Counterpart (Succubi & Incubi Assn.) (4 page)

“It's because I'm in it.” The goose bumps that crawled up my skin
weren't the good kind. I looked beside me to see Ryan Smith—the definition of
the word
douche-bag
. Being a quarterback apparently gives you the right
to be a jerk, and Ryan was sure to do it. Those blue eyes weren't the same kind
that I liked. Instead these ones seemed to have a permanent darkness about
them. I despised him. He also holds the title for top player, on and off the
field. I couldn't understand how a guy could play with a girl’s heart so bad,
and just be okay with it. That's Ryan for you. If you fall in love with him,
you're stupid. It's as simple as that. If it wasn't for the fact that I could
get terminated from the SIA, he would be dead.

Isn't that what you did though? You led Tristan to believe that he
had a chance, but you went and shot him down. You should be lucky he even still
wants to be your friend.

My own subconscious threw me off guard when reality practically sunk
in. I knew from the first day that I met Tristan that there was something
interesting in him, so I kept him around. I made the mistake of actually
getting to know him, and unfortunately, a lot of feelings were played
through-out the span of us knowing each other. I knew he wanted something more,
and there was no doubt in me that I did too, but there was no way I was going
to let it get any further than it was. Last night just happened to be a sudden
thing. It was almost a mistake in my head.

The more I was thinking about this, the more I was starting to
believe that Ryan was the exact male version of me. But he played every person
he got with. I didn't—well, not really.

Fuck you, subconscious.

“Don't talk to me,” I said, not entirely sure if I was directing it
at the male next to me, or the hating conscious in my head.

“I actually heard a rumor about you, Maya.” His hand pushed through
my personal barrier, landing on my knee. Even though I was wearing jeans, I
could still feel how rough this hand was, and that only sent a wave of disgust
through me. “I heard you like your men talking dirty in your ear. Should we
test it out?”

Automatically annoyed, I grabbed his hand and bent it backwards,
hearing a hiss quickly come from him. “Where did you hear that?” I whispered
lowly and harshly.

A slow smirk crawled on his lips. I hated that smirk. I pushed his
hand back a tad more and the smirk faltered, but never did it disappear fully.
“It depends, do you want me to whisper it to you, or do you want to meet me
later in private?”

No one around us noticed the interaction happening. The theater
lights were dimmed low so all the attention could be on the ones taking the
stage.

The way Ryan was speaking, it was normal but this was different. His
eyes had glassed over and darkened the minute I touched him, while I could feel
his thundering pulse under the tips of my fingers. I knew what was happening.
Melinda was right. My demon was hungry and she was growing impatient, fast. I
needed to get this lust scent off me quick or else Ryan won't be the last
person I attacked.

Swiftly, I let go of him and turned back to face the stage. Anger
grew inside me, partly because I hadn't been in the mood to feed the demon, and
also because Malibu Barbie was taking the stage. I could never understand how
Tori became such a pride possession of this college. From her ravishing good
looks, and her bitchy attitude, you would think her and Ryan would be the
perfect couple. But no, she had to go after Tristan because apparently, he was
perfect. Never once did Tori and I ever end up on the same page. Actually, the
first time we met, she had been glaring at me from the other side of campus,
while Tristan was telling me how he had asked her out.

Ever since that day, she had made it her job to make sure I knew
that she didn't like me hanging out with her boyfriend. Tristan was oblivious
to it all, as guys are. They never really understood the female population, and
in Tristan's head, he thought it was some silly girl thing and we'd get over it
eventually. Three months later and nothing has happened.

Something about how she had two faces was enough to make sure I kept
my distance. Sadly, that distance was too small when it came to this stupid
class. The way she saunters onto the stage, like she's about to star in a Broadway,
it only annoyed me.

So far, the last day of the semester was starting to piss me off and
it wasn't helping me with my current situation: my demon.

Just wait until after class, Maya.

Blondie smiled widely towards everyone, her eyes connecting with mine
and I was sure that smile turned into a smirk. I was done by that point.

Fuck class.

“Come on.” I stood and walked past Ryan, heading out of the theater
while the Professor wasn't looking. I didn't need to look behind me to know he
would follow like a little puppy. My lust scent would draw him in like I had
the one thing he needed, when really, he was willing to give me the one thing
I
needed.

A set of rest rooms were just outside the theater and Ryan didn't
waste any time to pull me inside the males. I don't know why it was always the
males. Why can’t people just go into the females for once?

It was empty, which was lucky—I didn't want to be seen with this
guy. He took us inside a small stall, making no hesitation to place his lips
straight on my neck. The kisses were rough, his lips ending at the bottom of my
list of hottest body parts. The dryness of them felt prickly on my skin, and I
just wanted to scratch them away. I already knew this wasn't going to be one of
my top ten bathroom breaks, but the demon wanted him and right now, I had no
motive to deny her. She could be so needy.

There was no mouth to mouth involved. Hallelujah. He fumbled with
the button of my jeans and then took a long ass time just trying to undo his
own belt. I was halfway up the stall wall instantly, and his hands started
pushing my jeans as far down as he needed. By the time he was inside, that was
it for me and the demon took over.

It lasted around ten minutes—roughly eight. He was slumped against
me and breathing heavily against my chest. The warmth of his breath washed over
my skin, and I couldn't do anything about it. I stood there for what felt like
five minutes, the past eight minutes running through my head, and I couldn't
help but wonder what had gotten into me. I never stooped this low to even think
about touching Ryan, and here I was. If you asked me a year ago if I would’ve
considered Ryan a potential demon filler, I would’ve told you to fuck off.

Lately, I hardly acted like myself. I couldn't even recognize my
reflection half the time.

