Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 82

Rebecca

I walk through the cafeteria with my food tray, frowning when the only free table is the one in the corn

The loser table.

Sigh.

Whatever.

I set a course for the table and hate the fact I'm eating alone today.

My friend, Greta, a member of Davis's pack, called in sick. She texted me this morning saying she will be home all week, which sucks. There are no other friends in my life. Davis forbids me from hanging out with people that aren't in our pack.

Well...

To be fair, Davis hates me hanging out with anyone, and I'm glad he is on some sort of trip with the wrestling team this week.

It's another competition that they will win because they are all cheating by using their lycan strength and stamina. Victory is theirs unless Davis and his pack members face werewolves like they did last time.

I remember it like it was yesterday; Davis punching things at home after his first loss against an alpha werewolf. Lycans are stronger than werewolves, but my mate faced someone insanely powerful. It suited him right.

Smiling at the memory, I sit down by the empty table. I then dig into my salad with a fork. Davis has complained that I've gained a belly pouch, so he told me to go on a diet.

I'm skinny and short. I lack boobs, but Davis is correct-I have a little pouch of a belly, but honestly, who cares?

I'm mostly okay with how I look, but Davis is picking apart my appearance daily, so I'm starting to grow insecure.

We don't share the same beauty standards. I think girls who train are beautiful, but I don't care much about having a flat stomach. Does that make sense?

Anyway, I don't want to be punched. So here I am, eating my chicken b****t salad.

I keep filling my mouth with it, stopping when I spot William. The giant of a man sees me too, and an evil smile spreads over his lips before he heads for my table. What the hell?!

My eyes narrow, and I repress the urge to hiss when William pulls out a chair and sits across from me. His mees bump into mine before he withdraws them.

"I don't remember inviting you." I glare at him and hope he feels it deep in his bones.

"You looked lonely," William says, but his smirk tells me he is full of shit.

He doesn't care about me being lonely-the bastard just loves getting a rise from me. I can see it in his evil eyes.

I don't relent. "I don't like company, and you might get into serious trouble for sitting by my table."

I'm not lying.

Davis would murder the pretty soccer player for even glancing in my direction. It doesn't matter that I haven't accepted Davis as my mate and performed the mating ritual-the man thinks he owns me. "Meh, I will take my chances," William lifts his fork to his lush lips, eyeing my salad quizzically. "Is that the only thing you're going to eat?"

"I'm on a diet."

"You?" His eyes rake me up and down, and he seems to bite back an amused smile.

I blush, mainly because he is ridiculously gorgeous. "Yes? Do you have a problem with that?"

His teeth show in his smile. "What are you-five feet tall and one-hundred-and-twenty pounds? Please, I benchpress weights heavier than you. Eat food and be happy."

I glare at him. "I'm actually five-foot-one."

He snorts and lifts a piece of a steak to his lips. "Yeah, because there is such a difference."

I glower at him but feel my nose suddenly twitch.

I'm unsure whether William makes my mouth water or if it's his food. It must be his lunchbox because the food smells delicious.

I lean over the table. "What are you eating?"

"Ah, curious, are you?" His lips turn awfully smug. "It's chilly and honey marinated steak and some homemade potato salad. I could give you some, but it's probably not good for your diet." "You're probably right..." I can't stop staring at his food.

"Yeah," he fake pouts. "Too bad you're on that diet."

"Well, I need it."

"Whatever you say."

William licks his lips, and I watch his biceps bulge when he reaches to grab another piece of steak.

Damn.

Do I look at the food, or do I check out William?

I pick the latter.

His tattoos make him extra hot and spicy. And while I know it's rude to ogle him like a horny teenager, I don't know where else to look. If I stare at his food again, I will die from hunger. I want his food.

"Do you want a bite?" William suddenly asks while teasingly holding up his fork. There is a gleam in his eye.

"Are you trying to spoonfeed me?"

He challenges me by arching a brow. "No, I bet you're too proud to-"

I lean over the table and steal the entire piece of steak from his fork with my mouth.

Yum.

I think I was only meant to take a bite from the steak, but... I swallow the whole thing and oh-my-god! That is some well-marinated steak!

I want more!

William gawks at me. "You... You ate the entire thing... It just disappeared from my fork..."

