Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 87

Rebecca

"I'm so glad you're okay after yesterday," Greta pops some french fries into her mouth and rolls her eyes at the flavor. She loves dipping them into a mixture of pepper and ketchup. "Mmmm, so good."

"Stop moaning."

She snorts at me. "Sorry! But I'm happy you're not injured after the demon attacked. Super relieved."

"Yeah, well... I'm still shaken," I slurp on my strawberry milkshake before continuing my sentence. Grimacing at my brain freeze. "You sent me on a suicide mission."

Guilt washes over Greta's features. "I know! I'm so sorry, Rebecca! I tried to get the dragon-shifters to help you, but they weren't interested... And to be fair, I was extremely drunk when I told you to trick away the demon by yourself. I also thought you could handle it by shape-shifting."

I arch an eyebrow, blinking. "Wait... Are there dragon-shifters attending our university?"

"Yes, there are like at least three of them," her smile is shy. "Most species attend Glanarth University. They hide their scent, but never mind that! I want to know how you defeated the demon!" "Demons," I correct her. "And I didn't defeat them."

She stares at me. "You didn't?"

"No, I was-..." I take a deep breath and exhale. "Someone helped me, okay? Can we change the topic?" I rather not think about William. He is pretty much on my mind all the time already. "No, I don't want to change the topic."

"But I do."

Greta looks even more confused and interested now. She is starry-eyed and leans over the table. "Don't be like that, Rebecca. Please give me all the juicy details! Who helped you? Tell me! Please!"

Her excitement is super cute, and a blush coats my cheeks upon remembering how William saved me. It pains me to admit it, but he looked pretty damn cool before he tried to drink my blood.

My new hybrid friend is ridiculously attractive and insanely powerful. Magic oozes from his pores in dark, mysterious waves, and he had no trouble defeating the demons.

I don't like to think about William, though. My insides clench and fierce heat kisses my skin whenever images of him pushing me up against the door hit my brain.

His eyebrows were angry slashes, and the ink on his arms and hands added to his daunting appearance.

Sadly, that greek god's body is wasted on William. I won't ever forgive him for touching my private parts in the classroom and humiliating me by pointing out that I was wet. He is such a jockhole.

"It was no one important," I reply dryly and steal some of Greta's delicious french fries.

We are at my favorite hamburger restaurant, and I'm here to cool off some steam by binge-eating.

If I don't focus on eating, I will think about William, and I don't want to change into another pair of spare panties.

"Come on!" Greta urges. "Give me the details! If there were more than one demon, I must know who defeated them!" "Come on!" Greta urges. "Give me the details! If there were more than one demon, I must know who defeated them!"

I glare off into the distance. "It wasn't anyone you would expect."

"Now you're just making me even more curious!"

"Well... It sucks to be you because I won't tell you their name."

She pouts at me. "At least tell me their species! Was it a werewolf who helped you?"

"No."

"A vampire?"

"No."

"A fairy?"

I shake my head. "Uh-uh, it was a hybrid."

"A hybrid?" Greta gapes at me like I'm nuts. "But I thought hybrids were a myth-you're either born as your dad's or mom's species, but nothing in between. There are no hybrids!"

"Oh," I smile while eating more of her food. "My savior is definitely a hybrid. He cried blood and s**t as if the power within him was too much for his goddamn body. As if it rejected him." "I'm not sure if I believe you..." Greta wet her lips. "What was your savior a mixture of? And wait... You said it was a guy? Was he hot?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes, it was a guy, and he is half a vampire and half a werewolf."

"And was he hot?" Greta repeats in a tone that inclines she thinks I missed answering that question when I deliberately chose to leave out giving her that information. Because let's face it, William is hot, but he doesn't deserve me acknowledging it.

"No, he wasn't hot at all..." My cheeks are heating up. I'm so bad at keeping a poker face.

Greta grins. "Your blush is telling me otherwise."

"I'm not blushing." I'm lying. My skin is hot, and my heart is thumping so fast that I'm considering calling an ambulance.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire..." Greta teases.

"I'm not lying!"

"You are."

"No!"

Greta giggles. "Why can't you just tell me the truth? I'm your best friend; you can tell me all of this stuff! It's not like I would ever tell Davis."

Shivers run up my spine when Greta mentions Davis. He would kill me if he knew I kissed William.

"I shouldn't look at other men..." I mumble.

Greta sighs. "You know what I think of our alpha: Davis doesn't deserve you, and since you haven't officially accepted him, you can look at others. You have eyes, no?" "I do." But around William, I wish I didn't.

"Exactly! So tell me if your hero was hot! What was he like? I'm dying to hear the details, Rebecca! You know I never get out and have to live through you and your experiences!"

I growl. "FINE! The guy was smoking hot, tall, attractive, and so beautiful that he haunts my flipping dreams! I had to change panties three times at school today because he kept winking at me every time I would pass him in the goddamn corridor! ARE YOU SATISFIED?!"

Greta is stunned by my answer, and I hear a snort further down the restaurant. My William radar goes off, and I turn deathly still when I catch the a*****e waving at me from another booth.

He is drinking a milkshake-a strawberry one like mine! He even ordered a toy box, which is the same as mine!

Oh-my-god.

HE HAS BEEN STALKING US THE ENTIRE TIME!

I'm mortified, gaping at William like a goldfish while he looks massively entertained.

He throws me a kiss with his hand, and anger rises to my chest.

THAT BASTARD!

My eyes narrow into slits, and I repress the urge to hiss at William like a street cat ready for a showdown. I know the jockhole eavesdropped on our entire conversation!

I stand up from my seat. "I'm going to murder him!"

Greta peers up at me, wide-eyed and confused. "Woah, Woah, Woah! What has gotten into you? Sit down!"

"No, I won't calm down!"

"You're making a scene! It's embarrassing! Sit down!"

s**t.

Great is right.

I calm down but regret it when William throws me a phony smile. I have no clue why he is stalking me.

'You don't?' His voice rings inside my head. 'Your alpha left to go wrestling, and you don't think it's weird you have only been attacked by demons once? Davis might think the demons respect him enough not to attack you, but boy is he wrong! Telepathy?

'Yup...

I don't want you inside my head, and I don't need a bodyguard! And how do you know so much about me? Stop looking through my memories and my thoughts! My brain isn't a free flipping book!"

'I usually don't read people's minds... But I'm taking my freedom to do it now since you admitted you want me. I mean, what other secrets could you possibly have?'

GET OUT OF MY HEAD!

I witness William touch his temples as if trying to ward off a headache, and my nostrils flare in self-satisfaction. The pain suits him right for wandering into my head without my permission.

"Uh, not to be rude, but it's pretty creepy how you're standing there and smiling at yourself."

My eyes travel to Greta. She looks freaked out, and I immediately give her all my attention. "Sorry, I spaced out."

"I noticed that..." Great stands from the table. "Should we get out of here and get ready for tonight? It's still a few days before Davis comes home, and I think we should make the best of it by visiting that other party. There might be cute guys there." I smile at her. "Sounds great. Maybe we will also replace that mate of yours?"

She beams at me. "I hope so!"