silky voice from behind her, warm breath blowing past her shivering neck and ear.

"I'm not much of a people person and these horrid events call for social interaction," she shrugged, trying to not appear awkward.

"You're not that bad," Andy chuckled, his hands on her hips as he moved to turn her around.

Her nonchalant attitude evaporated the moment their eyes met, replaying that kiss over and over in their minds. Ambrosía bit her lip, blushing as she glanced down at his broad chest. Big mistake, now all she wanted was to run her hands over his bare stomach.

"That, kind sir, sounds like an opinion that goes unshared by the masses," she sighed.

Dammit, she was horny. Ambrosía had talked with enough perverts to know what being turned on felt like, though their idle words didn't live up to the glowing expectation as she found herself attempting to cross her legs whilst still standing. The poor Pagan would've fallen, if not for that delicious chest which broke her fall.

"You're kinda clumsy, aren't you?" Andy whispered into her ear with another chuckle.

Her mind was racing, dividing into two lanes. On one strip of pavement was Andy, wearing his leather pants and Misfits tee. The other was guarded by a warrior, adorned in battle armor the color of brilliant sunlight. She gulped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she tried to ground herself. Sleep was calling her.

Turned on and narcoleptic... Shit...

"Andy, I'm tired," she tried to escape.

"Ambrosía, we need to talk," he didn't buy it, though she was swaying from both her hormones and her exhaustion.

"Andrew Dennis Biersack, I am motherfucking tired. Can't you interrogate me tomorrow when a sleep disorder isn't trying to make me face plant?"

"Sleep disorder? Ah... That explains all the naps you take during lunch and classes."

"Andy," she yawned, trying to pour as much malice into her feminine voice as possible.

Crap nuggets, shit balls, whatever... Fuck my life.

Without further warning, she collapsed against his stalky frame and entered a deep sleep. Andy watched, fascinated and mesmerized. Ambrosía looked ten years younger in her sleep, her beauty morphing into something timeless as her even breathes tickled his neck and collar.

"Shit! Did she fall asleep on you?"

Andy turned, glaring at Cris. The last he had heard about him, Cris had switched his entire schedule around and had started spreading rumors around the campus. Nobody believed the rumors, but they still existed.

"Yes," Andrew answered rather curtly.

"She's got that thing where she falls asleep a lot," Cris scratched the back of his neck.

"I've noticed. What the fuck do you want?" Andy glared, keeping eye contact as he bent to grab behind Ambrosía's knees.

"I was actually coming to yell at you for stealing my gir-"

"She's nobody's property and she's not a girl, she's a woman. Also, I didn't steal anything from you. Shut the fuck up before I give you two black eyes and a broken nose," Andy hefted her up into his arms, cradling her as though she were a child.