RÊD FLÂGS
Red Flags - Episode 21 & 22
(Badasses•Bad•Jerks)
★★★★★★★★★
"I wanna touch" she muttered, unconsciously biting her lip again, and that kind of rolled her back into her consciousness.
She blinked once, and her mouth widened.
Did she actually just think that?
Maybe she needs some kind of cleansing or something.
Is she starting to run crazy?
She's not the type to find the opposite gender attractive.
All her friends have celebrity crushes and male models they always stalk their IG accounts, but she has none.
Since the case, males became tasteless, and they lost all colour. All she always sees is a shade of grey like a period film.
They lost her interest totally, but now she's admiring Levi's @ss??
And newsflash; she's not even getting triggered? What the hell.
Staying in this same room is not right in the first place, so she quickly got her bag and rushed out of the room.
The hall is empty right now, looks like everyone settled in their rooms already.
The time is currently some minutes to eleven, so she's sure a larger percent of the students will be asleep by now.
She stopped walking at the end of the hall when she saw the man in charge about to enter his room.
"Sir!" She hollered, and the bald man turned to her direction.
"Miss Carson? How may I help you?" He asked as she took long strides to him.
"I need another room. I can't stay with Banks in the same room, I...
"Why? Isn't he the safest guy in school?" The man cut her off, and she almost laughed at his face.
Of course, that's what they all believe since they're not the ones he barged into their house in the middle of the night to play hide and seek with. They're not the ones he played fuçking Russian roulette with.
"Still, I'd like to...
"It's already late, Miss Carson. Go to bed, we sort this out tomorrow " the man cut her off, and before she could protest again, he already entered his room.
She stumped her foot on the ground frustratingly, then she saw a girl coming in her direction.
She has seen her with North a lotta times. Obviously she's one of The Titans, her name is Juliet.
"Hey, you wanna swap room cards with me?" She offered.
"No" Juliet glared.
"Banks is in the same room" Emory said again, and then a guy appeared too.
He's Romeo, Juliet's boyfriend.
They're quiet popular in campus, and rumours had it that they started dating only because their names match, not because they actually love each other.
He threw a nasty glare at Emory before taking Juliet away, and then it dawned on Emory.
This isn't because they don't want to, it's because someone told them not to.
Banks.
She dragged her bag down the hall again, flinging the door open barge in.
"I'll take it that it's your habit to barge into every available room" his voice came, sounding bored.
He's out of the bathroom already, and his boxers is already covering the lower part of his body.
He's currently patching his chest wound, and for a minute straight, Emory couldn't form a word.
From her spot, she could count like six moles on his visible body, and they're so brutally beautiful, just like him.
His six packs stood balanced on his ripped chest, and his chiseled abs looks professionally sculptured.
His masculine veins rippled through his skin, especially the skin on his forearms, and two veins ran down his tummy, to his incredible v-line which led to his...
"Looks like you'd wanna take off my shorts by yourself this time" his voice woke her, and she jumped to see him in front of herself already.
When did he even get here?
She sucked in a breath before trying to speak...
"You intentionally made us roommates, and that's why no one is ready to switch cards with me" she said, and he saw his brows do the dip.
"Who said could get another room different from this one?" His eyes darkened, and she scoffed before coming closer without realizing.
"If you're plotting anything in that messed up head of yours, then stop right now Levi. I'm not in for your mind fuckery" she said, and he was already in her face in another minute.
He tried to step back, but the moment she turned, his strong arm draped on her chest from behind, bringing her back to himself.
Her backside slammed on the ridges of his body, and her breaths got caught when she felt his boner on her back.
Her chest almost bursted when he brought his hand to the side of her face, his eyes going a darker shade.
"What are you doing" she swallowed like a lamb, and he brought that hand to the shell of her ear, rubbing it teasingly and leaving hot chills in it's wake.
Emory held her breath and tried to push him away, but who's she kidding?
"Stop it, Levi" She swallowed, unable to stop herself from inhaling him in.
It's too much.
He's too much.
In fact, the whole room is filled with his scent... Cinnamon.
"I won't play nice the next time you call me that name. You might wanna think it through" he warned in a predatory tone, and she bashed her lids twice.
He finally let go of her, and she threw her bag on the bed, fishing out three blouses and one cardigan, then four trousers and one joggers.
If she's gonna spend the night here, she might as well be prepared.
He stood by the wall like a gecko, watching her like his prey.
She was glaring as she entered the bathroom where she started changing into the layer of clothes.
'Gawd...I hate this guy' she groaned inwardly.
*
Eeryone is tired, so there's no chattings coming from the rooms except for one room that has it's lights on.
Chadwick and North's, and North's moans and pants could be heard throughout the hall.
Definitely, she's getting the banging of her life from Chadwick, pity.
Rain came out of her room to meet Isaac in the hall, and he automatically smiled when he sighted her.
"Hey, geek"
"Now you see me" she rolled eyes.
"What do you mean?" Isaac blinked.
"You were fooling with Hyce throughout the time we spent in the campus" she replied, sounding pathetic.
