Monstrous (Sequel to Beastly)

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I walked into my graphics class with a minute to spare. Finding my way to my seat, Damien slid his bag off the chair with a smirk. I set my books down and slung my bag over the back of the chair. "Sorry. I thought you weren't here."

"I'm always here." I laughed.

Usually I'm not one to walk in late or with a minute to spare, but Andy is a bit needy of attention. He held me outside of class for a good five minutes, despite us spending the entire day together yesterday and basically every day.  He was supposed to go to class, however he picked up a shift.

"Go to class." I scolded him.

"They're paying me double." was his excuse. Letting out a sigh, I shrugged my shoulders a bit. I knew Andy couldn't pass up an offer for more money. I told him to hurry up otherwise he'd be late, and he chuckled. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against my forehead. "I'll be back tonight, I promise."

"Okay. Also I talked to your mom. She wants us to come out this weekend." I told him. Andy pursed his lips at me and folded his arms across his chest. I don't think he was fond of how much his mom and I talked, considering he didn't talk to her for years. He always teased me, saying she was my new best friend.

"I don't feel like driving." Andy whined.

"Too bad you can't magically flash yourself place to place— oh wait! You can." I said with a smirk, scrunching my nose at him. Andy rolled his eyes and kissed me goodbye before he disappeared out of sight.

"Did you enjoy the party?" Damien asked me, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned my head to face him and nodded. I told him Andy actually enjoyed himself as well. "Yeah, he didn't seem like the party kind of guy."

"He's really not." I laughed. "I force him."

"That's obvious."

I was about to say something else when the teacher snapped at the front desk. We all turned forward to face the front, listening to him give out the instructions. "We will be working on the first project, just to see where all of you are at in the graphics world."

"Partner?" Damien asked me.

I arched a brow. "He didn't say anything—"

"You'll need to be in groups of two, possibly three if we have an odd number." He called out loud, cutting me off. I shot a glance at Damien, noticing a smirk tugging at his lips, but said nothing more.

"So— partner?" He asked again.

I shrugged it off. "Sure."

Our teacher, Mr. Wilson as I now was informed by Damien, gave out the outline. It was a small project— a basic design including five or more colors as well as three different gradients. It was things I did in high school.

"This should be easy." I laughed.

"Oh? Miss Pro Graphic Designer?" He asked with a taunting tone. He nudged my arm and I laughed as I told him I didn't mean to brag. Damien laughed it off. "No, I can tell you're really good at this stuff. Finally I'll have some competition around here."

"Is that a challenge I hear?" I asked.

He smirked. "I'm always up—"

Damien was interrupted by the loud screeching of the announcement bell. We all looked up, waiting for a voice. I think all of us assumed to hear the normal "Welcome to college!" speech we have heard over a hundred times so far, but none of us expected to hear what they actually said.