Meet Jade Cross, New York City's infamous heartbreaker-better known as the Black Widow.
She plays with guys at her will and, once she's had her fun, leaves them with a broken heart and a red kiss at the corner of their lips-her trademark.
Her latest...
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Jade's POV
I was bored.
Eventually, I decided to take a walk around campus. It seemed better than sitting around waiting for my next class to start.
I stopped by the Main Green and took a moment to look around.
There was the enormous bear statue that served as Brown's mascot, groups of students scattered across the grass, and Solomon Hall looming nearby, where apparently most of the bigger lectures were held.
Once I had a decent sense of the place, I followed one of the cement paths farther across campus and eventually came across yet another enormous blue bear.
This one was sitting on what looked like a desk lamp.
Except it wasn't a statue.
It was a giant stuffed bear with buttons for eyes.
That wasn't creepy at all.
I moved on.
I wandered through one of the nearby buildings, exploring hallways, checking rooms and mentally mapping out where everything was until my stomach finally started complaining.
Apparently sightseeing had made me hungry.
I considered grabbing something quick from one of the vending machines, but someone had already claimed the one closest to me.
And by claimed, I mean he appeared to be trying to murder it.
The guy was shaking the machine aggressively while muttering an impressive amount of profanity under his breath.
Clearly, someone was having a spectacular day.
I didn't particularly care, but I also had nothing better to do.
So I walked over.
"Did that vending machine kill one of your dragons and execute your best friend in front of you, or something?"
"Worse," he said without stopping. "It stole my soda."
He gave the machine another violent shake before finally turning toward me, slightly out of breath.
"I already tried Dracarys. Didn't work, so I had to improvise."
His eyebrows shot up when he realized who he was talking to.
I looked at him for a second.
He'd understood the Game of Thrones reference and actually played along.
That earned him something.
I made an exaggerated pout.
"Absolutely tragic."
My expression flattened again almost immediately.
I glanced toward the vending machine, then back at him.
