Chapter 2

Campus life. Not what most people actually think. The school my stepfather pays for is a "high class" college. One of the best law schools in the country apparently. I only do it for mom though, if she didn't ask me to stay here, I wouldn't be here. Walking on the same gravel pathways as all these snobby rich pricks makes me sick. It also didn't help that I look the way I do, black hair, shave none-the-less, already against the dress code. Just the fact that it's longer than every little bitch boy that goes here. My other dress code violation is my attire. I switched out of my ugly gray shirt from work to my go-to baggy long sleeve black shirt. My worn-out black leather jacket is another strike in the dress code. Not to mention I have "dirty civilian shoes," Everywhere I look, I see green, the same dark color of green I see from everyone else who looks at me. Am I just disappointed and disgusted with everyone around me? Oh well. Who actually cares anymore, people are gonna judge, they just don't know how harshly they get judged as well.

"Oh look, the walking trash bag! Didn't think you would come out into the light today." That voice, ugh. Such a whiny squeaky voice. Sounds like someone ran over a rubber duck with a truck every time this bastard speaks.

"What do you need this time, Kevin?" I turned my attention toward the small "man."

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to know if you found your way out of the gutter this morning." Him and his two other bothersome band of twinks always find it funny to pick on everyone else because he was THE rich kid of this headache of a school. His perfectly frosted tipped brown hair and blue colored contacts were enough to make me want to stab my eyes out.

"Plastic surgery?" His cheeks and forehead had small puncture marks, not noticeable, yet I could see them as close as he was to my damn face. "Or Botox?" He backed away. His aura turned from a very Prideful bright yellow to a soft yellow. I got him this time.

"What are you talking about, garbage boy?" I took a step back.

"Your rose petal body wash is really strong today too." His eyes widened and he had nothing to say. He was stunned.

"Hey, don't talk to Kevin like that, who do you think you are, garbage boy?" His little friend with the slicked back brown hair stepped forward to the plate. I scoffed.

"Sorry pretty boy, I didn't know I embarrassed your boss bitch that bad." His aura along with the other twinks went to a dark purple. I stepped closer to him and bent down to look him closer in the eye. I couldn't believe such a small "man" could try to put up a fight against me.

"S-stop! Y-you n-need to l-learn your p-place, G-garbage b-boy…" His fear only grew from every stuttered word.

"Try telling me off when your balls finally drop, Pretty boy." I stood back up straight and adjusted my camo green bag hanging on my right shoulder. "Next time you pick a fight with me you rich little bastards, do it without smelling like a women's restroom please?" I turned around facing my back towards them. And slowly started walking away. I could hear the frosted tipped twink walking towards me quickly. He grabbed my left shoulder and tried to turn me to face him, yet he couldn't.

"Don't walk away from me unless I tell you to do so! Do you know who you're talking to?" His yells hit a completely higher octave than his normal voice. I tilted my head just enough to acknowledge him. "My father can buy you, sell you, and buy you again!" I started turning more towards him. "You need to learn respect, Garbage boy." I raised my brow at him. His bright red aura, so full of rage for such a small person, it turned back to the dark purple. Same thing, such large emotions for such a small body.

"Are you done hitting new octaves that only dogs can hear? My neck is starting to get a kink in it starting down at you, Rich bastard." I turned around and took a few steps up the stairs towards the front doors of the school. Then I stopped. "This isn't high school by the way. You're an adult, idiot. Start acting like it and maybe you'll get some respect out of me." The luxurious door handles were cold, and the door swung open as I walked through it. What a real bother. But I'm here doing this for mom. The shoes of the students echoed in the halls, not mine. My beaten up sneakers made no noise, thank god too, that's the last thing I needed was noisy shoes. As I walked down the hallway to my government and law class, people avoided me. I barely noticed it anymore. I walked down the middle of the hall, the constant green stain of everyone's aura was a normal thing for me. With every step I sometimes wondered what it was like to see a flicker of yellow or maybe even a pink whenever I walked by… Nope, just more dark green, and whenever I made eye contact, the flicker of a color, but not the one I wished for. God, I hate dark green and dark purple so much.

I look at the gold plaque on the oak door. A long sigh comes out of my mouth. "Someone kill me please." I push the door to enter the classroom. Rows upon rows of chairs in a half circle, separated by two sets of stairs to leave the three sections of rows of chairs. At the bottom was a half circle with a small podium where the teacher stood to lecture the class about the boring topics which make no sense to what the class is actually supposed to be about. A giant green chalk board and of course, the headache of a man himself, Professor Maximus Hallow.

