The G.I.F.T academy

The G.I.F.T. Academy Chapter 17

Cecilia’s POV

I sat down steadily on the leather couch that was in the hall, in between Gilly Hicks and Urban Outfitters. My lungs still felt like they were on fire making every breath harder than the previous one. My breathing was slow and shallow. I rubbed my neck with my right arm, feeling the marks Jude left behind. Even though I had a few injuries, I still had to stick to my cover, and try my best to get Michael to notice me.

Looking down at my skirt, I knew that by how short it was, I was sure to get his attention. I pushed my hair in front of my shoulders so that my long hair could cover the fingerprints around my neck and the stitches on the side of my face, around my temples.

“Kori, isn’t it?”

I lifted my head to meet Michael’s light blue eyes. Smiling, I nodded my head and he smiled back, giving me one of his cocky smiles (docuhebag. I’m killing your father).

I stared at him; his eyes stared at the spot on the bench beside me. I moved over a bit and he sat down beside me. His masculine, strong, cologne filled my nose. “And you’re Jayden. The guy I sit beside in physics.”

I met his gaze, and I knew that I caught his attention already.

You have an amazing body. I want to explore it.

He roughly pushed me up against the trunk of his red car. I reached up to comb my hands through his short, straight hair. His hair was something I wasn’t used to running my hands through. I was so used to Marcus’s soft long, curls.

He pushed me hard against the car, his arms loosely around my waist, and his lips on my neck, leaving the skin he kissed hot and sticky. I closed my eyes, my breathing heavy. For a split second, I thought I was back at the academy with Marcus playing hair, his body fitting perfectly with mine. Suddenly, I pushed Michael off of me and started to the other side of the parking lot.

“Hey, wait up” Michael said. He grabbed my arm, trying to slow me down but failing. I tugged on my skirt, pulling it down once more before taking longer strides. He grabbed my waist right before I crossed the street and pulled me back gently.

Let him get his way, Cecilia.

I grumbled and Steve told me to suck it up. I turned around and looked up into Michael’s eyes. He was worried and frustrated, I could tell. “What’s wrong?” He asked me. His eyes told me that he couldn’t care, but he did want to kiss me again.

I wanted to yell at him, but I knew that I couldn’t. I stood there for a few seconds, rolling my tongue in my mouth, getting ready to use my English accent instead of my American one.

I leaned in close to him, smelling his minty breath coolly on my lips, “Let’s make a bet.”

Good. Keep him interested, Cecilia. Make your way steadily into his territory. Steve said inside of my head. I ignored him and watched Michael’s expression went from frustrated to interest in only a few seconds.

“A bet?” he asked.

I nodded my head. “A bet.”

He nodded his head slowly, “What kind of bet?”

I looked at his red Ferrari, one of the fastest cars in the world. “Meet me back here around midnight, bring your car.”

He turned his head and looked at his own car. My hand slipped from his and I walked away backwards, until I reached the corner and turned, disappearing from sight.

Andreas’ POV

Once the house was cleared out, .I sighed and lost my English accent. “How long do you think this is going to take?” I asked Robert, my personal body guard. He shrugged his shoulders. I held my breath as John Surphlis came into the back yard.