"And it was so good!" I beam at him and forget that he is my enemy. I can go back to hating him tomorrow, but now I just want more steak. "Can I have more? Please?"

His eyes widen. "Oh god, I've created a monster!"

"A friendly monster! Give me more food!"

William pulls the lunchbox to his chest and protects it with his massive arm curled around it. "No, I need some too!"

"I need it more!"

"But you said you were on a diet!"

"Screw the diet!"

Silence falls, and then I burst out laughing, and strangely enough, William laughs with me.

I'm unsure what is going on or how long we gasp for air and point at each other while smiling.

But once we both realize what is happening, everything slows down, and my senses go on high alert. William and I stare at each other, blinking and slowly returning to hate each other. His intense odd-colored eyes rub over my skin like a pervasive itch that won't go away.

I shudder and take him in as a whole: his massively muscled body-the sheer physicality of him. And I see the details. The details, like how he looks at me, throw me off. "Why do you look so familiar?" I blurt out.

He freezes in his seat, and I'm momentarily stunned.

Those eyes, red and blue under thick eyebrows, are insane. William resembles an aristocrat, all harsh judgment and beauty-the type who rarely smiles.

When he does, it probably at someone else who is pretty. Worthy of seeing his teeth.

Right now, he is staring at me. And the attention makes me nervous.

"You tell me," he drawls. "Anyway, I hope you liked the steak, but I'm leaving. I can't be late for practice."

"Ah, gotta keep them muscles looking buff."

William doesn't get my sarcasm, or maybe he chooses not to understand I wasn't serious. Either way, he smirks at me.

"You like them?"

"Wait, what?" I gasp and panic when he winks at me. "Oh. No-no-no, I'm not flirting with you!"

His voice turns teasing. "That was what it sounded like."

"Well, I wasn't doing that."

Smirking, he picks up his empty tray. "Whatever you say, Rebecca. But in my ears, it did sound like you were flirting."

"I have a boyfriend!" I blurt out.

"Do you now?"

"Yes."

"And this boyfriend, is he in the room with us right now?"

Oh-my-god!

That's a meme-William meme'd me!

I hiss. "That's a meme, and you know it!"

William snorts in amusement. "She likes memes-I've found another reason we might be soulmates."

This f*g guy!

I can't stand him!

William is only flirting with me because he knows I hate him! He isn't ACTUALLY interested-he just wishes to piss me off!

"Whatever," I sigh. "I have a boyfriend, and even if I didn't, you're not exactly my type."

His eyes fill with interest, and he steers that large body closer to the table. He is still wearing his soccer outfit, and I'm pretty sure he is wearing soccer boots that make him appear even taller. Which William doesn't need. He is already unnaturally tall-is he really an average human?

His voice brings me back to reality. "And what is your type?"

I lift my chin. "Not guys like you."

"What do you mean by saying not guys like me?" William tilts his head, blinking. "Enlighten me because I'm curious."

"Why would I share my preferences with you?"

He smiles mischievously at me. "To make me finally give up on taking you out on a date?"

He isn't serious, but damn-that's a good answer.

"Well, I like guys who... I like guys who..."

"Yes?" William drawls in a teasing manner. "Go on."

I swallow thickly. "I like guys who... Wait, physical appearance or personality traits?"

"Physical appearance," William shrugs. "The other part comes when you get to know the guy through dating."

Heat flushes over my cheeks. "Right... Um, I like guys with kind eyes and a friendly smile... Slightly tanned, maybe? Also, I do like dark hair. Height isn't important, but I like the guy to be taller than me." William deadpans. "You just described me."

I gasp, and my face burns. "I DID NOT!"

His grin is slow. "Slightly tanned, dark hair and tall-yup, I'm sorry, but that's me. One hundred percent."

"You don't have kind eyes or a friendly smile!"

"Whatever you say, love," he mockingly winks at me and spins on his heels. "But to be fair, you're not my type, so your opinion of me doesn't really matter."

I knew it!

William is the typical jock who is only interested in one thing: the game of the chase.

I growl in my seat, and William waves at me before waltzing away with his annoyingly great a*s.

I hate him so much. He is a jockhole and we will never be friends! I won't date him either! Never!