"Well, well, well. Mr. Delvaux, so nice of you to finally arrive at class today." His voice was almost as high pitched and squeaky as the damn rich bastard I have to deal with everyday. "Why don't you come up front and sit up here with me today? Maybe you'll actually learn something for once." I raised a brow at him and rolled my eyes at him. He was clearly gay and trying to just keep me close to him, weirding me out. All I could see was the same bright pink in his aura from when I was with my manager just a few hours ago. Only when he talked to me was that color ever present. Every other time it was dark green.

"Pass sir. I can see from back here." I took a few steps down and sat in the farthest row in the back. Not that my professor was not an attractive man to look at, but wow, he had no shame and he had no problem showing his interest in me. Especially to the class. As he spoke he kept rambling on and on about so many things except what we were supposed to be learning in the class. Good thing there is a damn book for this class and every test he gives is on a different chapter of the book. Making up the entire school year, his class was the easiest to pass. My math class was also fairly easy, the woman teaching that class was an older woman who practically told us the answer and how to get the answer. Yet the peers around me were too stupid to pick up on anything. Perks of a public education, I actually had to work for my grades then and now, and my teachers weren't paid to give me an A. I always did other work in Professor Hallow's class. He let me get away with it too. English was easy as well, so was the science and the other law classes. Everyone just thinks I don't have a brain, when I'm actually completely smoking all these rich bastards at their own game. It's too easy for me, I'm pretty sure kindergarten would pose more of a challenge than this school. I even go into my classes anymore and ask what the homework for my classes are that day, take it all home and don't actually sit in the class. I come in the next day to hand in the homework and pick up the next days work, and go to work. The only reason I stay for this class is so Professor Hallow doesn't call my step-father and I don't get yelled at when I get back to the house after work. And yes, that dickhead calls my parents like I'm in grade school. Such a bother. So to keep the peace at home and here, I attend one class and go to work after I get my other homework.

The greatest sound in the world has to be when that damn bell goes off to allow me to leave this hell hole of a waste of money. Now for the awkward part of the day, handing in my assignment to Professor Hallow. His office was a small closed off room to the left once you hit the bottom of the stairs. He sat as his desk practically in the dark with a single lamp on to illuminate his desk and his small stack of papers he was "grading." I walked to the open door and knocked twice.

"Here's the essay on the constitution like you wanted." I leaned on the door frame with the pages extended slightly out of my right hand. My bag hung to my left shoulder resting up against the door frame. I could feel him eyeballing me from his brow bone, examining me up and down.

"Come in, Mr. Delvaux." He stood from his desk and walked around to the front of it. He leaned on the front of his desk, his arms crossed and his right leg crossed over his left. "Close the door too if you would. I would like a word with you." Bright pink filled the room, yet I wasn't phased. I took a few steps through the door and closed the door behind me with a simple swing of my left arm.

"What do you need to talk to me about? I'm not missing any assignments. And I've been coming to class like you asked." I lifted the papers again. "I even did your ridiculous project."

"What is your sexuality?" I didn't have a good poker face at that moment, I was a bit thrown back by that question, he just chuckles slightly.

"You're my Professor. Don't get any ideas." He pushed himself from his desk and walked towards me. I crossed my arms and sighed. Hanging my head and closing my eyes. It's not that I wasn't gay, I just wasn't not gay. I opened my eyes examining the floor where his shoes stood right in front of mine. He lifted my chin so I could meet his eyes.

"Have you ever tried it?" I raised a brow at him as his first finger and thumb cradled my chin.

"No. I have never had sex with a man." His doe eyes came back.

"Have you ever tried it?" His face got closer to mine. "Have you ever been curious?"

"I haven't thought about it. I've been focusing on school." I lifted my head to release my face from his hand. "I have a job to get to. Is that all you need?"

"Oh so cold." I took a couple steps back and my back hit the door. He only got closer. Pressing his body up against mine. Both his hands were on either side of my head. His eyes were so full of seriousness. I couldn't just see the lust coming from his aura, but I could breathe it in and choke on it. "I could pay you, Mr. Delvaux. It would be our little secret and you would top. And you would pass my class with flying colors."

"Interesting offer." I grabbed his wrists and pulled them down to my chest. "I'll have to think about it. I don't know if I like the idea of being your little call boy." His lips brushed up against mine. I looked down at them as he moved his head back. So many things were running through my head at that moment in time. If I do this will he actually pay me? The money would be good for the payments. What if I get played again like I did with my manager at my morning job. God damn it!

