"Come here, Jinn," Nixon ordered. I looked back at the stall next to me.
"But I need to pee," I argued.
"I'm aware of that. Now come here,” he insisted. I frowned, before reluctantly going over to where he stood next to the urinal.
My face grew red as he moved behind me, his chest pressed against my back. He leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Take your cock out."
I gulped, moving to unzip my jeans. Then I unbuttoned the silver button and slowly slid my hand into my boxers to retrieve my cock. I tried not to think about how hard it was, blaming the fact I needed to urinate, not that I was turned on by Nixon's voice. Yes, it's because I need to pee. Not because of that sexy voice of his and the way his body pressed against mine and my urge to kiss him again. Ugh! This is getting out of hand. I should try to bail out of this somehow.
"I can do-" I began but his hand slowly wrapped around my cock. I froze, my breath catching in my throat from the shock and the cool sensation of his hand.
"All you have to do is aim it like this while you pee,” he explained.
I lowered my gaze to see the angle and nodded, trying to ignore his strawberry scent and the way my heart pounded against my chest. "Okay...I...can do that,” I whispered.
He nodded, letting go and turned around to let me do my business while he went to wash his hands. I did exactly as instructed and aimed perfectly. I sighed heavily, in both relief and frustration I can't think straight. I can’t believe he just held my cock...and it felt good? I'm so fucked.
The automated urinal flushed and I went over to the other sink to wash my hands, Nixon eyeing me carefully. "Why did you defend me?" he asked.
I blinked, lifting my head to meet his blank stare. "What?"
"You not only risked your reputation, but you kissed me in front of those guys and anyone else who was watching. Why?" he wondered. I closed the tap and walked over to where he stood near the door.
"Why should I care about reputation? This is school, a place that in three years will only be a memory and a name on a piece of paper to hang on a wall. The memories, both the good and the bad are what is going to linger with me and the friends I make along the way. I’d rather ensure no one picks a fight with you than live behind a reputation that makes me lose a friendship...or whatever we turn out to be." I whispered the last part.
"Interesting,” he spoke quietly.
"Trust me when I give you female advice," I joked. "I'm a girl, remember?"
He smiled for a moment but it turned into a confused look before he narrowed his eyes on the door.
"Wha-" He quickly grabbed me and we both went into the nearest stall, locking it shut and he pressed me against the door. I gave him a weird look and opened my mouth to speak but his lips crashed into mine, silencing me. My eyes went wide when I felt a stream of magic wrap around us, hiding our presence. Then I heard the door swing open.
"I swear they're in here!" the familiar female voice announced and I remembered the blonde chick from earlier. I stared into Nixon's black eyes which were now red; those hypnotizing black magic circles made me relax and I closed my eyes, kissing him back. It must have been the alcohol getting to my head, making me confused as to what I should do in my mind versus what my body wanted.
"Katherina! Why are you in the fucking male washroom?! No one is here!" I heard Maximus growl.
"I swear, I heard that red-haired guy and that hot dude talking! He said he was a girl! Like maybe he's one of those transgenders!" she shouted.
"Where, Katherina? Do you see ANYONE in here? Jeez, the alcohol clearly went to your brain. Go hit on some other guys who aren't trying to take a fucking piss," Maximus complained. She groaned loudly but I heard the sound of her heels as she exited the room and the door closed before the sound of a lock clicked in place.
I slowly opened my eyes as Nixon released my lips, making sure to bite my lower lip slowly and tug at it while his lust-filled eyes stared into mine. I leaned in to kiss him but felt suddenly dizzy. Nixon's arms supported me and I rested my head on his shoulder.
"Shit! Jinn?" Nixon asked.
"What's wrong with Jinn?" Maximus asked.
I heard Nixon unlock the stall I waited for the dizziness to stop before I tried to talk. "Uh. I think I had too much to drink and I should switch back," I admitted, feeling weak. It must have been the alcohol in my system making it harder for me to keep my appearance or maybe the distraction of kissing Nixon not once, but twice tonight.
"Switch back," Maximus ordered but I considered that.
