Perception

Part 57

North POV

That dream was fucking intense. I could even smell Baby. I can't believe I had a wet dream like that, for the first time since I was a damn 13-year-old. The guys can never find out, I think as I gather my sheets to shove in the laundry hamper. Fucking embarrassing. I grab a quick shower and do a sniff test on the lame school uniform we still stuck wearing to the damn hellhole. That shit is getting old. When I go to grab some clean socks and boxers, the drawers are completely fucking empty. Luke is going to die. What the fuck!? Fine, if the sadsack wants my dangly bits to flap in the breeze, the sick fuck is going to get breeze flapping bits. I don't really give a shit about that. But if I get a blister from not wearing socks, I'm going to make him a lovely chocolate cake, and mix the fucking batter with my dirty, blistered feet. I'll make sure to tell the glut after he polishes off the whole damn thing.

With Luke having stayed with Nate and Baby overnight, I have only to grab Si before heading to the hellhole. He comes down the stairs pinching the fabric of his slacks to pull it away from his leg. I can't be sure, but he seems a little flushed, and the half grin, half grimace on his face says he's embarrassed--something I have only seen the big Greek experience a few times in our lives. When he opens the door to get in, his bare ankle shows beneath the hem of his pants.

"Luke got to you too, huh?" I ask, thinking that Luke has bitten off more than he could chew this time. Ugh. Bad turn of phrases for a time like this.

"Not that I'd really mind, but Aggele causes a big stir," he chuckles and nudges my shoulder, "and I don't want my trouser train to scare her away before she even takes an interest in making love," he finishes ruefully. Trouser train? Dirty Greek bastard. My mind flashes to my dream, but I shove the memories down. Now is not the time to think about that. Baby doesn't need a couple of hard ons poking at her all day. She'd probably ask what we have in our pockets, and why we haven't shown her. 

I groan, and force my mind back to what we're doing today. We have to finalize reports about troubled students; Silas and I are in charge of the sports teams.

Once we're at school, we walk up to the courtyard to meet the others. I see the same look of embarrassment everyone's faces. Those that are standing, hold their book bags in front of themselves like shields, or have their uniform coats fully buttoned so their hips are covered. Even Baby is pink-cheeked and avoids making eye contact.   

I try not to look, I honestly try not to for the sake of keeping the dangly bits dangling, but I can't help it. My eyes make a pass over Baby, noting the stretchy material of her knee-length sport skirt. She's wearing tennis shoes, and a long-sleeved polo. Another quick pass of my eyes proves that she isn't wearing socks...with tennis shoes. I close my eyes and search my memory...nope no panty lines. Oh god. I snap my eyes to Luke and I swear the fucker looks just as embarrassed as the rest of us. He is also holding a spiral notebook in front of his zipper, and him shifting his weight lifts the hem of his slacks enough to show he's missing socks, too.

"Shit. Do you think Luke would prank himself?" Si asks.

"I don't know, but I wouldn't put it past the little shit. I don't know if I should kick his ass or give him a candy bar. Did you notice certain lines are absent on Sang Baby?" I ask Si, who finally turns to greet her.

"Good morning my little night flower!" he booms out and opens his arms for a hug. She smiles and lightly jogs up to him for one of his hugs. As usual, she wraps her legs around his waist when he lifts her. I'm not the only one moaning.

"Oy! What's that on your fucking neck?" Gabe shouts and shuffles over to me. He glares a little, eyes narrowed on a spot I can't see, then jabs his finger into the flesh where my neck and shoulder meet. It feels bruised, so I bat the fucker's hand away.

"The hell?" I say and rub my hand over the spot.

"That's what I want to know. A little bird had a  matching mark this morning that I had to cover before any of the assholes in this school saw it. You're on your own, you fucking animal," Gabe grumbles.

I turn my gaze back to Luke, who is avidly watching Sang's backside. I sneak up beside him, and slap him upside his head.

"Eyes in your head, asshole. Baby doesn't need you treating her like a piece of meat," I grumble.

"Mmm, no, more like chocolate," he sighs dreamily while rubbing his head.

The bell saves him from further abuse. Somehow the little shit is responsible for this. When I find out how, I'll have to ask him to do it again, since there is no way the marks on our necks were a part of some elaborate shared dream. She had to have been there last night. I can't even contemplate it if she wasn't there, because if she didn't do it...then Luke did. GODDAMNMOTHERFUCKINGSHIT!