[16] Ezra: 'This Means War.'-2

"I know! It's surprising how quick they grow," Seneca agrees as she wipes a fake-tear off her cheek, grinning a shit-eating grin as she snuggles closer to Micajah. Dammit. "Shut up, you nosy fuckers!" I shake my head and try in vain to reign in the huge grin trying to swallow my face. I finally give in and let it take over my face as I stand up, turning around to definitely leave this time. "But tell us what happened after! Was it awkward?" I think back to the moment we'd pulled away because of the stupid second bell, and the way she'd smiled at me in a sort of a bashful manner with an adorable expression in her face like I mattered a lot to her, like she'd missed me as much as I'd missed her, "I'm sorry about disappearing, really. I didn't mean to go off the grid like that. Someone told me they spotted some leads. That's why I had to drop everything and run." I'd had a sinking realization in my stomach, "Leads? You mean about Estevan?" A grim look had crossed over her face, "Yes. I know he's with Chance Parker, but that doesn't mean that he wouldn't have left his Pack lands for something. I was hoping to corner him." "Oh," I'd been blindsided by the possibility that she hadn't exactly left to avoid me, and it had taken a few moments for my hug-fogged brain's cogs to start turning, "You know, Chance owes our Pack big time. We can force his hand and make him reveal his Mate if you'd like that." She'd remained silent for a couple of seconds, contemplating it, "No, this is between the Pineda and Parker Packs. If I let you do that for me now, then I'll owe your Alpha one," She'd looked at me strangely when she'd said that, and only at that moment I'd realized that if her opinion of me is so convoluted, then her opinion of Seneca must down the drain somewhere, "I'm not so sure I'm comfortable with that . . ." Fuck, I can't believe I've tarnished my own Alpha's reputation so badly. I'd sighed, about to open my mouth and plead my case, when suddenly she'd spotted her professor behind me, who was walking down the corridor, "Shoot, he's here. I've missed lots of classes already, so I have to go. And by the way, you seemed surprised. I told Alessia to tell you about the leads thing, didn't she tell you?" I'd been so thrown off by her dislike for all things Mordecai and I'd had to take a second to pull my thoughts together at her abrupt change of topic. She'd been waiting by the entrance of the door, looking at me expectantly to hurry the fuck up, "Oh! No, uh, she didn't tell me about that." "Oh, that's . . . weird. Okay, I'll see you around!' With that, she'd disappeared into the threshold of her classroom, leaving me staring at her confused about several things. "Um, about that." I say, turning back to look at Seneca and Micajah apologetically, "I think Nyah thinks our whole pack is a bunch of jackasses?" "Say, what?" Micajah exclaims, wrinkling his brows together as he peruses me with eyes in the form of two slits. "Uh . . . yeah . . . um, it's because of my history with her?" "Ezra Anthony Harland. Explain yourself, now," Seneca bites out, clenching her jaw as her eyes darken literally. "Oh! I forgot about my horse-riding classes! Bye-bye!" I jump around the seats and quickly evade a pissed-off looking Alpha-couple, rushing in the direction of the trash can with their curses echoing behind me. "Make it right, jerkface!" Seneca yells finally just as I'm about to exit the cafeteria, and I give her a thumbs up behind my head without turning around. One more thing to add to my list of things that Nyah has to forgive me for. ~ "Um, you sure about this?" Paige asks, spinning around in the chair beside me like the little kid she is. Then again, I was spinning around in the same chair in the recent past, so I guess not everyone who spins can be classified as a child. And if anyone says they should, then they need to be schooled about the fun of spinning in a rolling chair. "Yep," I pop the 'p' as I scroll through the available options in the computer, hoping to find something downloaded already. "Isn't it a bit too much, though?" Paige asks once again as she stops her spinning chair with a foot on the ground, raising her eyebrows at me. "Not really, this is barely a thing. I've been regretting that I couldn't come up with anything original on short notice and you're worried? Didn't I just tell you that she got me arrested?" I shake my head in frustration as I close the window, opening Google Chrome to search what I need instead. "Okay, and you're sure this is the computer she uses to find the books she wants?" Paige asks calmly, and suddenly, I have to wonder why she's being the voice of reason. The reason why I'd made her bunk class and dragged her here with me instead of my good-for-nothing friends was because I'd expected her to be all in it. Not the other way around. "Yes, Paige-chan." I stop what I'm doing to turn in my chair and face her, observing her face and the awkward look she's sporting, "Why are you so worried about her?" "What? No!" Paige lets out the fakest laugh there is as she waves it away awkwardly, "I'm not worried about her." "Uh-huh." "I mean, it's not like she'll feel humiliated or anything, right?" She smiles at me in that awkward manner she's been doing since a few minutes ago, and then it clicks. Oh. She has faced incidents like these. Only, the people doing them didn't exactly have a pranking intent. More like maliciousness. "No, no, no! P-Chan, I'm not bullying her!" I throw my hands up in the air in frustration, "This is a prank war that she started, and I can guarantee you that