More Than A Feeling

Chapter Twelve

"Damn, Emi sure lives up to her name of being Ice Queen. She'll surely leave you frozen out." Remembering this lunch's conversation gave Logan the shivers. He never encountered a person, especially a girl, who would directly say that to his face. Someone finally knocked some sense into him.

"Told you, Emi's different." Sam, since he first saw Emi raise her bid for nerdy Dylan, already figured that she was in a league of her own. But not the type that he'd date, but a woman that he'd rather not provoke. Either the kind that he chooses to simply be acquainted with, or completely steer clear from.

"Well, that cousin of mine got one heck of a twisted luck." Devon comments as he sips on his coffee while leaning by the windowsill.

The popular princes with Devon, but a missing Dylan, were currently lounging in their other noted spot which was the psychology org's room that they have access because of the devilish club adviser, Devon. The four were seated beside each other in the long couch.

Logan sighed, as if in envy. "Damn right, he does."

Of course, Dylan wasn't the only one who was stuck with a girl for a month but the other four too. It just so happens that theirs were not worth mentioning nor would they want to stay with them any longer.

"If you ask me, Emi's pretty but she's a handful." Icy spouted and they all can't help but nod in agreement. They often wonder how Dylan handles her. Maybe Dylan got enchanted by some form of black arts.

"But what about you, four? How were all your experiences?" Devon never really got the chance to ask them about it, apart from what he's skimmed from the initial results.

"Horrible." Logan grunted.

"Annoying." Asher mumbled, burdened.

"Never again!" Icy whined.

"Good riddance for sure." Sam clicked his tongue.

Devon found all their reactions comical. It turns out the women that they dated were not the best experience, contrary to Dylan's.

"Oho? Care to elaborate?" It was still different to converse about it casually, as compared to a formal question and answer session.

"She made me into some trophy for show. She first introduced me to her socialite friends then poof, made me into her shopping gofer." Logan wasn't used to being treated like that, because the girls do the serving and not him.

"Yours was the older woman, right?" Devon recalled that woman who was in an animal print fur coat that was the second highest bidder, next to Emi's thousand dollars. For Logan was one of the candidates that had a lot of woman wanting to buy him off.

"Yeah. And I'm glad, it was over." Logan wouldn't want to experience that again. If Devon didn't threaten to fail him in his major, he wouldn't have bothered seeing this through.

"How about you, Asher? Wasn't yours from the literature department?" Apart from Dylan, Asher's girlfriend turned into ex, came from the same university.

Asher got the chills just by thinking about that barbaric woman. "She's been following me persistently even if I broke it off." That woman is one of the few that could make Asher lose his cool.

"Seriously? She's a stalker now?" Logan laughed at his misfortune. At least, he didn't have the worst ordeal from the group.

"Yeah and she wants to be my girlfriend again. She even offered to pay for another date." Asher was like wrapping himself up in fear and just narrating that fair bit was hilarious for them. Asher was a man of few words so if you make him talk a lot, it means you're special. But not in the best way.