Chapter 3

Isabella

When I finally found a free parking spot, I parked the car, grabbed my bag, got out of it, and made sure to leave it locked. I took a deep breath to try to calm my anger for the bully from before. Looking around the campus, which, to be honest, was immense, I noticed some guys standing nearby, and they saw me a little weird. However, it was strange that in a university, such a thing would happen. I thought their looks were because maybe they witnessed what happened to me with the blessed parking lot. Oblivious to the moment, I set out on my way, but before I had even made it, someone behind me gave an admiring whistle, and I turned my gaze to that person.

"Nice car," complimented a beautiful girl with white skin, long reddish auburn hair, blue eyes, and a few inches shorter than me.

She had a beautiful smile and came across as being very friendly.

"Thank you," I replied, smiling at her.

"I'm Jane Smith," she introduced herself immediately, extending her hand for me to take as a greeting.

"Isabella White," I said, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"You're new, aren't you?" she asked.

Holy shit, did it show that much? At a college?

Apparently, it did.

"Yeah, does it show that much?" I expressed, making her smile again.

"Actually, yes, only a new person would think to park where you were thinking of parking." I looked at her ignorantly.

"It wasn't labeled private," I repeated, and she denied it.

"Don't worry about that anymore, Isabella. Come with me, and I'll show you part of the campus and the places where you shouldn't park, even if they don't have any signs," she proposed kindly. "By the way, what will you be studying?"

"Photography."

"Perfect, we'll be classmates and from this moment on friends," she assured.

So fast?

Well, you were living it with me, so enough of the complaining.

Jane turned out to be a great girl as I sensed, she showed me around the campus, and then we headed to the classroom where we would have our classes. She had her own career on the side and took the photography course just because she always had a passion for art; she informed me about everything about the university and the city. She was easy to talk to, immediately gave me confidence, and made me confident.

The class passed between laughs and whispers from Jane, I didn't regret at all to have decided on that course, and I thought that in the next semester, I would enroll in the entire career without any doubt; despite missing my father and Elliot, I really liked my life there, and I had the feeling that in that place I would finally be happy, and I would be able to recover my energy.

Lunchtime came soon that first day, and together with Jane, we went to the cafeteria to get something to eat; on the way there, I could realize my new friend's great charisma and kindness since she almost didn't say hello to all the students on campus. After waiting our turn and ordering our food, we went to sit at one of the tables. She called for regular people, and I laughed at her comment, but then she explained why.

"You know that both in the world out there and here inside the campus, there are different social classes." She began, making me remember that I was always placed among the popular ones at my old school, something I never considered necessary, "those over there are the nerds," she pointed with her head to some boys and girls sitting at a table to my right. "Those over there are the outcasts. Although they are the ones who consider themselves that way since most have gotten in on scholarship, which I consider, is not outcast and they should be proud," she continued, pointing to a table to my left, "those behind you are the popular ones. Still, I would rather call them sluts." She was cracking me up with her comparisons.

We weren't in high school, for God's sake!

And I was aware of that, but apparently, everything in Richmond was different.

"You're funny," I pointed out, still laughing.

"I'm just honest," she replied with a shrug.

"So, this area we're in is for us commoners," I started playing along, and she nodded immediately, taking a sip of her juice.

I looked at mine and grimaced as I realized I was given one that wasn't the one I wanted.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Jane, noticing my gesture.

"This is not the juice I ordered. I'll go change it," I replied, but before I stood up and left, I saw five guys and a girl enter the place.

Everyone there was silent and staring at them, some whispering things in each other's ears, and you could see the fear or respect they had for these people.

I felt like I was in the Twilight movie.

Yes, the scene when Bella meets Edward.

Exactly and look at that coincidentally, you even have the same name.

I shook my head at the thoughts my conscience was making me have.

Each of the boys came in a row, one after the other. They were very handsome, rough, and imposing, and there was no doubt about that. Maybe that's why they caused the impressions I noticed in the people present in the cafeteria, or perhaps, because of those reactions, the guys were growing in ego, since they had a very big and annoying one for me. The girl was beautiful, a little taller than Jane and shorter than me, slim, with curly reddish-brown hair and very bushy eyebrows.

Just like the boys who accompanied her, she walked with arrogance, they didn't smile at anyone, and from everyone's attitude, I thought they thought they were the kings of the campus.

Without being exaggerated and above all, without that having happened to me before, I felt my world stopped when I saw the last of the boys. From what his black clothing let me admire, I noticed that he was heavily tattooed "almost in full" on his hands, arms, and neck, leaving only his beautiful face free of ink; he wore black jeans ripped from the knees, and there I also managed to see tattoos. His jaw is square, his eyebrows a little thick. However, defined, thin nose, gray eyes, or so clear, copper-colored hair, short on the sides, long in front and combed perfectly to one side; with piercings in both ears and both sides of the nose, the body worked, and very defined every muscle that showed under the clothes, his shoulders are broad and slender hips, the perfect body of a Greek god.

I only hoped that what hung between her legs was not like that of a Greek god.

Neither did I. In the pictures, they looked very petite.

