The smell of smoked leather that his jacket gave off on warm nights, crowded bars and spilled drinks. Smoke coming out of his lips, the feeling of his strong hand on my waist, his cold rings givin' me chills. Wet kisses, loud music and D&D dices. No...
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Three weeks have passed, I'm kinda getting used to this city, I haven't met everyone I should have, but so far it's been ordinary. But I didn't have much to expect when it comes to Indiana. And about friends... I still sit with Mike at lunch. Is there something wrong with me? Do I look like a bitch? Why don't any girls come and talk to me?!
Eddie Munson's Pov.
I saw Wheeler's sister coming towards us. Leather boots, a blouse that showed one of her shoulders and the black strap of her bra. Black tights, short shorts, messy hair and what intrigues me the most, her necklace with a red pick.
I'll be honest, I'm dying to take her out.
If she's so beautiful at six in the morning, she must be even more beautiful at nine at night. But I just hate to admit it. Mike is from the campaign, you don't do that to Hellfire members, as the leader I should respect the rules that we ourselves proposed.
But I've been holding out in my place for a month now. And Mike isn't even that good. Every time we bump into each other in the hallway or when she sits at our table at lunch, I can see her brown eyes with smudged black eyeliner looking at me, with a noticeable smile on the corner of her mouth. Sometimes I think it's stupid.
I'm not going to break my group's rules. It's more than obvious that we shouldn't date any member of the campaign. Well, I didn't even want to put her here. I didn't let her go to any campaign and I avoid talking about it.
I should forget about her. After all, as much as she's pretty she's kinda making me hate her. And I think it's better to keep it that way. She doesn't treat me well, It seems like every time we talk she's extremely rude, so I return her rudeness. So, I hate her, at least that's what I told Mike.
Maya's POV
After my fourth class, geography, better known to me as the worst subject in the world, Mike and Dustin came towards me, so I took off my headphones and stopped the tape that was playing: Paranoid.
-Hey, Maya! —The taller one shouted.—You remember Lucas, right? -Uhm... kinda. -He used to play D&D with us, and he's on the basketball team. A very tall guy ... Anyway, he can't come to Hellfire today. -Hellfire? -That club I told you about. —I doubt I've heard that name at least twice in my life. -Oh, yeah, about D&D? -Yeah. Can you come in his place? It's tonight at 7:00. Please come! We're looking for someone to play with all over the school. -Oh... Okay, I'll go—I told them, I have nothing to do today anyway. The boys jumped for joy after I agreed to participate.
I couldn't remember much about the game so when I got home, the first thing I did was look for my old dusty notebook where I wrote about RPGs, more specifically Dungeons & Dragons since it was the only game we had. I prepared a character and got dressed. I put on a burgundy strapless top, black jeans and a random denim jacket because it was cold. I'm so happy with this new jacket, last week I bought a bunch of patches and sewed them all on it.