When I finally got over the reality of what I had done, I pushed his
body away from me. At least I could leave him for a while.

“That was the best bathroom sex I've had in ages.” His eyes were
half closed and he looked up at me with a lopsided grin. I could only imagine
how he felt. If you'd ever had a joint, you'd know exactly how it was: high,
light, complete bliss.

It only revolted me even more that I caused this.

“Yeah, that's great,” I said glumly. I moved away from him and
stood, buttoning up my jeans and straightening my shirt. “Just stay here, and
don't do anything.”

He managed to sit down on the closed toilet and his head slumped
against the wall. He nodded—I think—and not even ten seconds later, he was
passed out. I hoped no one found him here before he wakes. It was a long shot
though. I've managed to knock someone out for five hours before. If anyone
walked in here and got suspicious, then I wasn't going to be happy, especially
if anyone saw me.

“This is why I don't fuck around school.” I sighed and walked out of
the stall. No one had entered in the past ten minutes and they were lucky. The
way Ryan grunted wasn't something you wanted to hear, even if you were having a
romantic moment with him.

I sighed in relief when the coast was clear as I walked back out of
the bathroom. The thought of returning to class downed my mood. I pulled my
phone out of my pocket and looked at the time.
9 am
. I had at least another 45 minutes to
go until my next class.

I turned my back on the theater and walked out. There was no way I
was going to read Shakespeare. I never saw the point in trying to reenact
history. Besides, I had done that in High School. Why would they want to put me
through that again? No one even talks like that anymore.

“Maya, Maya, there art thou, Maya.”

I spoke too soon.

I turned around and spotted Tristan leaning against a tree beside
the theater. He had gone home and changed out of his jeans and put on a fresh
pair, mix and matching it with a black shirt that had
KISS
written all over
it. His hair was still as ruffled as it was when he left my room, and I wasn’t
even going to bring up how good his eyes looked when the sun shone down on
them.

Look away.

I pushed up a single brow and crossed my arms. “Really?”

He shrugged and pushed off the tree, taking slow steps towards me.
“Heard you were doing Shakespeare readings, thought I'd help out.”

“I don't need help. I'm not doing the—” my words cut off when I
noticed that the tree he had been standing behind was right beside the male's
bathroom windows. And just with my luck, they were all open. My face struggled
to not cringe. “How long have you been standing out here?”

He pocketed his hands, eyes narrowed with curiosity. His gaze
switched from me to the tree, then back to me, this time with a quirk on his
lips. “Long enough to hear grunting from the bathroom.”

He knew. He so fucking knew.

I wanted to laugh, like idiotically laugh, then I wanted to jump
under a bridge and stay there. “Entertaining.”

“Yes,” he nodded and looked up thoughtfully, his body closing the
space between us. “And then you happen to walk out once it's finished.” He was
so close that I could smell a slight musky scent on him. The fact that he was
finding this amusing only made me even more defensive.

“Uh...” I tried to come up with the best excuse. “I was actually
coming out for a breath of fresh air.” Kind of convincing. “Do you know what
it's like to be in a theater?”

The air around us felt thin, and he shrugged. It was like deja vu
with the way we were so close to each other. The non-existent space seemed too
much to handle. My stomach started to feel light and heated when I noticed the
darkness of his eyes as they looked down at me. “What are you doing right now?”

It was a random change of subject but whatever. Why was he even
asking me that? “Nothing,” I shrugged, “what about you? Picking up your
girlfriend?” The way I said the last word was like I hated it. It was too much
to ask that he ignored the change in tone.

“Wow, Maya,” Tristan's smirk deepened, “if I didn't know any better,
I'd say you were jealous.”

I almost ripped into him just for saying that stupid sentence. “I’m
not jealous of your non-sexual relationship with the blonde.”

It didn't sound convincing, and I knew from his grin that he was
thinking the same thing. “You two have to get along at some point. I don't even
know why you guys are being so stubborn.”

I wasn't being stubborn. It was her that was being stubborn. “The
day me and your girlfriend will like each other, is the day when Hell freezes
over.”

Tristan's eyes narrowed and it looked like he was thinking. My
facade at acting like none of this was at all affecting me was soon diminished
when he decided to move. And by move, I mean he brought his thumb up and slid
it across his bottom lip.

I watched as his eyes flicked down and the thoughtful expression
stayed on his face. Humor had disappeared from him, and I was about to ask him
about it when he nodded, cutting off my thoughts. “I better go,” he hitched a
thumb over his shoulder, “boyfriend things to do.”

My mood changed instantly, and I resisted from rolling my eyes. “Of
course.”

“By the way,” Tristan was taking slow steps backward. I noticed two
of his fingers were pointed towards me. “He missed a spot.”

“What?” Confused and completely lost, I followed the direction of
his fingers and spotted something very disgusting on my jeans.
Oh my God,
I'm going to vomit
. “How do you know that's not just a stain?” It was the
best possible excuse that popped into my head, but not even I would ruin my
jeans with a white... well, anything.

It was obvious that Tristan wasn't convinced and the look I received
confirmed that. “Maya, I'm a male. I know a stain when I see one, and that is
certainly not one from a yogurt.”

There was no point in hiding it now. “I'm going to fucking kill him,
I swear.” I frowned down at the newly made stain and almost gagged at the
memories. “Idiot.”

Every time I looked down at the stain, I felt a new hatred for the
culprit play in my head. Did he really have to be so clumsy? He couldn't just...
ugh. I shook my head. Maybe I could go back to my dorm without being seen.

When I brought my eyes back to Tristan, he was still standing there,
staring at the stain. But it was as if he was glaring at it, like it shouldn't
be there. It was also starting to feel awkward because it was right on the
inside of my thigh.