I shook my head as I realized I was thinking about something that didn't interest me. The guy is too handsome, but without fear of being wrong, also the most arrogant of them all. For he walked even loftier than the others, giving off the power, security, and a dark aura around him that, although I did not see it, I felt it no matter how far away we were; he did not smile, did not look at anyone and his eyes showed absolutely nothing.

I had never seen a boy this attractive, but he was different. I thought he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my short life.

More beautiful than Elliot?

"And what class do they belong to? Richmond Ink?" I asked Jane raising an eyebrow and ignoring my conscience.

For if there was one thing they had in common aside from their arrogance, it was that they all had many tattoos plastered on their bodies, except for the girl.

I saw them sitting right at the table in front of us.

"Shut up! Don't let them hear you," she said fearfully, almost in a whisper. I raised my eyebrow once again as I noticed that she was just like everyone else in the cafeteria. "They are the most respected and feared here and all over the city. When you are around them, don't talk to them or look at them or do anything that might disturb them, like parking in their spots," she recommended.

That was ridiculous!

Too ridiculous.

"Are you kidding?" I asked, puzzled as I understood the last thing he said and shook his head repeatedly. "Hey, I'm sorry, but I am not and was not made to lower my head to anyone, and I thought I couldn't park in certain places because they were reserved for important people, not for idiot buffoons," I refuted, a bit annoyed by such a situation.

"Trust me, Isabella. You wouldn't want to do the opposite with them," she continued speaking in whispers, and that was exasperating me, "they belong to an organization called Grigori. Elijah Pride, the boy who is tattooed almost all over his body, is the son of the head of that organization and, therefore, the second in command. They are mighty, and the boys who accompany him are his subjects."

I listened to her say it all carefully, and that was something I had a hard time believing.

I thought Richmond was a different city than I was used to just because of its quiet and woods, but not because of this craziness I was hearing.

Fuck! Even being close to Hollywood, I didn't face what I was facing in my new home.

"The first guy's name is Connor Phillips, and the second is Jacob Fisher, the third is Evan Butler, the fourth is Dylan Myers, and the girl is Elsa Lynn. She's kind of like Elijah's official lover. They're the only ones who can get close to him, the only ones who can talk to him." Everything she was blurting out both surprised and amused me at the same time.

Where were we? In a fucking movie?

It sounded like it.

Fuck! And that girl even knew her last name. It was terrifying.

I noticed that too, but it wasn't scary. You were exaggerating. She just had a good memory.

Poof, it was scary to me.

"Why the lover and not his girlfriend?" I asked curiously about the girl.

Really, dude!!! Did it matter?

I was just curious.

Aha!

"Elijah doesn't have girlfriends, Isa, and he doesn't love anyone." Hearing that caused me some surprise, though it was sure to be one of the many ridiculous things happening to me that day. "Don't talk about him to anyone but me, okay? And if you do, never call him by his name, but by LuzBel." I heard his nickname, and for some reason, a shiver crawled up and down my spine.

Could it be because he was nicknamed after the devil?

"Beautiful Light," I said in a whisper, unintentionally copying Jane, and she nodded. "The Grigori were a select group of fallen angels, and LuzBel was the first angel to fall." The girl just nodded at what I said. "It makes perfect sense that they would call him that since LuzBel was the most beautiful angel created by God," I agreed.

"Yes. And LuzBel or Elijah is just that: the most fucking beautiful man in town and the world, but inside he carries a demon and a cold heart."

When Jane finished saying such a thing, my gaze immediately shifted to the table in front of us, I found myself right in those gray eyes looking straight at me, and I checked what Jane had said, for in those orbs I saw only coldness. The way he looked at me made me shudder, and I felt every hair on my body stand on end. My heart accelerated, and my hands froze; another shiver ran through me the moment our eyes connected, but I didn't stop looking at him; it was as if our gazes were anchored. I knew that mine transmitted many things, but in LuzBel's, I could perceive nothing but... fear?

What an intriguing demon.

After a few seconds that seemed eternal, I forced myself to stop watching him, but before that, I raised an eyebrow and gave him a half-smile. However, on his part, I didn't receive anything at all, and that made me feel completely stupid. The girl with him whispered things in his ear and smiled tenderly at him, but he just answered her seriously.

"Jesus, Isa! I tell you what not to do, and you go, and that's the first thing you do," Jane reprimanded me, making me laugh.

You were just in time to give up that friendship.

That was cruel.

"It's no big deal, woman. None of them scare me," I said confidently.

"Don't play with fire, Isabella. You'll get burned. Don't turn away from the light because the darkness may consume you," she warned seriously.

Well, maybe if I could consider that friendship.

See!

Nah! Jane was a nice, pretty.

"Jane, I was born to take risks, I love dangerous games, I'm attracted to the dark, and I'm not afraid of anything anymore," I contradicted, playing with her and making her sigh with annoyance.

"You have no idea what you're going to get yourself into if you keep thinking that way," she expressed with distress.

"Stop it, Jane! It's not like I'm doing anything or going to do anything, either." I clarified to reassure her. "You better wait for me. I'll go change my juice," I ordered, standing up.

I made my way towards the cafeteria counter, passing right next to the Grigori boys' table, and decided to listen to Jane and not see them again so that she would be calm, but just as I took a step away from their table, I felt someone slap me on my butt.

What the hell?

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