"No, Rain...
"Are you gonna leave me too? Are you gonna become gay and date him? I'm weak without you I can't even digest food. My eating disorder is getting worse you ain't even noticing anything" she cried silently, and Isaac quickly took her hands.
"It's not like that and you know. I'm straight, and Hyce will never be in my list of choices. You've been my bestie for ages and I won't change that" he said.
"Promise?" She rubbed his backhands.
"Of course" he smiled, wiping her tears.
"Do you like it with the girls?" He asked.
"Sure, they're cool" she smiled back.
"I should go to sleep, we see tomorrow"
"Alright, goodnight" he made to peck her cheek, but she avoided it before leaving him.
She entered her room, and he sighed before leaving too.
A minute later, Nina came out, staring at her phone screen.
She got a text from her foster mother, it's a picture of piled up plates and clothes waiting for her to wash them once she returns.
She sighed as she scrolled through the pictures, and she suddenly felt someone breathing at her neck
She twisted fast, and she was surprised to meet Hyce behind herself.
"What the fûck, Hyce!" She held her chest.
"You should sign up for the metropolitan area police when we return to Terraverde, Sherlock Holmes" he joked, and she grinned.
"Because your parents are cops?"
Hyce's mother and father are both police generals, even his senior brother is a lawyer.
It's like it's in the family blood, but Hyce is the only one who deviated to business line cos chasing criminals around ain't just his thing.
"Maybe, I can get you a good spot in my parents office" he winked, and Nina had a good laugh.
"I plan to have fun after graduation, not chasing criminals around"
"Then we're on the same side. Jesus, I hate anything related to criminals" Hyce made disgusting faces.
"Cos you're one yourself?" Nina replied.
"Touché" Hyce said, and she giggled as he got a stash of weed out of his pocket.
He rolled one, lightened it and was about to start smoking when she took it from him and had a zap.
"Fûck, barbie. You smoke?" Hyce's eyes dazzled with mischief.
"I learnt the habit from Emz. buenas noches (Goodnight)" she replied, walking away.
"See ya around, smoke buddy!" He shouted after her, and she chuckled before entering her room.
Hyce gave up on smoking then marched to his room too.
He's rooming with Conrad who's still up, trying to find the owner of the Vans like Levi requested.
Hyce slid behind him and peeked at the laptop.
"Still no trace of the owner?" He asked.
"Yup. There's no brand that sells that size in this country, even the whole globe" Conrad replied, halting his fingers on the laptop buttons.
"What do you mean? What size is the Vans?" Hyce frowned.
"60" Conrad faced him.
"What the hell is 60? Is that even a human?" Hyce scoffed.
"Apparently, whoever we're dealing with is not playing. He built the Vans by himself to confuse us, a genius" Conrad replied, stretching himself.
"That's...a no-brainer" Hyce replied.
"Is Banks really spending the night in the same room with Emory? He has no plans, does he?" Hyce said suspiciously.
"Are you scared for her?" Conrad tilted his head.
"You and Banks have the same level of madness in your systems" Hyce hissed.
"Nah, Banks is on top" Conrad laughed, clicking on a porn site.
The moment a video started playing and moans took over the room, Hyce left him and got a bag of red apples from beside the bed.
"That belongs to Banks, he never jokes with his red apples" Conrad warned.
"Let him kill me tomorrow morning" Hyce replied, taking one from the apples to munch on.
"I should probably start preparing for your funeral" Conrad said and began googling "How To Bury A Friend"
He was still on it when he got a text, and he picked his phone to check.
~ Have fun on your trip, and prepare for the upcoming event ~
It's from his mother, and immediately he read it, he felt like smashing his phone.
He shut down the laptop and stood, getting the weed stash before leaving the room.
*
NORTH AND CHADWICK'S ROOM*
North slipped into the bathroom after the long s+x exercise she had with Chadwick, and she exited after having a short shower.
With the towel wrapped around her chest, she went to Chadwick who's smoking joint and settled on his laps, kissing his lips into her mouth.
She absorbed the smoke in the process, and she blew it out through her nose to his face.
"What if I want round two?" she whispered.
"Aren't you such a whore?" His hoarse voice seeped out.
"Your whore" she replied, dragging the towel away from her chest.
Her br+Ã sts spilled out.
"We should plan for tomorrow instead. Your pu$+y can wait" he pushed her off.
"Tomorrow is already planned. We're setting Emory up with a snake during the island tour, aren't we? I brought the snake with me" She replied, bringing out a cage containing a black mamba from under the bed.
"Not just Emory, I'm adding Lizzy to the plan" Chadwick replied, and North smiled, reeking of wickedness.
"Sure" she set down the snake cage and peeled off her towel completely.
"Shall we? Tomorrow will be busy" She licked her finger.
Meanwhile, from the door, Omar has been listening.
After gathering the info he needs, he left as fast as possible.
*
REBEKAH AND LIZZY'S ROOM*
Rebekah is currently sitting beside Lizzy's body on the ground.