"I'll be in nothing but lingerie," I pointed out. Nixon passed me over to Maximus, who rested my arm over his shoulder while his right arm wrapped around my waist to hold me up. Nixon walked to the door, putting a magic spell on it to ensure it was still locked.
"Maximus can fix that. Just switch, Jinn," Nixon encouraged. I looked up to Maximus who gave me reassuring look and glanced to Nixon who nodded, wanting me to switch back. I could see both his joy as well as a glimpse of worry in his eyes and decided it would be best to listen to them. I did say my cousin, AKA me, might show up. I guess I'll take advantage of this.
I pulled back my magic and opened my eyes when the switch was complete. My long hair fell to my back and I noticed I was in my red lingerie set. I blushed, feeling exposed but Maximus used his free hand and snapped his fingers.
In three seconds flat, I was wearing clothing: black jeans with red rhinestones all over them with little cuts on the thighs that showed my skin and a red crop top that had the word “Precious” in black rhinestones.
Even my hair was different, going from straight to curly and my red and purple highlights were gone, leaving me with my dark brown hair with hints of blonde highlights to add a pop of color. I glanced to the mirror to see my lips were cloaked with red lipstick and I even had on full makeup: eyeshadow that shifted from a silver to black, with eyeliner that was perfect and my eyelashes were curled to make my red eyes pop. I had to blink a few times, totally impressed by the overall look.
I looked up to Maximus who had a proud expression on his face. "Did I do good?"
"Precious?" I wondered.
"I remember Logan calling you that a few times. I thought it would be rather appealing, especially in the chest area,” he winked and I let out a weak giggle.
"Men," I scoffed.
"Admit it. Breasts are precious to every male,” he joked before lifting me up and walking over to a ledge that looked like it was purposely made for people to place their bags on. He sat me down and I took a calming breath, closing my eyes to let my mana do its thing in regenerating.
I heard footsteps and wasn't long till I felt a hand brush against my cheek. I opened my eyes to see Nixon staring down at me. His hand was a little cool but it was calming and made me relax even more as his thumb moved up and down my cheek.
"Does this help?" Nixon asked.
I nodded slightly. "How did you know to do that?" I asked.
Only Logan, his mom, and my mom knew that I liked when someone brushed their hand across my cheek. The simple contact always made me feel comforted and was a reminder of Gabriel when he used to do it to ease my worries.
"Logan told us when he was lecturing all of us when we first found out about you know what," Nixon replied.
Maximus nodded. "He wanted us to know what you like and don't like and told us if you ever felt weak or unwell to let you sit for a bit," Maximus explained, pulling out his phone that was vibrating.
He picked it up. "Hey. Ya, I'm with Nix and Jewel. Yes, Jewel, she wasn't feeling well so we encouraged her to switch back. What about Logan? Huh? Who's hitting on him? Ugh. We'll come bail him, hold up."
I frowned at the words "hitting on him," my female instincts kicking in and my mind already trying to determine which bitch was hitting on MY man. Nixon grinned at my expression, extending his hand to me.
"Shall we go catch a bitch and claim your man?" he asked with a humorous voice.
I bet he was still worried about wh
ether I had enough strength to walk, thus offering his hand, but my mana wasn't going to let anyone attempt to get close to my Logan. Hell to the no, we were going to put our claim right in the open and make sure she didn't go near him the rest of the night. Actually, who am I kidding? We’re ditching this boring place and gonna have our own damn party.
I placed my hand on his and smiled. "Yes, please," I said sweetly and Maximus sighed.
"Women. Scary I tell you," he shivered dramatically, making me giggle before he walked to my other side and held out his hand for me to take.
"I thought you’re shy around girls?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at him but accepted his offered hand.
He grinned. "I am, but right now I may get to witness a cat fight and I want front row seats."
I sighed dramatically. "You guys say I'm trouble yet here you are promoting violence."
"If it's Katherina who is flirting with Logan, then I encourage you to bitch slap some common sense into her," Maximus replied as we walked towards the door. He peeked out to make sure no one was in the hallway before we made our way out.
