“Yeah, well I can't regret it now. It's already done.” I grabbed a pair of faded skinny jeans, pulling out a light top to go with it. “Besides,” I said, placing the clothes on my bed and pointing my gaze towards Jamie. “We didn't have sex. It was just a make out session and then his drunken ass passed out.”
Biggest semi-lie ever.
Lucky she didn't pick that one up. “You should be careful, Maya. You and Tristan may be friends, but you guys have a very, very different definition of friends than most people, actually, than everyone. What you guys have is called FWBAC.”
“FWBAC?”
“Friends with Benefits and Complications.”
The complications thing I could understand...
“We're not friends with benefits.” I was positive about that. “That would involve me having sex with him, and that hasn't happened.”
Jamie cocked a single brow. “Touché, I’m waiting for that day to come.”
I rolled my eyes, waving my hand in the air. “You'll be waiting a really long time.” As much as I would've loved for that to be a lie, it wasn't.
Tristan = off limits.
Jamie went silent after that and she stayed in my room for a bit before she went back to packing. Needing another form of distraction, and making sure she was out of my hearing range, I picked up my phone and dialed one number I knew by heart.
“I smell something that involves sex,” a familiar male voice teased on the other end.
“Well if it isn't my favorite incubus.” I grinned. “How are you doing, Daniel? Please, do tell me how Florida is treating you.”
Daniel Bradshaw was pretty much the male, more sexual version of me. He classed himself as the epitome of sex appeal, which was understandable. You could see it everywhere.
Hell if it wasn't for Tristan, Daniel would probably be my go-to guy, the one that would hear about my problems and then make it better—then again, he was actually doing that because Tristan didn't know about me either. Daniel just didn't know how to make me feel better without bringing up sex as an option. Nonetheless, he was a great friend and someone who had grown close to me—just not as close as he wishes. He was fun and trustworthy.
I walked around the room while he explained the amount of girls he had been with in the past few months. Every encounter was detailed the same way I would detail mine: sex, booze, boobs, grinding, tongues lashing, hands grabbing... it was basically an erotic novel.
But if he asked me how L.A. was, I was going to have to lie. Truth be told, I hadn't been out in a while. The last time I had my release was a few weeks ago, after one of Tristan's fighting events.
I remember that night all too well.
“Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot!” the crowd cheered. A row of us sat in front of the bar and raised our glasses in the air.
“Here are to the wins tonight, boys,” I said, before downing the whole shot. The burn that trailed down my throat didn't bother me one bit. I embraced it. It gave me satisfaction, and half the time it was relaxing. “Who wants another round?” I shouted, only to receive a holler of cheers in reply.
I could feel him before he showed up. Tristan walked up to my side in all his winning glory. You couldn't miss the wide grin on his face, success swimming through his head. He had a good fight tonight—which wasn't new. He seemed to be a big winner around here.
And he definitely looked good, sporting a freshly washed shirt and dark jeans.
“Maya, how much have you had to drink?” he asked, like a parent was asking their child how much cookies they stole from the jar. It only caused my lips to pull up in smirk.
Tori Matthews, Tristan's girlfriend, appeared out of nowhere then. Her blonde hair had been put through the curler and spiraled over her shoulders like the fake extensions that they were. Large amounts of make-up were applied to her face and the scowl—which I had gotten used to—appeared at the sight of me.
“Apparently not enough,” I mumbled and took the shot the bartender had laid out. “Congratulations.” I slid one of the others to Tristan—purposely ignoring his bimbo's presence—and he took it with no hesitation.
Tori didn't seem at all phased which wasn't normal. She stayed away from me, and I stayed away from her.
This is why I knew I needed to get away.
“I'm going to go see what's out on the dance floor.” I pushed off the bar before anyone could stop or distract me, and moved down to the large area. The heat in the back of my neck prickled against the skin. I knew Tristan was watching me. I couldn't even find it in myself to look back.
The thing with Tristan and I is that we have a connection that no one sees or knows about. Not even us. Well we know about it. We just don't understand it sometimes.
It's like we like to be near each other, and I know deep down that he would take it to the next level, but I can't. I refuse to do that to him. For the first time, since I even turned 18, Tristan was the first guy that intrigued me. Something about him seemed to always pull me in. Even my demon loved him.
Yet, I was ignoring her cravings for him, because I cared.
So he started dating Tori. It wasn't the best relationship in the world, but he was happy. Sometimes, he'd occasionally come over to my dorm and talk about how she doesn't want sex. You would think after being together for the past few months they would at least get past first base. But no, she stuck to kissing and that was it for her. She had some big thing where she wanted to wait for the right guy to come along and she'd lose her virginity to him.
It was understandable.
But saying that to your boyfriend wasn't one of the best things you could do. It was an ego-killer.
So I was there, to listen to his relationship crap. I listened because it's what friends do.
If there was anything I learned from listening to him though, it was that I was glad I was a succubus. I don't think I could ever handle being in a relationship. I would probably kill my partner with my hands before my sex did.
