Bar Red's Redemption Extra

c o l l e g e

“We fit, you and I,” he whispered looking into that haunting gaze. “Two broken pieces making a whole.”
― Nalini Singh

extra chapter
"college"

Bar folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in his seat, annoyed and glaring around the table.

He was at a cafe, sitting at an outside table with five hyper, roughhousing guys from his Art History class that he got put into a group project with.

Bar was already done with his part less than an hour ago. But them? No, they decided to goof around and were all just being loud, egregious frat boys while procrastinating drawing what they need to.

So far, they've broken and stained things via art supplies, spilled all their drinks, thrown food-- which Bar scolded them for and helped a flustered waitress clean up making her give him a thankful, tired smile-- and acted like little children.

Even Bar's kids behaved better, and the girls were four years old. And the other set of twins only a year old-- his son named Jasper-Alaric Ozias and his twin, Adelaide-Juniper Olivia.

Since Jasper only fell asleep to Jazz when in a bad mood, that became his nickname and Adelaide was called baby Dela.

Where the older twins were a mix of both Bar and Clementine-- both looking like the little goddess but with Bar's nose and hair-- Jazz was a mini version of Clementine and Dela was a mini Bar.

All the children, however, had both dimples and freckles.

Eris and Nyx were ecstatic to be older sisters, and were happy to play with their baby siblings-- though they sometimes didn't understand why they had to take so many naps or eat so often and on a schedule.

Even they, being so hyper and not yet understanding the world, behaved better than the group of 5 grown ass men Bar had to work with.

Idiots, he decided. They were all goddamn idiots.

Bar hoped that he could leave soon but while looking around the group's sketches-- basically only contour lines, he knew he wouldn't be able to.

Fuck his professor for deciding to make him be the group leader-- certified by the other members-- and the only one able to officialize or give tips on the art pieces.

Basically, he would be the person to give the okay for the work or tell them it was shit and they needed to put more effort into it.

Everyone in his classes-- and sometimes outside of his classes and around the campus-- knew who Bar was and were scared of or intimidated by him.

Just because of his massive body, muscular frame, height, tattoos, piercings, and overall attitude.

Which he thought was bullshit.

All he did in class was the work or take notes during the lectures, and he answered a fair amount of questions too in a dark grumble.

He was nice enough.

A lot of people assumed he was single, or alone when he went home. Barely anyone knew he was married, let alone a father.

"Come on, Durk!" Callum, a tall blonde shouted to his friend-- a brunette with countless freckles-- before throwing a wadded up napkin at him. "Don't mix the greens together!"

"Whatever, asshole," Durk laughs and slapped the napkin away, making it hit his twin brother, Damon.

"Oo!" Shawn slapped the table, making Bar's glare drift to the redhead as all the half-filled glasses shook. "He called you out."