"Katherina?" I asked, unsure who that was.
"The blonde who was flirting with you earlier," Maximus revealed.
"You saw that? WAIT! That bitch who was trying so damn hard to get a hook up with Braxton and me?!"
"Yeah tha-" Maximus replied but I let go of their hands and marched forward into the crowd. My eyes found Logan in five seconds in the corner of the room being confronted by this Katherina. Kage, Zane, and Braxton all looked equally pissed off and it looked like Zane and Kage were holding Braxton back to keep him from interfering.
I increased my hearing, tuning everything out to hear her words. "Logan Cross, is it? I heard so much about you. You keep saying you have a girlfriend, but where is she?" she questioned and I almost snapped at her flirtatious tone as she squeezed her legs together purposely bending over slightly to give him a good glimpse of her breasts.
"She's here," he mumbled, finishing his beer and placing it on the counter behind him.
"Oh really? Where? You've been here relaxing for a good portion of the night and I've yet to see her,” she whined and I swear my magic would love to burn her to bits. I took a calming breath before I began a slow walk towards them, purposely letting a bit of my magic flow out to make my aura strong, drawing all the guys’ attention. Even Braxton, Kage, and Zane turned my way, sensing my approach.
Logan's eyes locked onto mine and a serene smile formed on his lips as his once irritated expression softened and filled with joy. Katherina looked over to see me but I walked right past her.
"Logan love. There you are. I've been on the third floor searching for you," I hummed, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a heated kiss. He moaned and kissed me back and we both enjoyed a lingering kiss before I pulled back to give him a seductive smirk.
"I've been down here the whole time. Why didn't you text me?" he asked, his eyes lingering on my lips. I was impressed my lipstick hadn't smudged from our passionate kiss.
"I left my phone at home. Maximus was talking to Nixon down the hall near the washrooms and I met them on my way. They said you were here with the others. I missed you," I explained before kissing him again. His hands lowered to my hips and I purposely pressed my body against him, already feeling the slight bulge in his pants that hadn’t been there previously.
I pulled back and turned to Katherina whose face was red with anger. "Who's this? I didn't know they hired hookers for this type of an occasion. Didn't you say the theme was classy or gothic?" I questioned innocently. A few of the men whose eyes had been on me since I made my dramatic entrance chuckled.
"I'm not a hooker!" Katherina defended.
"You aren't?! Sweetie, you’re wearing hooker clothes. Shorts should at least cover your ass unless you bought them from the kid section and don't get me started on that top that can barely hold in your Lumpy Loompas. Last time I checked the Brighten fashion magazine, this week’s style is crop tops and ripped jeans. Rhinestones for the bonus bling," I emphasized, gesturing to my outfit.
"She's right. I checked,” one of the girls behind her whispered to the other who nodded.
"I knew we should have gone with the current trend,” the other girl whispered back. Katherina looked like she was about to explode, but I didn't have time for the meltdown.
"As much as I'd love to discuss fashion trends, I'd like to enjoy some quality time with MY man. Now if you excuse us." I grinned in satisfaction as I walked past her, my hand in Logan's as he followed my lead. The others gathered and joined up with us.
"Jewel! Glad you could make it. Wanna ditch this place and go party elsewhere?" Braxton asked.
"Certainly. I've seen enough hooker activity for one night. Let's go have some real fun," I replied, wrapping my arm around Logan's.
We made our way outside. I noticed Nick in the crowd and I saw the way his eyes looked me over like I was a prized possession before he slowly licked his lips. I looked away, feeling a cold shiver run through me. There was something about him that bothered me. I just didn't know what it was yet.
Logan's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close as we waited to get out.
"You didn't have to bail me out of that," he whispered for my ears only. I leaned in and kissed him hard, gently pressing him against the wall. I knew he loved when I showed him affection and I wanted him to know how much I loved him and his perseverance to ignore Katherina's obvious advances.
"I wanted to. You're mine," I whispered, kissing him again.
"Those two are gonna have sex right here if this line doesn't move faster," Zane sighed. We broke our kiss to look at the rest of the guys were staring at us with smiles.