The dance floor was packed with people from college. A lot of faces I knew. A lot of faces I had slept with. I maneuvered around sweaty bodies until I was right bang in the middle. The techno song blasting through-out the club was a hit, making everyone look like they were on ecstasy. The atmosphere just screamed crazy.
I danced in my own world. I didn't need anyone to dance with. I closed my eyes and let the music take control of my body, sending me to another realm, where there was nothing but me and the music.
Like all good things, my realm soon vanished when I felt a body press up against mine. My eyes snapped open and they met with a nicely shaped chin, a decent amount of stubble forming and instantly, I was being pulled into him. I didn't flinch away. I wasn't even pissed that he just interrupted me. I could feel his hands making themselves comfortable on my hips, a set of large fingers brushing against my light dress. Slowly, my eyes moved up until they met with dark smoldering ones. Lust and intoxication was his all-round scent.
I didn't recognize him from college, but he was around the same age as me if not a few years older. Our bodies had started moving together without any hesitation, my hands finding his shirt when his tongue flicked over his bottom lip. He was watching my lips with pure hunger. A hunger I was starting to feel grow inside me. I was due for another hit and he came at a perfect time.
For some reason, both of us seemed to know what the other needed. No talking, just touching.
My arms traveled up the wide space of his broad chest until they slid around his neck. I could feel his nose trail along my cheek, the warmth of his breath tickling my skin.
As I was looking over his shoulder, I saw an image I couldn't handle. Tristan smiled down at Tori, playing with a piece of her hair before placing it behind her ear and leaning down—
I closed my eyes, and without even thinking, I found myself burying my face into the crook of this guy’s neck. I couldn't bear to watch something so intimate happen between them. It was a stupid thing for
me to say. I really didn't have a right to be like this. Tristan was happy with Tori. It didn't matter what I thought. It didn't matter that I would love to have someone just smile down at me, play with my hair, whisper things into my ear—great, I'm going to be an emotional wreck soon. I've drank way too many.
I needed a distraction and this guy in front of me was willing to be that.
My head moved and as if we had the same mind, my lips met with soft ones. They weren't the perfect lips that I imagined, but they were enough. His fingers pressed against my back and I arched into him, pressing myself closer. He took my top lip between his and tugged gently, causing a soft sigh to pass my lips. I needed more.
I could feel my demon awaken inside me, starting to spread her lust and capture her prey. She was as hungry as me.
And who was I to deny her?
“Don't tell me, you're imagining me in bed again?” Daniel's voice pulled me out of the memory.
“Please,” I scoffed, “if anything, you're the one trying to get his self in my pants, remember? PS: I'm not wearing any.” He went silent and I knew I got him good. “Don't tell me, you're imagining me in bed again, huh?”
“Well how could I not when you're going around telling me what you aren't wearing?” he exclaimed.
“Want to know something else?” I teased.
He cleared his throat, he knew what was coming. “What's that?”
“I'm about to go for a shower, naked.”
Two – Am I The Only One That Can’t Stand College?
Last day of college was finally here, and boy was I glad. The campus crawled with all the students, bustling away to their final classes for the next few months. That is unless you're going to summer school, then you're fucked. Not that there's anything wrong with it. I just hate class, except for English. English was good.
I had even been forced into signing up for summer classes, just so I could have a reason to stay on campus. I’m sure Melinda was in on it too. It was stupid of us, because not only are we not intending to go, but it'll probably affect our grades more in three months than a year.
No one told me college was going to be so complicating.
I had picked up a coffee from a nearby cafe before arriving in the madness. It was lucky too. I wasn't a morning person and unless people wanted to deal with my short-temper, then I needed my coffee. I wasn't in any rush getting to my class though, so I spent the last five minutes before, to sit at a bench. I reverted to people watching, which seemed to be fun when everyone around you was acting like the world was going to end.
It wasn't long before a shadow loomed over my head, and I glanced up to see Melinda Jacobs, my fellow succubus. Confused, I arched a brow as she sat down. I should have felt her coming from a mile away. Sensing another one of your kind was a perk that came with being a succubus, and I was only confused because I couldn't gather a decent amount of scent on her. Which really only meant one thing. “Someone got laid last night. Your lust scent is almost non-existent,” I said smugly.
The side of Melinda's lips pulled up and she took a quick sip of her iced coffee. Like me, she needed a caffeine fix. Her light brown hair was pulled up into a messy high bun, while dark glasses covered her eyes. I almost envied how she could still look like she walked on the runway for a living, even with a hangover.
Eventually she let out a long breath. “You would think they would be the one exhausted, but this guy was definitely something. We had sex six times last night. He wasn't tired what-so-ever. It's a record, I swear. He eventually did pass out. There was just a lot of energy on him. Must be drugs, it usually explains it all,” she said.
Drugs were the one thing that could either frustrate us, or it could be helpful. It all depended on the lust level you were in.
“Must have been one hell of a night for your roommate,” I murmured, just as the last groups of people walked past, not caring that they were going to be late.
