JAKE'S POV

I got totally distracted in our class half an hour ago. I found myself stealing glances at that freak outside the window the whole time. She amuses me, to be honest. The way she bulges her eyes out to purposely intimidate me made her look like a fucking idiot instead.

Did she seriously think that I would be scared of her because of the rumors? That's bullshit.

Witches don't exist. I think they're just a bunch of antisocial weirdos. 

Pepsi's probably a loner. No one wants to be her friend, and I bet no one wants to date her either. I mean, just look at her. 

I would be down to try her though...

"Seriously, Bro. Whatever you're thinking right now...just don't." Zeus forwarns with a hand gesture for emphasis. I just came from the toilet and he must have noticed that I am totally preoccupied with my thoughts.

"You can pretty much read me, huh," I grin at him.

"With that splendid mind of yours? Of course," he nonchalantly replies while demurely tucking a table napkin on his shirt. He then turns his fork and winds up the spaghetti before lifting the bundle up to his mouth. This guy always acts like a prince or some royalty shit because of their immense wealth but behind that softness is madness in bed. I guess birds of the same feather flock together.

It's lunchtime and we're on our usual table, the broader one in the center where everyone always leaves out specially just for the three of us. Well, there's four of us now since Sierra became my girl. My best buds like her and approved of her to be officially in our squad.

"Who's the new girl, Jake?" Marcus joins the conversation after slurping his soup like some kind of a vacuum cleaner. The motherfucker is actually with us right now and not just physically. I really thought he cannot hear us because of his AirPods—he has this habit of watching porn anytime and anywhere.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You guys are acting like Sierra doesn't exist." Zeus snaps at us as if he is greatly offended and is not a player himself.

"Oh, what's up, new guy!" Marcus rolls his eyes at him in sarcasm before slumping back to his chair and starts checking out girls on Snapchat.

Among the three of us, Marcus is the naughty and self-obsessed jock, while Zeus is the serious one. His presence screams royalty because his dad is a multi-billionaire who owns the most popular hotel chain in the country, among other businesses, while his mom is a controversial politician. 

While me? Everyone thinks that I'm a snob who doesn't care about anyone but myself, my friends, and my targets.

Actually, I don't give a fuck with almost everything unless you have my interest, and my face says it all. I also love thrills and adventures, and getting in those unusual girls' pants is at the top of my list.

I have a very short temper, especially with girls. I really don't get how those guys could put up with their bullshits. Yes, I'm kind of obsessed with trying different kinds of them and just the thought of having quite the collection is just fulfilling, you know.

I just want to have fun and that's it.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it, Bro. You're the perfect definition of an obnoxious fuckboy." Zeus comments out of a sudden, and I instantaneously shift my gaze towards him.

"What the fuck? Did you just read my thoughts?" I am honestly stupefied at the coincidence.

"Oh, Jakey Boy. Haven't you heard that our boy Zeus here has finally joined the dark forces?" Marcus teases in a rather unemotional way.

They start laughing their ass out at my reaction.

"Hey!" They yell in chorus and flinch when I throw my sandwich at them.

"And what are you guys talking about?" Sierra finally appears and gracefully takes her seat beside me.

Ah, the girl who kind of broke my habit. I admit I'm drawn to her because she's damn attractive and got the skills. We just finished eating our food while she just finished ordering hers and no, she didn't fall in line. Students will automatically give way to her. Her decision-making skills are just so slow over the littlest things.

I inwardly curse the moment I saw her order. It's fucking chicken nuggets, and guess what, that's what she orders every damn day.

Wait a minute. 

She always eats those small chunks of chicken but she's not getting fat at all, unlike the other girls. Maybe that's her secret to her hotness? That freak definitely needs this.

And why are you thinking about her?

"Babe, aren't you tired of chicken nuggets?" I curiously ask.

She crosses her legs and starts biting off a nugget rather sexily. I don't know why but everything about her is just so sexy. 

She then locks her gaze on mine while licking the bits off her lips. Damn girl. I scoot my chair closer to her and extend my arm behind her.

"You always smell so fucking good," I whisper into her ear before grazing my lips on the sensitive spot of her neck. I felt her drawing in a sharp intake of breath.

"My place later?" she whispers back rather breathlessly while gripping tightly on my inner thighs.