"Hmm. That would be interesting to watch," Kage said quietly.
Braxton choked on his beer that he must have grabbed on his way back to us and Maximus laughed. "Kage, I think you're the one the ladies need to watch for. Totally innocent looking but knows all the tricks in the book."
Braxton growled. "Don't encourage him,” he huffed, elbowing Maximus who coughed.
"They could do whatever. I just want a chance to join," Nixon mumbled and Braxton coughed again while Maximus laughed and Zane and Kage blushed.
"This should be a rated R conversation," Kage mumbled.
"You're twenty-two," Zane reminded.
"Oh yeah,” he replied like he completely forgot.
"The exit's cleared out. Let's ditch, change into some awesome pajamas and watch Netflix!" Maximus encouraged.
"Netflix and chill with all seven of us? That sounds like some complicated twister," Nixon teased and Braxton's and the others faces grew red while I laughed.
"Nixon, never change," I laughed and I turned to Logan who smiled.
"Let's go and have a nice night celebration with friends,” he encouraged and we all nodded in agreement.
Friends...and maybe even something more.
I moaned, feeling sluggish and my head pounded like a drum. Ugh, what time did I go to bed yesterday? Or was it this morning? Ah, my head hurts.
I snuggled closer to Logan's chest, taking a slow breath and sighing at the smell that reminded me of Irish soap. Wait. Logan doesn't smell like fresh forest and citrus? Neither does Nixon...who is this?
I opened my eyes, having to squint to try and see who held me in their arms. I only saw muscled chest which wasn't helping any, so I lifted my head up slightly and was surprised to see Braxton's sleeping face. Braxton?
I tried to move out of his hold but his arms tightened around me. I felt my cheeks grow red, but I relaxed, deciding it would be hopeless to escape his hold without waking him up. He looked so peaceful and I hated the idea of ruining such a rare sight, which was unfortunately hard for me to see with my blurry vision. I'd totally need to wear my glasses today for class.
I wanted to check the time, but seeing as my alarm hadn't gone off, I figured it was still early. I didn't know why I was so comfortable being in Braxt
on's arms but my eyelids began to close and I continued to enjoy his gentle scent while listening to his calm heart rate. It wasn't long before I fell back asleep.
"Brother, I have a group of friends," I announced, watching him begin his slow walk down the hall towards me.
"Do you?" he asked, without stopping. I nodded, looking at my hands. I realized I was in my present form and age in this dream. I returned my gaze back to Gabriel who continued his approach.
"Yes. They're all different and unique. I think if I last these three years here, they'll be dear friends by then," I explained.
"Just friends?" he asked as he reached me, stopping again and turning slightly to look into my eyes. My cheeks flushed at his two words and I lowered my gaze to the floor, unsure how to answer.
"Maybe...I think. Can I love them all?" I wondered. His smile widened as he took a step forward, followed by another until he was at the balcony ledge. He turned to press his back against the stone ledge and gave me a wide smile.
"Jewel, your heart is big enough to love them all. They will help you end the cycle," he whispered; then his body fell back.
"Jewel, wake up."
"Hmm?" I opened my eyes to see Braxton hovering over me, looking troubled. He moved a piece of hair out of my face and gently rubbed my cheek.
"You were stirring in your sleep,” he confessed.
I stared at him with lazy eyes that slowly began to close, wanting to fall back asleep. "Oh."
He sighed, pulling up the blanket to cover me. I opened my eyes again and focused on his bare chest. "Why are you naked?" I mumbled.
"I'm wearing underwear, Precious Jewel. I do like to sleep in the nude, but your drunk self snuck into this bed and luckily I was still decent,” he replied.
"Drunk? Hmm." I mumbled, closing my eyes and pulling the covers to my side. Braxton chuckled and I felt something soft press against my forehead. I didn't know if it was a kiss, but it felt like one which made me rather happy. I hadn't even explained to the others that Logan had given his blessing if I wanted to try dating them, but I felt Nixon and Braxton were good starters as I'd gotten to learn a little more about both of them.
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