Vendetta

Chapter Five: Coral Collins is Swag as Spongebob

I drum my fingers against the steering wheel.

'Relax,' Zach drawls from next to me. 'It's just a goddamn university. You've done worse shits like heading the mafia. What could be worse?'

I sigh heavily. 'It's just... all those people, the professors, the roommates, the need to get along, being a pathetic jerk, and letting everyone walk over me..... uh!' I slam my forehead onto the wheel.

'What was I thinking?' I bang my forehead on the wheel. ' University?' Bang. 'Me?' Bang. 'What.' Bang. 'Was.' Bang. 'I.' Bang. 'Thinking?' Bang.

'You don't want to show up on your first class with a bump on your forehead.'

'First class. Shit. First class. New faces. Boring subjects. Annoying Brats,' I pull at my hair. 'What was I thinking?'

Zach grunts. 'You need to find Beneventi.'

'Yeah. But I can do that without freaking enrolling in NYU! I can't believe that the four of you talked me into this.'

Zach stifles a yawn, before pulling out a cigarette. I suppress the urge to strangle him.

I still have no idea how I ended up in front the huge brick buildings with Zach beside me.

Blade did a background search on Christian Beneventi, but came up with absolutely nothing. Nada. Not even a grocery bill, as if such a person never existed.

I had thrown my head in my hands.

'What if there is no Christian Beneventi?'

'Should've thought about that before you killed Antonio,' Jay had replied sourly.

'We need to get to your dorm.'

I groan, Zach's voice bringing me out of my reverie.

'You don't have to stay there every day.'

I groan.

Zach twists in his seat and faces me. 'Hey, look at the positive side. You aren't here to study. You can party all night, bunk classes, and fail glamorously. You can be the rebel. It's a chance.'

Gritting my teeth, I reply, 'Fine.'

I chew my lip, before inhaling deeply. 'Hi! My name is Coral Collins. I am a transfer student form Cambridge. I am from London, though now my mother, Camila Collins, lives right down in Lower Manhattan. I am an only child, and I have a great interest in studying Law. And... uh, I am downright cheerful, always happy, smiling, with absolutely no anger issues. I have a positive outlook on life, and I am the best human being you'll ever find.'

I pause and bang my head on the steering again.

'Jeez. I sound like a dying whale. What the hell was Blade even thinking?'

'You'll be fine.'

'Coral Collins? How seriously lame is that? I might have well gone around calling myself Goofball.'

'Stop over reacting.'

'I have no anger issues? Hello, have you even seen me? I can't go twelve seconds without getting my fists in a fight.'

'Come on, Alex. Let's do this.'

'Zach, would you be a darling and go in there instead of me?' But the bastard just chuckles and gets out.

I get out of the Mustang, shutting the door with my feet. Its bright red now with black stripes, with a new license plate that read N BYOND. It was the least flashy thing in the garage, even though it was turning more than a couple of heads by now.