"I'll give you some time to think about it." I pulled his arms away from my wrists and slowly walked towards his desk and sat back down. "When you receive the money in your account the day before, you'll know I wanna see you. Fair enough?" His fingers intertwined as he rested his head on the back of his hands.

"How much?" He looked surprised, his lust aura meshed with a subtle yellow, I associate that with happiness or excitement. But in this case I assumed it was the excitement he was feeling.

"So you are interested?" A sly smile appeared on his face as he turned in his chair. "One hundred every night I want to see you. With an additional hundred dollars if you actually show up and please me." My jaw dropped, I swear it hit the floor.

"Two hundred dollars?"

"Do we have a deal or not?" The room went silent for a moment.

"I need to get to work. I said I would think about it." I turned around and started out the door.

"You get off work at ten o'clock?" I stopped in the middle of the doorway. "I'll put the first hundred dollars in your account here. I started one for you." He started tapping on a keypad. "I'll text you my address and I'll see you tonight after you get off work." My heart sank. I had just been played again. Twice in one day. If I had any pride or dignity left it would have definitely been all gone by now. I completely skipped going to my other classes and wanted to go straight to work. I didn't wanna be in this building anymore. I felt so dirty and used. Twice in one damn day! How is that possible?

"Hey! Garbage boy!" I kept walking on the gravel pathway towards the street. I didn't have time for that ass hole's bull shit right now. His friend called out to me as well.

"Hey! Get over here you stupid idiot!" I could hear them running closer to me. I was honestly fuming with rage. I had never felt this kind of emotion before. I'm usually carefree and let things roll off my back like water on a duck's feathers. But today was different. I had no idea what it was, it was only Thursday. What on this god forsaken Thursday made today the way it is today? I felt a tug on both my arms. I stepped back to catch myself, those tugs took me by surprise.

"Get off me!" I swung my right arm back and hit the brunette bastard with my elbow and turned around towards the other brunette and swung at his jaw with my left fist. The motion was so fast I didn't actually think. It was all a reaction. Once they both hit the ground I was almost startled by my own actions. I looked around at all the preppy college kids starting at me and whispering. All the different colored auras swarmed me like an avalanche. All the colors of the rainbow started turning into soft yellows with concern. "Don't touch me again. Please." Everyone kept looking at me and my mind went blank. I was full of all sorts of emotions. I just turned around and continued my way to the street. What did I just do? Why am I feeling these emotions? I don't feel emotions. Why am I angry? Was it because of Samantha? Or is it the professor getting to me? What the hell is wrong with me? I kept looking at the concrete squares on the ground. Then something hit me in the left shoulder. I looked at this woman with… purple eyes?

"Hey, watch where you're going. You don't wanna make an enemy of a complete stranger, weirdo." I was stunned for words. She was beautiful, with such a unique genetic mutation. She turned towards me and stopped walking. I didn't even notice she was walking with two other people. "You need something?" Her stone cold face almost shook me to the core. She was so intense. She raised a brow and raised her shoulders and the hands in her jacket pocket waiting for me to respond.

"Oh, I-I um…" I was lost for words.

"Cmon. Spit it out big boy." She put her arms back down to her side with her hands still in her pockets. She took a few steps towards me, then she started walking around me. Examining me? God I was sick of people eye balling me like a damn meal. And not in a good way. I tried to follow her with just my head as she took laps around me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you. I wasn't watching where I was going." The two other people she was walking with started chuckling. The woman stood back in front of me and looked me dead in the eyes. I couldn't see anything in her aura, just her piercing purple eyes.

"Watch where you're going next time." She stepped towards me, so I stepped back. "Pay attention to your surroundings, kid." Something in me snapped. I scowled at her.

"Maybe you should be nice to someone twice your size. Kid. We don't need to start something we can't finish, do we?" Her brow raised as she scoffed. She may have only been five foot six, but she pulled me down to her level by the collar of my jacket with one hand.

"Watch. Your. Tone." She cocked her head to her left and leaned towards my right ear and whispered, "I can easily kick your ass. Don't make me teach you a lesson." As she pulled away, I was surprised, she was hot. She let go of my collar and took a step back. I stood back up and looked at her with a soft expression, I was intrigued by this woman.

"Who are you?" She chuckled through her teeth as she shook her head at the ground. She put her hands back in her pockets and looked back up to meet my eyes. A sly smile on her face

"I'm your worst nightmare." She turned around facing her back towards me. As she walked away with the two other strangers just a few steps behind her, disappearing in the crowd. Leaving me standing on main street stunned out of my damn mind.