Existence Trilogy #3 - Ceaseless - Abbi Glines Page 0,2

didn’t know what he wanted but it was hard not to want to do whatever it would take to please him. He reached for another pair of my shoes and put them in the box. He continued until each shoe was back in the correct box. Then he reached down and picked up the box. The snug-fitting black tee shirt he was wearing did wonderful things for his arms as he held the box and stood there waiting for directions.

“Where to?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure I wanted his help but I definitely needed help. Miranda was just now making her way across the street. I knew the minute her eyes landed on him. Her mouth dropped open and she dropped the box she was carrying. What the heck? He was hot but did she have to drop her box and spill her hair products across the street.? Dangit. We were never gonna get moved into our dorm room at this rate.

“OHMYGOD,” she screamed, covering her mouth and doing a little bouncy thing on the balls of her feet. It had moved from embarrassing to humiliating. I was afraid to look back at the guy. Miranda was acting like a lunatic.

“Miranda,” I hissed, trying to get her to stop going fan-girl over some strange random guy. She then lifted her finger and started pointing at him. Fantastic. She’d gone insane.

“Do you know who he is?” she asked me, and then squealed, still gawking at him.

Did I know who he was? What did she mean? Was I missing something? I turned and looked at him again. He was still just as ridiculously sexy, but he was just a guy. The amused smirk on his face alerted me that maybe he knew why she was acting like she’d lost her mind.

“Who are you?” I asked studying him closely.

The blue in his eyes began to … glow?

“Dank Walker,” he replied, never taking his gaze from mine. It was hard to look away from his eyes. Something in them was magnetic. Almost like my body was drawn to him. I didn’t like it. It scared me. It was wrong. It wasn’t normal.

“Pagan, do you not know who he is? Oh. My. God! You have got to be kidding me. I’ve got to get you out more. I can’t believe it is you are really standing here. Holding her Pagan’s box. Do you go here? I didn’t know you went to college? I am such a big fan. Yet You Stay is my ringtone. Love it!”

Ringtone? Wait…

“You’re the lead singer in that band,” I paused, because I couldn’t remember their name. I knew Miranda loved them. I just tuned her out most of the time when she started going on and on about something.

“Cold Soul, Pagan! He is the lead singer of Cold-freaking-Soul. How could you not know this?” Miranda informed me as she stepped over her brushes and hair dryer to get closer to Dank Walker.

“I am your biggest fan.” She informed him but I had a feeling he’d figured that much out already.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he replied politely, but only glanced at her before he turned his attention back to me. The amused grin on his face made me feel like he knew something I didn’t. That annoyed me.

“I can take the box. Thanks for your offer to help but I’ve got it,” I said reaching out to take the box he was holding. He arched one eyebrow and shifted the box out of my reach.

“I’m sure you can handle it all by yourself, Pagan. But I want to carry it to your room. Please.” I couldn’t be rude. He had said please.

“She wants to carry it herself, Dank. Give her the damn box and let’s go. We got stuff to do.” The Emo girl who was now sitting on his motorcycle called out.

Something that I was pretty sure was anger flashed in his eyes. He didn’t even glance back in her direction. “Ignore her,” he told me as he nodded his head toward the doors of the dorm. “Lead the way.”

I didn’t want the wild, slightly-scary girl who lived in my dorm to hate me, but Miranda was nudging my arm like an idiot. She wanted me to let Dank Walker carry my box of shoes and he was obviously determined to help me.

“Okay fine, I’ll just go get another box. Miranda, you show him where the room is.” Miranda beamed at me and nodded her appreciation.

The amused look vanished and