Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series (4 page)

I slam the bed with my fist and then stretch my fingers, cracking
them. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but there’s no turning back now. I’m in
this school, and I’m going to make my brother proud.

I just wish I could’ve gone somewhere other than this
dealer-infested place. It’s like they’re everywhere nowadays. Well, they’re
obviously at this school too, since Jessie told me the only choice I had was
this school. I know it has something to do with the money he gets from them.
This entire school is their playground.

Well, no use thinking about it now. Got something to deliver.

I get up from the bed and walk toward her room, coming to a halt
right in the open door. The first thing I see is rosy flesh peeking out from
underneath her skirt, her ass sticking out toward me, barely covered by small
purple panties. Holy shit.

I swallow, trying to will down the boner I’m getting.

She’s rummaging through her suitcase, throwing out stuff as she goes
along, and I’m just standing here watching her perky ass. I feel like a
pervert.

I clear my throat, trying not to sound like a horny asshole.
“Looking for this?” I hold up the bracelet.

Startled, she turns around and gapes at me. Her eyes widen, her full
lips quivering. Her ass lowers as she gets up from the floor, and for a moment
I’m actually disappointed that I can no longer stare at it.

I’m leaning against the door frame, waiting until she responds. The
only problem is, she doesn’t.

“This is yours, right?” I say, swaying the bracelet back and forth
between my fingers.

I’m sure I saw her drop this, so it has to be. But she keeps staring
at me like I’m some kind of alien. As if my mojo has paralyzed her.

She turns around and starts walking toward me slowly, almost in a
creeping motion. With her lips smashed together and her fists by her side, she
looks like she’s panicking a little. As if she’s afraid or something.

My eyebrows inch closer together, and my lips curl up into a smile.
The closer she comes, the better I can see those brilliant blue eyes that
remind me of the ocean. Her curly hair is less messy, but looks good on her as
she tucks a strand behind her ear. An inch of pale skin is revealed underneath
as she moves it away from her neck, and suddenly my eyes are drawn to it like a
bat seeing succulent flesh to bite. Hmm …

She seems affected by my presence, which is kind of funny to see.
She can barely nod as she steps in front of me, her eyes flashing toward the
bracelet and then back to me. Frozen, she doesn’t move an inch. I don’t even
think she’s breathing right now.

And then her eyes skim my body from top to bottom, her mouth still
open. Her lips tremble as her eyes slowly creep up toward my chest. I can see
her swallow as she reaches my face and sees me staring back at her.

Nice.

Checking me out, huh?

I can’t stop the smirk forming on my face.

She looks kind of cute when she’s abashed.

“You can’t talk?” I say, holding back a chuckle.

A pink flush spreads across her cheeks. She pushes her glasses
farther up her nose, and says, “Yeah. I was so scared I lost it. Where’d you
find it?”

Her high voice is soft and sweet, and it drifts in and out of my
head like a melody. For some reason it makes every other thought I previously
had disappear.

I cock my head. “Outside. Thought it was yours. It looked
expensive.”

She holds out her hand stiffly. Well, so much for a conversation
starter. If she thinks I’m going to give it back that easily, she’s wrong.
Well, at least not before I get her to actually look me in the eye without
freaking out. I don’t know why, but I want her to talk to me. I want to find
out who she is.

Besides, she dropped this thing and didn’t even come looking for it.
It’s a waste of money, which is never a good thing. But it does look like
something she’d miss.

“I think it’s important to be careful with stuff you think is
valuable,” I say. “Money doesn’t grow on trees. Besides, not everything can be
replaced.”

Her brows furrow, and I can hear her breathing through her nose. Her
entire attitude shifts in a second. It’s as if the goofy, insecure nerd has
disappeared, and suddenly there’s this annoyed girl standing right in front of
me. She looks pissed. It’s hot.

Makes me want to tease her some more. Especially when she looks at
me like that, all furious and boiling inside.

I like that I have that effect on her.

“I agree, but I lost it by accident. Can I have it back now?” she
says.

Her hand comes up. My eyes flash toward her tits, which bounce up in
her top as she stretches her body close to mine. She tries to snatch the
bracelet from my hand, but I pull back right before she gets it. Damn, Jaret
was right about these college girls.

I have to hold myself back.

But when I see her angry face, all I want to do is laugh and taunt
her some more. She’s being really ungrateful that I fetched her bracelet for
her. Maybe I should just
not
give it to her until she begs me. I wonder
what she’d sound like. I’d like to hear her beg.

“What kind of a ‘thank you’ is that?” I say.

She crosses her arms and sighs. “Thank you.”

It comes out like a snarl. Nope, not thankful at all.

I tilt my head. She looks even prettier from a different angle. I
wonder if she knows.

I’m still waiting for more, though. Dangling the bracelet in front
of her, I say, “That all?”

“Yes. What else do you want from me?”

There are a million things I could say to answer that question, but
none of them would be even mildly appropriate. What I want from her? A lot.
Although I doubt she’d want to give it to me.

I settle for the most obvious thing. “Your name.”

I look at her and smile, wanting her to see how ridiculously annoyed
she’s acting, and how funny it is. I fold my arms and copy her, but I make sure
not to give her the opportunity to snatch the bracelet away by tucking it deep
into the crook of my elbow. She can’t have it yet. It’s the only thing that
forces her to stay and talk to me.

Maybe it’s a sly, dirty trick, and I should feel guilty about it,
but I don’t. If this is what it takes to make contact, I’ll do it.

I do want to connect with someone at the very least. She seems like
the type of girl who understands what it’s like to be the underdog. To know
what it’s like to be less than what you want to be. Someone I could relate to.