she won't feel like I'm bullying her." "Oh, okay." She sighs, smiling more genuinely now. She glances at the computer screen to where I've been searching what I need, and rolls her eyes, "You're such a dumbass. That is not how you search this stuff. Move," She stands up and gives my chair a shove, sending it rolling away, "Let the expert handle this." I laugh, rolling back closer to the computer to see where she's gonna find it, "Cool, Sensei Paige-san." ~ We had both moved out of the way of the front row of computers when the hour ended and free hour started, and many people started shuffling into the library silently to use the computers and the printers. I'd chosen the computer directly across from Nyah's-Paige was sitting beside me with a bored expression and creating a stream-list of her favorite vocaloids-to guard the computer and not let anyone else use it in case they arrived earlier. Just as I'd expected, Nyah strolls in five minutes later, dressed like a badass in her ripped black jeans and asymmetrical grey top, her dark jacket slung on her arm. The sight of her after a whole day does nothing but send my horny self into a tailspin for a second-because the surge of lust I was hit with is the last thing I expected at the moment. She immediately senses my presence the moment she enters the room. Her dark mocha eyes find mine in an instant, and I can almost see the visible question marks in them because obviously, I'm never seen anywhere near the library. She gives me a pleased smile anyway that doesn't betray any other emotions, seemingly happy to see me nonetheless. Was she not blindsided by her horny Wolf's reactions too? 'Let's blame it all on the Wolf, why don't we?' The sarcastic beast barks, and I push him away and block him out. Not the time for his spiel. I shrug at her and smile back, turning back as if I'm going back to whatever I'm doing. I hear the rustle of fabric and assume that she had just draped her jacket on the back of the chair, and then there's a telltale squeak of wheels as she makes herself comfortable and rolls closer to the desk. And then there's a pause from her because the computer is unusually logged out. I turn back around slowly to avoid making even the tiniest of sounds that may tattle on my movements, leaning back on my chair to survey the back of her bent head as she types 'Administrator' as the username and password. And then it starts. At first, the login sound is just a tiny moan. And then suddenly it increases to full on grunting and sucking and moaning and panting-two people on the heights of their climax. There's also sounds of whips or something akin to it cracking in the air, making it clear that something awfully kinky is going on. Nyah flies out of her chair in embarrassment, trying to find the speaker with the knob to reduce the volume-yep, ancient speaker sets have knobs only in one of them if you didn't know that already-but nuh uh, I'd extended the wire and put that one a few computers away, and turned it down so that no one finds it out, but I had also turned up all the other speakers to a very high volume. Safe to say that my worry whether it would reach the entire wing of the library has been taken care of. Nyah then tries to tap the keys on the keyboard to reduce the volume furiously, but the ancient computer is loading only now and hasn't started yet, so typing at anything on the keyboard is futile. "Yes, please master!" The woman cries and then there's a series of desperate moans and one elaborately exaggerated and drawn out groan as if the two people had just orgasmed. Silence. Complete and utter silence as every single person peeks up from whatever they're doing to find the source of the noise. Nyah is standing still with both her hands covering her face as she mutters something under her breath, but I can see that the tips of her ears are a beet red, and presumably, her entire face is as well. "Always knew you had a thing for kinky porn," I chuckle, trying very hard to not laugh as I stand up like I was just done with whatever I'd been doing. That cracks the silence as people let out awkward chuckles and laughs and turn back to their stuff with occasional glances our way. Nyah slowly pulls her hands away, exposing her completely red face as she glares me down, but just as I'd expected, there's a hint of undeniable amusement in her glower, like she couldn't believe I'd just done that. "You," She shakes her head in an almost warning manner as her lips threaten to pull up and let out the laugh she seems to be holding back, "You started something big. This means war," "Oh, tch, tch, Mate." I nod my head at her pityingly in response as I give her a daring grin, "This war started the moment you got into that duffel bag." "Uh huh," She crosses her arms and takes a step forward until there are merely a couple of inches of space between us. Her lips come up near my ear and I struggle to control my shudder at the fan of her warm breath, clenching my jaw. "Be prepared to be slain." She whispers throatily and pulls back slightly and look into my eyes, letting her chocolate orbs flash gold and announce that her Wolf is in too. 'So am I,' My Wolf lets out an excited howl that makes me grin back, letting him come forward and make my own eyes flash a dark gold too. "Bring it on." With that, I grab my jacket from my chair and saunter away. I hear a low growl from my Mate, and that just makes me burst and let out the laughter I'd been holding in the whole time. This is going to be so much fun. ~ * ~ :) Blushing and Ezra . . . never thought they'd go together in the same line, eh?