Chapter 118
The professor stood in front of 50 or so students. Her voice was surprisingly loud, louder than what her petite frame should have been able to project. She looked to be in her late 20s, her hair was straight and a fiery red and I found it hard to not imagine it as a curtain from how it swayed whenever she moved.
It was very distracting and sort of hypnotizing. I was completely out of it today which was not very Casey-like. I snapped out of it when my phone started ringing. My heart beat crazily in my chest and panic filled me as I quickly scrambled my bag to search for my phone to shut it off.
Thankfully, the professor pretended that nothing happened and let the disruption slip while she continued her lecture. I looked at the caller ID and saw Preston's name.
I sighed quietly and opened my phone to text him quickly. "Can't talk now, call u later."
I put my phone on vibrate instead and turned it off to make sure there's no repetition of that embarrassment. I tried to focus on what the professor was saying after I stored my phone away.
After that class, I had an hour break until the next lecture. I took that time to walk out of the building to call Preston.
"What took you so long?" Preston's voice was snappy and irritable.
I sighed tiredly and rolled my eyes. "Well, hello to you too." I could hear Preston's huffed breath as if he was exhaling all the annoyance out of his system.
"Hi Case," He muttered begrudgingly.
"Hi Pres. Now, what do you need?" I asked him, more satisfied than the previous minute.
"I never knew you were so poetic, Case."
I could feel my ears turn red.
"You told me to try, so I tried." I defended myself.
"Yeah and I'm very grateful for that, I just never pegged you as someone who'd write so poetically." I blushed deeper at that.
"He just had to let you have a look at that letter didn't he." I groaned and covered my reddening face. Preston chuckled from the other end of the line.
"I didn't get to look at the whole letter, just fragments of it, so don't worry. However, I am curious as to what you wrote."
I shrugged and plucked the sharp tip of a leaf from a plant next to me and twirled it between my thumb and pointer fingers. "I simply wrote about the time we first met. He wouldn't quit annoying the shit out of me."
Preston chuckled some more. A smile grew on my face when I remembered how annoyed I was when the pretty new boy was drawing attention to the low profile I had built for myself. He undid my efforts of staying under the radar in a matter of minutes when he started walking with me in the halls.
"Your brother was a true pain in my ass." I laughed lightly, remembering all those efforts I made to shake him off my hind and failing miserably.
"But you love him," Preston whispered and I smiled sadly at his statement. I took notice of the present tense he used and didn't miss a beat in answering him.
"That, I do."
When school was over, I drove back home to change my clothes and my choice of transportation. I felt my demeanor change as I got on my motorcycle with my fighting attire clinging onto my body.
Pixie's back, bitches.
I rode my bike to where the competition base camp.
I led my bike to the nearest shade and hid it from view after turning off the engine. Not having Levy around to greet me or to lead me to where I should go was offsetting. But remembering why he wasn't there to do all that anymore was even more offsetting.
The bastard really did good at fooling me; stupid Casey and her foolish tendency to trust people so easily.
I held my head high, my hair in a high ponytail swaying behind me. My hand was holding the strap of my duffel bag while the other was in the pocket of my jacket when I felt a hand land on my shoulder.
I quickly dropped my duffel bag and gripped the hand on my shoulder, twisting it and holding it behind the person's back. When I realized who it was, I quickly kicked the back of his knee and moved away from the fallen body.
Think about the devil and he'll appear.
