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Chapter 16 - First Literature class

Andria's POV

I walked to the vanity, which has become my favourite thing in Ashwood. My hair looked dishevelled, and my eyes and face were worn out from lack of sleep.

I could skip classes, but considering this would be my first time in a history or literature class, I can't afford to miss them.

"Just a little bit of freshening up and a makeover will help", I whispered to myself and then whistled to the bathroom. 

I enjoyed whistling while bathing; it somehow relieved me. I developed that coping mechanism when I lived with my family after a stressful day with them, as I would spend time in the shower whistling.

I walked back to the vanity and examined myself. 'Much better, ' I muttered to myself before applying the potion to my arm.

The bell rang, and I knew that I was already late for classes. I must have taken a long time in the bathroom.

I dressed up quickly, not forgetting to carry my potion with me just in case I would need it. I walked out of my gentle enough not to make a noise.

My roommates were fast asleep, so I tapped gently on their door. I didn't know why they loved going to classes late.

I noticed they weren't opening up or responding. I knocked harder, but still, there was no answer. 

So I made my way to the dining area and prepared some toasted bread, as it was easy and fast to prepare. I hurried to eat my breakfast.

As I ate my food, I couldn't help but remember the days I escaped home to go hunting and gather animal blood for my meal , and then bring back meat for the family.

'Maybe one of these days I will go for a blood hunt, I've missed feeding my cravings.'

The Falcons always left the male duties for me, claiming that I was the only suitable person for the job. I sighed at the thought of how I have been treated. There's no way I'm getting treated that way again.

I made my way out of the apartment to the lecture building. 

The hallway was busy with students hurrying to class, and I didn't know when I bumped into him again, but I felt it. 

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Tristan's POV

Yesterday's event flashed on my mind like a blurry movie.

When we arrived at the cafeteria, I could smell her pitch-like heat almost immediately; it felt like an ambush. I didn't want to go over to her table; she was with her friends.

"I can smell her so vividly, I hate to admit that I love it." Aven voiced out. That was the first time I heard Aven say anything positive about someone.

I watched as she took an ointment from one of her friends and applied it to her skin. I wondered what that was. I turned to Aven and Damon, and before I could turn back, she was gone.

"Well, well, well, since she is gone, I guess we can go now. Since you guys enjoy stalking her now." Aven added, gesturing towards the door for us.

Just as we were about to leave, the trio ambushed us.

"We are sorry about what happened today," Tracy said, picking her fingers and staring on the floor like she was a shy scaredy kid, and if I didn't know her better, I would have bought that facade.

"We didn't know it would offend the successors that way," Tracy added

"I have told you girls, an offence on my mate is an offence on me" Aven ordered so possessively that my wolf wanted to fight him, 'But we are not doing that, Trevor.'

The bell rang, and I remembered that I should be preparing for lectures instead of sitting in bed and reminiscing about yesterday.

I gathered my belongings and got dressed to leave. I was already late, although I couldn't care less. I closed the door behind me. I walked to the living room, and there sat Damon as usual, tapping away on his phone. 

I'll be having literature and history classes today. Literature, Agriculture and Geography were electives.

Damon chose Agric, and Aven, of course chose geography; therefore, we won't be heading in the same direction today, but we will meet in history class. 

"Where's Aven?" I asked, gently scanning the room for him, in case he was hiding somewhere.

"He has gone for classes, besides you know Aven.." The only thing that could make Aven late for classes is me, but most of the time it's Damon.

"Well, I'm leaving, see you in history class" I knew that Damon would still attend classes today, but maybe thirty minutes before the class ends. He is only attending the Agricultural courses because it is crucial for the successor of the agricultural stronghold to be grounded in it.

I arrived at the school hallway, which was pretty busy, with students rushing to their various elective courses.

I got my books from the locker room and headed straight for classes, shoving through people before I bumped into her familiar scent. Aria. The smell was less pungent today than it was yesterday. I wonder what had happened to her scent that I had to be close to her to perceive it.

I was heading to class, and it looked like she was heading to the locker room. She was putting on a sleeveless gown with stockings, and I could see the tattoo radiating on her arm. I didn't know the tattoo on her arm before.

I reached out for her arm, a little too forcefully than I wanted to, and she flinched a little but regained composure quickly.

I wondered why and when she was able to get a tattoo, but then her scent had also dulled noticeably. Although I hate to admit that I hated that I couldn't smell her like I used to.

Perhaps the tattoos are responsible for masking the scent. 

"Where did you get those?" I asked her, and I hated her reply, but I expected it.

"It is none of your business, Tristan." I wanted to punch her to show her who is boss, but that wasn't necessary since we were both late for classes.

"You are already late for class, sassy wolf". Sassy wolf seemed like a nice nickname for her. She glared at me and walked out.

I arrived at class, and Professor Alan was already there. 

"Why are you late, Tristan?, You know my rule....," he paused looked behind me and continued. "You both are lucky to be here before twenty minutes since my lecture started." Prof. Alan blurted out.

I looked behind me to see that Aria was behind me. 'So she chose literature as her elective?, She seemed more like the laboratory girl than a storyteller.'

What does she like or hate? she seems interesting and I'm going to find out.

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