Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 106

Rebecca

"Chris is still staring at us," I worriedly tell Greta while we study inside the library.

Her eyes are glued to her laptop while she reads.

She looks like a hot librarian today. Blonde hair caught in a ponytail to give her a severe look. And to top it up, she is even using her red-rimmed glasses instead of lenses today.

Noticing me staring, Greta peers up. "I don't think Chris will dare to do anything after William threatened him."

My eyes travel back to the dragon-shifter. Chris is sitting among his friends on the other side of the library.

"Are you sure? Because my gut is telling me the guy is embarrassed that the entire school saw William frighten him into a corner. He is licking his wounds now but will return with a vengeance. And since he can't hurt William, he will come for me." "You're overthinking."

Upon meeting Chris's dark, sullen eyes, a convulsive shudder travels down my spine, and I take a deep breath. It feels like there is liquid ice in my veins.

I don't have a good feeling about him.

"I'm pretty sure I'm not," I can't relax in my seat and peel my eyes off Chris to finally exhale. "I think we should wait Chris out and let him leave before us." "Or... You could call your boyfriend."

My eyes narrow into a glare. "William is not my boyfriend!"

"Uh huh?" Greta smirks my way, nodding at my phone. "Then who have you been texting with for the last hour?"

My skin turns red, and I burn like the sun. "No one..."

"Is that so?"

My phone vibrates again, and Greta snorts when I throw myself at it like a hungry lion over a gazelle.

There are actually a few messages from William. I must have missed them while I was studying Chris.

William: I'm trying my hardest to cook food here... I burnt the pasta I was trying to make, and now I'm trying to warm a pizza. Premade from the store. What can go wrong?

He burnt pasta? HOW?! By not adding water???

William: Uh, never mind... I burnt the pizza too.

Is he for real?

I'm unsure how William is still alive. He doesn't need a luna-the guy needs someone to teach him how to live life without compelling people.

My phone vibrates, and I snort.

There is a picture of a burnt oven pizza, and then another picture of William not giving a f**k and eating it. His cheeks are filled, and a string of cheese is down his lips. His whole face is dirty. Me: Where are the manners?

My heart palpitates while I wait for his response.

William: What are manners?

I laugh at this silly i***t of an alpha, and I'm sure Greta is rolling her eyes at me in the background.

William: The pizza was delicious... Not. I'm ordering Chinese food tomorrow, or maybe Italian? Cooking isn't my thing.

"When is the wedding?" Greta teases.

"Ha-ha, not funny," I shake my head at her, smiling sadly. "William is most likely playing mind games with me. He must be bored with his alpha duties and decided to entertain himself by winning me over. Once I admit I like him, he will dump me in the trash." "You think so?"

"Yeah, because why would he want me?" I shrug and try to ignore the stabbing in my heart. The truth hurts to admit. "William and I might be mates, but he loves power, right? And I insulted him by rejecting him, so it makes sense he is trying to 'win' me back to like..." "Pretend it never happened?"

"Yeah! And like... If I want him last, it won't hurt his pride as much that I rejected him?" I furrow my eyebrows. "Does that make sense?"

"Makes sense-if he is a total a*****e."

I grimace. "See, that's the thing I can't figure out. I'm not sure if William is pretending to be sweet on text or not."

Greta giggles and smiles like the Chesire Cat. "You realize the only way to find out is to date the guy, right? Like you can't determine his personality and traits simply through text messages."

My eyes fall to the table. Damn it, Greta is right.

"I know," I mumble. "But I'm not ready to date William at all. It's way too soon. Like, I still remember what he did to that girl and my teacher, and it frightens me..."

"Yeah..." Greta bites her lip, and something resembling longing crosses her features. Her eyes are glistening. "Can I ask something?"

"Uh, yeah?" Why is she being so hesitant? She usually just throws out her thoughts and questions like bombs.

"You said you didn't know how I met my mate, and I know it's bad to ask about him... Like I might not meet him in this timeline, but..."

Silence.

"Yeah?" I drawl.

Her cheeks turn tomato red, and she covers her face. "What is my mate like? I'm sorry... I'm just... I really want to meet my mate, and ever since you said I had one... I'm just-" she sighs heavily. "It feels like I'm missing someone I haven't even met." I lean over the table and place my hand over hers, smiling. "It's alright to be curious, but... I shouldn't say too much in case your mate is someone else in this timeline."

"I know...." There is another pained, heavy sigh. "I was stupid to demand you to answer my question when I asked if I had a mate in the other timeline..."

"I should have kept my mouth shut..."

"No, don't say that. I needed to know what Davis did in the other timeline that made you hate him so much."

We exchange smiles, and that's when we hear someone clear their throat above our table.

I spin around in my seat, gasping, when I see Chris and his two friends, most likely dragon-shifters, glaring down at us. They don't look one bit happy, and Chris smirks.

"I see your ex-boyfriend isn't around to protect you anymore," he cracks his shoulders. "Mhm, sure feels good. I've been waiting all day to find you alone."

Greta shrinks back into her seat, frightened. She shoots me a worried glance, and I immediately feel bad for bringing her to the library with me. It will be my fault if we both get beaten to a pulp.

Shit.

What do I do?

"We don't want any trouble," I say. "Please just let us study in peace, Chris. I haven't done you anything."

"Except you did," Chris's tone is unfriendly. "If you had not created such an unnecessary scene and dropped your tray, William wouldn't have embarrassed me in front of the entire school. Everyone knows I fear that alpha, and I'm a dragon." "So?" I lift an eyebrow. "Every supernatural creature fears William."

Chris growls. "But I'm a dragon! We aren't supposed to be frightened by little, sad alpha werewolves! And now the entire school is laughing at me, a fire-breathing dragon, being afraid of a f*****g werewolf!"

"Technically, he is a hybrid," Greta chimes in. "William, that is. He isn't an ordinary alpha at all."

Chris's eye twitches, and I can see how he is trying but failing to control his inner rage.

"Did you, a filthy lycan, just correct me?"

Greta sinks further into her seat. Her legs are shaking underneath the table, and her lip is trembling. She seems unsure whether to answer Chris's question or not.

"I'm... I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to-"

Greta shrieks when Chris grabs her clothes. His hands fist her blouse and haul her off her seat. I stand up, ready to help my friend, but I'm held back by the other two dragons.

I snarl. "Let Greta go! She is innocent! Chris! She hasn't done you anything! Beat me up, but let her go!"

"She spoke back to me!" Chris's shoulders are rising and falling while he breathes and growls. "And while I can't beat you up inside the library, I will find you guys outside of this place in an hour! I know where you parked your car!" Greta looks ready to s**t herself.

Her feet are dangling in the air, and Chris leans closer to Greta and grits his teeth. A small flame erupts from his nose, and Greta leans back, whimpering at the heat.

"Chris... Greta is innocent!" I hiss at the bastard. "If you don't let her go... Then I will... Then I will..."

"Do what?" Chris interrupts, smirking my way. He releases Greta back into her seat but keeps looking down on me. "Call your boyfriend? Because I don't think you would do that. No. You must have a reason for rejecting him, and I think it's beyond you to ask for his help."

I gulp, and the other dragons snicker. Chris has hit the bullseye and smiles in satisfaction when he realizes it too. I sit back down in my seat, and Chris's smile only grows.

"Ah, feels great to get some retribution," he steps away from our table, cracking his shoulders. "Anyway, the guys and I will be waiting outside the library next to your car. No one will hear you scream in the parking lot after closing hours. See you soon, Rebecca."