They were talking ten minutes ago when Lizzy suddenly got the seizure again, and she was too late to stop her from falling.
She fell from the bed and hurt her forehead, and it's still swollen.
She foamed for minutes before it finally stopped some minutes ago, and she has been still on the ground since then.
Rebekah had to sprinkle cold water on her, and she began massaging her swollen forehead.
Slowly, Lizzy's eyes opened, and she sat up.
"Are you ok now?" Rebekah asked with concern.
"I'm fine, thanks for taking care of me again" Lizzy smiled, wiping her lips.
"Get up, you should rinse your mouth and let's clean up" Rebekah helped her up, and they entered the bathroom together.
"I wasn't expecting his Majesty to allow you come on this trip. He never allows you" Lizzy said.
"I had to beg, and it took a while before he allowed me to come without guards, but I'm sure he secretly had them follow me" Rebekah replied, and Lizzy smiled after rinsing her mouth.
"You're lucky to be a princess" she said.
"I know, right?" Rebekah chuckled.
*
TERRAVERDE ISLAND, CARSON'S MANSON*
The couple are already on the bed in their room, but only the husband is asleep.
The wife (Tate) is awake beside him, staring into space and rolling from one side of the king-sized bed to another.
She did it for the third time in two minutes, and when she couldn't take it anymore, she left the bed and walked out of the room.
She went to Emory's room and opened the door to peek in, missing her more.
Emory hates when her parents call during her trips, it ruins her fun according to her, so she has to wait till Emory calls by herself.
"Tate" Mr. Carson came out of the bedroom too, meeting her there.
"I just hope she's having fun" Tate said.
"Trust her to always have fun anywhere" Mr. Carson replied, and Tate nodded before facing him.
"Don't you think we should tell her the truth soon?" She said worriedly.
"No, Tate. I don't wanna lose my only child, the shock will be too much for her yunno" Mr. Carson quickly replied, and Tate nodded.
"Let's go back to bed" Mr. Carson said, pulling her with him.
*
FORTE, 12AM~ EMORY AND LEVI'S ROOM*
While Emory is fast asleep on her bed with the duvet wrapped around her small body, Levi is fully awake.
He's sitting at the edge of his bed, opposite her, and his eyes didn't stray anywhere, just her face.
She made sure to wear all the clothes she took into the bathroom earlier, she even came for extra, and Levi has his devilish smirk on when she piled the duvet over herself.
If he decides to have her here and now, not even a thousand stupid clothes can stop him from fuçking her to oblivion, but obviously, the time is not here yet.
When it's time, she'd willingly open her legs.
She has the same expression on her face again, the unending feistiness even in her sleep.
He has been watching her for three years, hacking into her home every night without her knowledge, being her shadow.
He watched her sleep every night, and yet, he's not bored of that expression, he's never gonna be.
He's obsessed with watching her, studying her.
Though, there's barely anything to study anymore, he knows everything there is to know about her.
His eyes strayed to her bare feet which is left out by her duvet, and he called her idiot inwardly.
He went to her bag and fished out hello kitty socks which he came back to wear on her slenderly soft feet.
He covered her legs afterwards, then he got his phone and emailed Master X about the latest development.
When his sorry excuse of a father told him to start watching over her three years ago, he was against it, but he had to take it when it came with an offer.
An offer he couldn't resist.
He looked back to her face again, and he saw her lids moving.
She's starting to sweat too, and her body began shaking.
He witnessed this a lot of times.
She gets nightmares, but he has no idea what they're about.
It's definitely childhood trauma, but what is the cause?
It's the only thing he's still trying to figure out about her without success.
He sat beside her as her shakiness got worse, and the sweat intensified.
Emory is getting an episode again, and it's worse since she's not in her usual environment.
She's not in her room, and this plays a big role in making it chronic.
She clutched the duvet sickingly tight, and her breathing went up.
"Emory" Levi called softly.
No response.
"Emory" he rubbed the shell of her ear, guiding her chin with the other hand.
No response, again.
He brought his hand down to her throat and caressed the lines with gentle, slow strokes.
"Emory Noah Carson" he called her full name, and her eyes flew open, harsh breaths running out of her.
She sat up fast in bed, and her fearful, panicky eyes darted to him.
Maybe the nightmare blocked her vision or she actually can't see well at the moment to know it's actually him, but she climbed onto his laps as fast as possible, and her f+çking hot breaths fanned his neck as she wrapped her tiny arms on him and hugged him damn tight.
To her, this is still a nightmare. She's still dreaming.
Her body is shaking. No, she's actually shivering so bad, and the sweats even got worse.
Her eyes went tightly shut.
Her black painted nails digged into his back cos of the tightness, but he doesn't even feel it.
He threw his muscular arms around her too, the cherry smell of her hair wash intruding his nose immediately.
"Do you have any f+çking idea what you're doing right now, little fox?" Levi's velvety voice sieved into her ear.
She stayed irresponsive for a while, then she made soft inaudible sounds before finally voicing out...
"F+ck yeah... I'm in Levi's arms" she whispered sleepily.
TBC.
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