“Autumn Blakewood. Yours?” she says, sounding more annoyed by the
second.

Autumn? Like the fall? It’s so ironic, considering she was just
covered in leaves. Quite amusing, actually.

But I’ve never heard a name like that before. “Autumn? What kind of
name is that for a girl?” Only after I say it do I realize how obnoxious I
sound. Shit. That’s not what I had in mind.

Her nostrils flare, and her brows draw together. “Well I like it.”

A girl who doesn’t agree with everything I say just because of my
looks or who I’m involved with. That’s nice for a change. I’m beginning to like
her more and more.

Maybe we’ll get along perfectly fine. I’d love that, since she’s so
annoyingly cute I just want to mess with her all day.

I pull out the bracelet and twirl it around. Her eyes zoom in on it
like a bird finding something shiny. Her fingers shoot out, and I pull back my
hand just before she has it. I just want to play with it a little. Nothing
wrong with that. I won’t break it. I just don’t want her to have it. I’m not
done with her yet.

“I don’t have time for games …” she says, sighing. She closes her
eyes and rubs her forehead with her fingers.

Damn. I don’t like it when she sounds disappointed. It’s a personal
weak spot of mine.

“Oh … I’m not playing games, Leafy,” I say.

I’m really not playing games. Not at all. I just want to talk, and
I’m using this thing as an excuse.

When I see her, all I think of is that girl with the leaves. I can’t
remember anything else. I don’t even remember her telling me her name, even
though I’m sure I asked for it.

I’m just so distracted by that pretty face of hers.

“Leafy?” she says, scowling.

Okay, the pretty factor just went down. Still, it’s not bad.

What is she so upset about? Leafy isn’t a bad name. Or does she just
not remember her entrance? I do, which is odd to say the least.

I never remember anything.

I point at her hair, and the moment I do she pats her head,
confused. Her eyes widen, and she blushes.

Guess she remembers now.

But I don’t want her to feel bad over it. It wasn’t anything to be
embarrassed about. I don’t want her to feel bad about me, either.

“Here,” I say, and I toss her the bracelet. “Name’s Hunter Bane.”

Before she has a chance to retort, I turn around and walk away. Now
that she has the bracelet again, there’s nothing standing in her way to stop
her from scolding me, and I’m definitely not staying to hear that.

I know when I’ve overstayed my welcome.

“See ya, Leafy.”

“My name isn’t Leafy, it’s Autumn!” she yells after me.

Hmmm … Autumn. Strange name. I probably won’t remember it anyway.

But I know I won’t forget about the blue-eyed girl with the leaves
stuck in her hair.

A broad smile forms on my face as I walk away with a wave.

Chapter
3

Taunting Geeks

My first class is about to start, and I’m nervous as fuck. It’s like
that time I first met some guys from the gang. Scary, which is stupid of
course. It’s just fucking school. Nothing to be worried about. Especially not
compared to Alpha Psi. I got this.

I walk into class and scan the room for any familiar faces. My gaze
drops on a girl sitting in one of the back rows, her frizzy hair immediately
grabbing my attention. It’s her, Leafy. I can't remember what she said her name
was, but leafy has stuck with me. I’m surprised by that, as hardly anything
sticks with me.

My body tenses at the sight of her as I remember her vivid blue eyes
hungrily sweeping over my body. My cock twitches in my pants.

I start walking toward her, making sure to keep my cool. She’s
unpacking all her books and pens, oblivious of me. A sneaky smile quirks my
lips, because I like the idea of surprising her.

All I can think of is sitting down next to her. It sounds crazy,
even to me. I’d normally never hang out with girls like her, but somehow I want
to.

In high school all the girls had a crush on me, and that was nice,
at first. But they were mostly airheads or girls that didn’t give a fuck about
life. All they wanted was to have fun and go with it. I didn’t say no to them, or
to a good fuck. I liked the attention, but it was never enough. I always wanted
more, but none of them could give it to me.

When I look at Leafy, I can see she doesn’t care about any of that.
Random fun. Crazy things. Letting go. Sex.

I don’t think she does any of that. Ever.

But she seems like the type of girl who wonders about her future and
works toward it. Someone with passion.

It makes me want to know more. See into a world that’s more …
normal.

I sit down beside her, and her head shoots up from her books the
moment she spots me.

For a moment she seems flabbergasted by my presence, but then
quickly opens her mouth. “What are you doing here?”

What kind of question is that? As if it’s weird that I’m in college
too or that I follow the same classes. Or that I want to sit next to her.

“Following this class,” I say. “What else?”

She picks up a couple of her pencils and starts aligning them like a
neat freak. I watch her fingers tremble as she tries to remain focused on her
task, as if it’s the most important thing in the world and she doesn’t want to
screw up.

I know what’s happening. She’s nervous, and it’s because I’m near
her.

“I, uh …” she stammers, her cheeks turning red. Aw.

I smirk. Her little quirks are funny to watch. It’s as if she’s
trying to do anything to avoid having to talk to me or even look at me. Other
girls wouldn’t take their eyes off me, but she only wants to avert them. Like
she’s resisting. Hmm … I like being challenged.

“And what are you doing here?” I ask curiously.

She frowns, clearly confused. “Do you really want me to answer
that?”

I’m just playing with her, trying to get her into a corner. I don’t
know why, but I just love to see her face all scrunched up in bewilderment
because of what I do. I do a lot to her, it seems. Although I haven’t actually
done anything remotely interesting yet. Not like run my fingers through her
hair, or slip my hand under her shirt, or fucking kiss her on her neck. Yeah, I
could do that. But then a girl like her would freak out. So I don’t.