My jaw ticks as I try my best to compose myself.

Someone clears his voice.

"Excuse me, but, would it be too bold of me to order some decency please?" Zeus requests while giving me the look.

"Oh, come on, Bro! I always like live shows," Marcus urges us with his stupid toothy grin.

"That's rubbish!—You can do that later!" Zeus snarls at us before picking up a nugget from Sierra's plate.

Uh-oh...That's the last one.

My girlfriend gives him a deathly glare, "What the hell, Zeus? That's mine!" Her nostrils flare so wide a whole fridge can fit inside.

"Okay! Okay...Whatever."

Sierra and Zeus start to bicker again like they always do, while Marcus is now busy with his phone again.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when my eyes have caught a glimpse of that freak passing by just outside the cafeteria.

Dark clothes and everything...I'm pretty sure it was her.

"I'm just gonna go to the toilet." I immediately excuse myself.

"Are you sure? Because you just literally came from there three minutes and twelve seconds ago." Sierra's eyes narrow in suspicion and I am momentarily astounded.

Are you fucking kidding me? How did she know it when she was ordering her food at that time? Zeus is probably right. She has this idea that I'm secretly seeing other girls aside from her. 

Why do all girls have these stalkerish-slash-FBI skills that are always used against us?

"I drank coffee, babe, and coffee has cholinergic effects on our bodies that increase our bodily secretions and all activities from the waist down."

She is visibly taken aback by my excuse. My dad is a doctor so I have some idea of these medical terms.

"Sure, babe. Be back soon, okay?"

Smiling triumphantly, I hurriedly leave the cafeteria to search for Pepsi. 

Marcus told me that this girl is also rumored to have teleportation powers because she would always appear out of a sudden and then disappear in the blink of an eye. 

Well, that sounds bullshit, unless proven. Let's see...

I instantly saw her walking down the hallway, apparently heading out of the building. While digging my hands into my pockets, I casually follow her while raking my eyes on her backside. She looks kind of hot from behind, looking more like Barbara Palvin, the girl of my dreams and Victoria's Secret model.

Oh shit! Look at that ass...

Despite the loose skirt, I can still figure out the beautiful outline of her firm, round ass.

I'm still enjoying the view when she suddenly stops and turns around. She might have felt my presence.

Yikes! That's not Barbara Palvin, Bro! That's Valak!

Kidding aside, her face is actually covered with layers of face powder and liquid foundation which will give you a hard time imagining what she actually looks like.

"Hey. It's Pepsi, right?" I greet her with my usual lazy voice. She really has a weird name, and for some reason, it doesn't suit her. I can't help but notice those curious and terrified glances of students around us as if they were watching an actual beheading show during the French Revolution.

Pepsi raises an eyebrow as a response and folds her arms in front of her chest. Her presence is stronger and darker up close and...

I smirked at what I just witnessed.

Did she just check me out? I swear I saw how her eyes lit up with desire as they swept me from head to toe.

While still wearing my cocky smile, I thought it would not hurt to assume that she was attracted to me. If I keep on flirting with her, she might give in in two or three days, and I would become even more popular for taming the witch.

Oh, yes. Sounds awesome, and I'm so hyped up right now.

"You done checking me out?" I tease her. She glares but doesn't say a word.

I lean even closer to her and ask, "Are you deaf or what,"

She stands there, chin up, staring blankly at me.

"Don't you know how to speak?" I'm starting to get irritated. Maybe she didn't brush her teeth or she ate some tuna a while ago. My money's on her breath stinking.

Let's find out.

I step even closer, leaving only a few inches between our faces, giving me the chance to inspect her more closely.

"Whoa, you actually look pretty up close..."

Of course, I'm bluffing. She's actually fucking ugly, and no wonder people think she's a witch because she really looks like one. She really reminds me of Valak, that scary nun from The Conjuring II.

Despite that, I find my eyes lingering on her bright green ones. They are something else...

Stepping back, she seems to be surprised at my compliment. Just a little more effort and her defenses will finally break.

What she did next has caught me off guard. She tiptoes to whisper next to my ears,

"You don't look bad yourself, baby boy."

Fuck.

She has that sexy, bedroom voice that I have always wanted to hear...

...and her breath didn't stink, by the way.

*****To be continued***** 

A/N:
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