“Oh, please. She wasn't even there. She's already gone for the summer, thank God.” She took a sip of her drink and looked towards me. I smiled an innocent smile when she pushed her glasses down, pointing those emerald green eyes my way. “You have this crazy lust scent looming all over you, Maya. You obviously haven't put out in a while. You need to hurry up or you know what will happen.”
“Yeah yeah, been there, done that, got the shirt and everything,” I muttered. She had a point though. If I didn't release the lust that the demon inside me was putting off, I was going to start getting bombarded by males. They would want sex at just the sight of me. It was a good thing, and then it was more of a bad thing.
The first time it happened, I almost got myself involved in a gang bang. Not something I wanted to ever get involved in. Not exactly high on my list of things to do before I die either. It's just too much to handle at once. Melinda would even last longer than me in that situation.
Since the day of my eighteenth birthday, Melinda had been my longest friend. As much as it makes me sound like a loner, it was true. She helped me through getting over the idea that I was some life sucking bitch. In all honesty, it wasn't a full shock to me. I was taken-back of course, but it wasn't a huge thing for me. I was drunk at the time, so that might have helped a bit. I had already lost my virginity at the age of 16, becoming a succubus was just that added topping on the cake. If it wasn't for the demon thing, I'd probably be on an episode of 16 and Pregnant or Teen Mom.
One thing that did make me laugh however was the fact that Melinda was my neighbor at the time. Oh, how the SIA were so spot on with some things. We even went to the same schools together, but yet, we were in different crowds. She was older than me by a few months, so she was the one who found me at the park around the corner from our houses, singing happy birthday to myself in a drunken slur—I don't exactly remember much of that day. I swear I drank more than I would at a party.
Either way, she stayed with me—drank with me. We've been inseparable since.
Daniel came into the picture last year. He was visiting L.A. for some art exhibition with a few friends. As much as I always denied this but Melinda and I could smell the richness of him, all the way from the bar that was around the corner. Not saying that we're gold diggers, but we were pretty spot on. The guy was as rich as the president—not really, but it was close enough. Our first reaction was excitement, because we hadn't met an incubus before him. After meeting with those sky blue eyes and being hugged by those strong surfer boy arms, we were hooked.
It was lust at first sight. A few days later and we had become triplets. Next thing you know, our periods are in sync with each other—kidding.
But we all connected. We all acquired a protectiveness for each other, Daniel being the alpha of the pack—as he likes to put it. There was always going to be one thing that we all had in common. Other than the fact we were all part of an association, we weren't close to our families and neither of us planned on changing that.
“So, what’s your plan for the summer?” Melinda asked, straightening out her long white dress.
I considered giving her the same answer I gave Jamie, but I didn't really see the point. There was nothing I hid from Melinda. She could tell when I was lying. And that wasn't because of being a succubus. If anything, Melinda was the one person who knew as much about me as I did—from the smile on my face when Tristan was around, to the bored look of it when his girlfriend was with him. Plus, she already knew I was staying in my dorm through summer, so it really beats everything else. I settled with a shrug. “Probably hang out on the beach and get drunk, what about you?” It wasn't exactly my plan, but it could work out that way.
“You have such an interesting lifestyle, Maya,” she said bluntly, as if she has anything better to do. “I'm no better.” See. “Need a drinking buddy?”
“When have I denied a night out with a fellow succubus?”
Her glasses were back over her eyes and she pursed her lips out. I knew where this was going. “Well, there was one-time where you didn't want to—�
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“Okay, never mind,” I interrupted. “I'm going to accept your self-invitation and raise it with nights out at the club. Speaking of, are you coming to Tristan's match tonight? I heard the opponent was from Santa Barbra, which means hotties with tanned out bodies.” I wagged my brows, trying to persuade her enough to agree and settle this now.
She wasn't at all falling for my tricks. She pressed her lips together and released them in a pop. “We'll see how it goes. If I recover tonight, you're on. If I'm still tired, then nope think again buddy. Anyway, I have to go to class. Bore. So glad it's the last day. When does the roommate leave?”
“About 6, I think.”
“Great. I'll come over then if I can make it tonight. If not, you can kick my ass another time. Ciao.” She turned and waved her fingers in the air, like some type of royalty. I let out a short laugh and shook my head amusingly. She could be so dramatic with her farewells, and sometimes they could distract her from what she was supposed to be doing—or in this case, where she was going.
“Hey Melinda,” she turned back around to face me with a questioning look. I nodded my head in the opposite direction she was heading. “Your class is that way.”
“Oh.” It took her a few glances in the direction to finally understand that she was going the wrong way. She cleared her throat and held her head high as she walked past me again. “I knew that,” she mumbled, and it only made me burst out laughing.
“See you tonight!” I called out before finishing the remainder of my coffee and heading towards Hell—I mean class.
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“I want you all to pair up and read this scripture on William Shakespeare.”
“Why am I in this class?” I moaned quietly, my hand coming up to rub at my temples.
Why am I even in college? Oh right, because I wanted to be a normal human being. Who even wants that nowadays? You have bitches running off with vampires on movies and TV shows, witches are becoming Gods of this place, and let's not forget the werewolves that love to show off every now and then.