College experience

Chapter 28

I'm not sure if the shoutout did jackshit, but I tried. Okay, in case you are wondering, this will be a very slow build up from now on. So those of you jonesing for Gay Smut, it will be a bit, but it is coming! Those of you who love the humor, bitch please! It won't stop. In life I'm a fairly entertaining person. Just ask Cake 102 and Zmalanda23, I go to school with both of them.

FYI, if you like the way my story is going, but gay stuff isn't really your thing, check out Zmalanda23's The Drama Of Having A Twin. I rewrote chapter four because she didn't like it.

Anyway!!! New chapter.

----------------Andrew

I stare at Zar.

Zar stares at me.

I am struggling to keep my eyes open because the level of moisture in them has drastically gone down. But I can tell hers have too.

Just a little more.

1......2........3........Blink!

I throw my hands in the air in victory as Zar rubs her eyes from overexposure to the oxygen on the plane. I look around again, never expecting to ride in first class on a werewolf ran plane.

Of course I had ridden in first class before, but that was with vampires and they treated me like a prompt prince. Blood was everywhere from the rest of them, who had brought literal human whores, male and female, just so they could fuck and suck, finish and dispose of the corpse

The image makes me shiver, because when I got on the plane with the other were kids, their parents looked at me like they were expecting me to take one of them as my personal whore. I can't believe the image those disgusting things that I call family have bestowed upon the vampiric race. We are supposed to be proud.

Not monsters.

I giggle when I feel strong arms wrap around me and pull my body toward a strong chest.

I gasp when Briar chuckles and his warm breathe skims the sensitive skin on my neck and ear. I reach back and softly hit the back of his head and whimper. He chuckles again before loosening his hold on my midsection, giving me the room to sit up instead of lean.

I smile at him before holding out my hand toward Zar, looking at her expectingly. She sighs heavily before reaching in her pocket and grabbing a wad of cash.

I smile again before taking my time to make sure it was all there.

48........49.........50.

It's all here.

Zar looks down cast before going over to Abram and leaning on his shoulder. He leans his head, which is nodding to his phone, probably a playlist Hannah made for him, on to her's in a gesture of comfort.

"Anyone else?" I ask while looking into everyone's eyes.

They all shake their heads and I snort in amusement.

"You've whipped all of my friends." Briar tries to stifle his laughter, but judging by the glares sent his way, it wasn't working.

"Let's do something productive....." Jill whines.

John starts to rummage around in his bag before he lets out a 'found it!' and takes out a pack of cards.

"Oooh, let's play BS!" Becca says.

"You mean Bullshit? We are adults here, say it proud, woman!" John says her way.

Briar looks at me and I smirk and give the international sign for 'shhhhhh'. He smirks back and nods. He and I play BS when ever we are bored and he's not in heat. He knows about my supernatural luck when it comes to the card game, and he knows I can tell a lie from a mil away, but no one else does.

About six games later, everyone is broke and I am at least 300 dollars richer than before getting on the plane.

"What are you, psychic?!" John screams.

"No, I am. That was just his supernatural luck." Says Becca, the only one not to bet her money against me. At least now I know why.

I smirk at them all, mentally counting the money that now rests in my pocket.

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A few, maybe 2 hours later, everyone is either sitting in their seats they were assigned too, or were in switched seats so they could sit next to their partners or significant other. I lay content against Briar's firm chest, watching a movie while he silently reads a book, using my head as a prop up.

I whimper lowly when a searing ache makes itself known deep in my esophagus. I thought it was quiet, but Briar, with his damned werewolf senses, heard my loud and clear.

"Do you need blood?" He whispers in my ear. I look skeptically around the first class section of the plane. I was nervous to drink blood around these people.

Briar must have noticed. "It's okay, Andrew. No one will judge you." He says soothingly, but I can't help but look around nervously. He eventually sighed and made the decision for me.

The next thing I know, he is waving over a flight attendant and starts speaking rapid French. She nods with a smile and disappears, only to come back with a wine glass full of red liquid. After a whiff, I can tell it's blood.

Classy.

I take the glass carefully, not wanting to drop it from my shaking hand.

"Thank you," I smile. She smiles back.

"Anything for a descendent of Dracula! If you need anything, don't hesitate. However, anything like this," she says pointing to the glass in my hand, "will need to be said in a native tongue, such as French. Since your German, that will work." She smiles agin before leaving to serve the others on the plane.

I look back to a smiling Briar, and I tip the glass toward my lip. When the warm liquid reaches the back of my throats and makes its way down my esophagus, I moan.

I finish the glass quickly, starving from not have any blood for three days straight.

I lean back into Briar's out stretched arms, and nestle my head under his chin.

I smile again. When did I become a smile obsessed Nimrod?