"Freddie!!"

"Oh, damnit!"

"Faster...ahh… ughh…"

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, the scent of s*x and sweat filled everywhere.

A blonde girl gripped the edge of the table, her back bent as a muscular guy slammed into her from behind.

One of his veiny hands held her waist tightly, the other squeezed her @$s.

He slapped it hard, making her gasp. Then gave a deep thrust that almost knocked the breath out of her.

"Daddy!!" she moaned.

He paused.

His brows raised and he stayed still.

She noticed and turned her head slightly.

"Who the f*çk is your dad?" he asked in a low, annoyed voice.

"That's why you stopped?" she asked in a small voice, blinking.

He smirked and pulled out, reaching for his trousers which he started wearing back.

He stepped back.

She rolled her eyes and pulled down her short gown barely reached mid-thigh.

She stood straight.

Just then, footsteps approached.

She turned her head and saw a guy walk in, wearing only swimming trunks. Water dripped from his hair to his chest, trailing down his toned body.

He halted and raised a brow at the sight in front of him.

"Best friends with benefits finished screwing each other where I eat?" he said, clearly pissed. 

"You both are sick"

Fred was already heading to the kitchen.

The girl smiled.

"Sexy as always" she said, biting her lip as she looked at him.

The guy started walking toward her. She stepped back but bumped into the table...no more space to run.

He didn't stop. His tall frame towered over her as he stood close.

Her heart started racing. He wasn't even touching her, but his stare alone had her frozen.

Fred watched with a grin from the kitchen 

The guy leaned in and she held her breath.

How could he be so hot?

He reached behind her, grabbed something from the table, then slowly held it up in front of her face.

It was her panties.

"Your damn panties on the table where my food goes?" he muttered. "Makes me wanna puke"

She clenched her jaw and snatched it from his hand.

"F*çk you," she said, pushing him aside and storming out.

He chuckled behind her.

"I'll be in your room, Fred!" she yelled as she walked off.

"Sure, bestie," Fred replied, grabbing a egg.

"Hey, Heath!" Fred called.

The guy turned to him.

"Come help me with the stove" Fred said, cracking the egg into a glass bowl.

Heath hissed and dropped into a chair.

"Call Tavian" he said, looking up at the ceiling.

Fred sighed.

"Come on, bro"

Heath suddenly stood up, brushing his wet hair back with a hand.

He started leaving.

"Where you going?" Fred asked.

"To Tavian. Probably in the music room" Heath replied.

"So I should be the one cooking now?" Fred frowned.

Heath didn't even look back. 

"Don't have an answer to that" he muttered.

Fred gritted his teeth and slammed an egg on the counter.

"Easy, dude" Heath said, climbing up the stairs 

"Maybe we should just starve again tonight" Fred muttered, pushing the bowl aside and walking away.

His stomach growled.

"Damn. I'm hungry" he whined, turning back to the kitchen

***

Later that evening, in the music room, the soft melody of a piano echoed through the room, giving it a chill and calm vibe.

The room was medium-sized, with walls painted in midnight blue and the ceiling in a deeper blue.

The floor tiles looked polished and smooth.

In the corner sat a grey couch with a coffee table in front of it.

Not far off, a narrow 3-foot bed took up another corner.

At the center of the room stood a piano, and seated on a black stool in front of it was a guy.

He wore a black singlet and sweatpants. His arms were covered in clean, detailed flower tattoos.

On his neck was a lollipop tattoo that somehow fit him.

His brown hair looked damp, like he had just come from the pool or shower.

He kept playing the keys 

Then he stopped.

At that exact moment, the door creaked open.

He didn't turn. 

He slowly  stood and walked toward the couch, where a laptop and two phones lay.

"Hey, Tavian" Heath muttered, stepping inside.

He now wore a hoodie and baggy jeans, holding a cold bottle of water.

Tavian picked up his phone and sank into the couch.

His face looked blank, cold and tired.

He slowly ran his tongue across his bottom lip, leaving it wet.

"Here" Heath tossed the water bottle at him.

It landed on Tavian's lap but he stood.

The bottle rolled off and hit the floor.

Without a word, he started walking towards the exit.

Heath clenched his jaw.

"What's your deal, huh? You never talk to anyone. Always alone. What the actual f*çk?"

"If that bothers you, commit suicide" Tavian said calmly.

Heath blinked, stunned for a second.

"That's the second time I've heard you speak since this semester started" he muttered. But Tavian was already gone 

The door slammed shut behind him.

Heath stared at the door, still annoyed.

"Handsome for nothing. Who's supposed to marry that loner" he said to no one.

**

"We'll stop here. If you didn't understand anything today, don't worry...neither did I" the professor said.

The whole class laughed.

He packed up his notes and walked out.

Some students started leaving too, while others stayed behind.

Among those who stayed was Nyssa.

She had already pulled out her phone and in the next minute, she was snapping selfies.

She pouted cutely and took a pic. She looked at the picture and whispered 'Gorgeous'

Within second, she posted it on Instagram alongside with a second pic of her gold necklace resting neatly between her cleavage.

Her caption was:

Third class I attended today on my first day in Quenrose. Exhausted but still looking pretty.

She lightly rubbed the necklace with her fingers.

It was a gift from her big brother.

She smirked when the likes started pouring in and already 1.1k in just a few minutes.

Some guys paused to stare, clearly distracted by her beauty.

No doubt, she looked stunning.

Her stomach growled, and she gently rubbed it.

With a sigh, she began packing her stuff into her leather designer

handbag.

She stood up and walked out of the hall 

As she stepped out, already thinking about what food she'd grab from the cafeteria, something flew at her.

She reached out fast and caught it before it hit the ground.

It was a lollipop.

Looking up, she saw Zara walking over, dressed in a tank top with a sleeveless jacket and baggy pants hanging low on her hips.

Her hair bounced as she moved.

Nyssa blinked.

Damn, she's fine.

"How's your first day at college?" Zara asked, falling in step beside her as Nysaa started walking.

"Maybe not bad" Nyssa replied, pouting a little.

"Headed to CTA?" Zara asked casually.

Nyssa glanced over, her brows pulling together.

"What's CTA?" she asked.

"The cafeteria" Zara grinned.

"Oh, that's what it's called here," Nyssa mumbled, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

"After I eat, I'm going straight home to sleep like a baby" she continued.

Zara smirked. "You done for the day?"

"Yeah"

"Lucky you. I've still got two classes left"

"Oh" Nyssa mouthed.

"Come on, Mom. Why do you wanna come to my place? That's so embarrassing," Nyssa whined, walking toward her car with her phone pressed to her ear.

All around, students were either heading to their cars/bikes or standing in small groups, chatting.

"There’s nothing embarrassing about it. I need to make sure your neighbors aren't a bad influence" 

Nyssa rolled her eyes.

"Oh please.."

"Expect me soon"

"Mom, don't come" she muttered, but the call had already ended.

She lowered her phone, letting out a groan.

Another problem!

Before she could take another step, a female voice shouted out.

"Hey girl! Move out of the way if you don't wanna die!" 

Nyssa turned to see eyes on her.

Then she heard the sharp, loud sound of a bike engine and turned to see it speeding towards her direction.

Her eyes widened.

The biker wore a black top with short sleeves, a helmet hiding their face.

Their arms were covered with flowers tattoo.

It was so pretty, Nysaa blinked at it, staring.

"Move, girl!!!" someone else yelled.

TBC