MY HYBRID STEPBROTHERS AND I

Chapter 8

Violet's POV

"Rems. The name is Rems," she replied eagerly pointing a hand in my direction. There was definitely something about handshakes in this school.

"Violet," I replied, taking her hand.

"I know," she took her seat beside me and I shifted instinctively.

"Relax, everyone's been talking about you. Of course I'd know your name." She laughed.

I relaxed a bit, releasing my shoulders. I studied her from head to toe still battling with making a decision to leave or to stay with her. Anastasia sure did a number on my trust levels in such a short while.

She liked harmless at that moment, not that Anastasia looked harmful in any way.

"So why'd you transfer?" She asked, placing her elbow on the table for balance as she glared at me with rapt attention.

"Well," I paused, deciding whether to tell her or not. It wasn't a big deal anyway, she couldn't do much with the information so I continued.

"Well, my mum got married again so we had to move all the way here and I was told this morning that I would be attending this school, didn't really know much, you know," I shrugged.

Her eyes widened and I wondered if I had said something wrong. "My mum also got married again after my dad left us, no don't be sorry," my sad face must have given away the fact that I was about to console her.

"I equally had to move and trust me when I tell you my first day here was hell. How was yours?" She asked.

A recap of all that happened flashed through my memory in a rush. "First off, I got used by Anastasia to get a detention pardon," I was hoping she would know who she was. "And then I got distracted in class causing the teacher to sort of pick on me. Then there's the cafeteria, the lunch lady literally hates my gut for some reason. That's pretty much it so I wouldn't say good or bad," I recounted.

"Speaking of Anastasia, she's a gossip and a b***h. Stay away from her," she counselled. "And I'm sorry about the lunch lady."

I was glad I was right, I hated being wrong actually. The way in which Rems spoke freely reminded me of a version of myself that I was forced to keep away and something in me longed to get to know her better.

"What's your major?" I asked.

"Criminology," she replied and I couldn't control myself.

"Omg, we have the same major," I squealed in delight. I stopped myself after I realised what I was doing, but Rems had equally been squealing.

We gazed at each other and then burst out laughing.

"Ouu, look at that."

I followed her eyes and saw the same work of art her eyes had caught while laughing. He had brown wavy hair with light brown eyes that were noticeable from so far away, his smile seemed like it would melt me away and then I caught myself.

Aaron was way better, I tried to convince myself.

"He's not bad, but not so hot either," I commented.

"You're insane, you're literally the only person who's ever said that," she looked like she had just seen a ghost and I shrugged.

"He's like a god, look at those well constructed biceps."

I didn't remember seeing a bicep so I turned again and as I guessed, his button was now undone giving room for all to behold his chest. There was a little tattoo that ran across his left breastbone and it reminded me of Aaron's.

"Those are nice can't lie, but they can't have me drooling like y'all," I put on a confident sassy look.

"Girl, you need to see his eyes up close and personal. He's got them enchanting iris that can trap you, it's like he's looking into your soul. Held me once and I almost didn't bath anymore."

Everything she said reminded me of my night with Aaron and the corners of my lips curved up in a smile as I imagined how god smitten they would be if they ever set eyes on him.

"Who's he?" Rems asked. "Is he a man from one of those books? Is it Rhys Larsen? Tell me it is," a half smile crept up the sides of her mouth.

"It's not, but tell me you love reading too, tell me you love Ana Huang?"

We both squealed in excitement. I had found a friend, I was sure of it now. Not only did we have things in common, we both loved Ana Huang and that was the absolute best thing.

It had been hard to find someone who reads, finding someone who had the same taste in books and men was even a greater blessing.

"Friends?" I asked, holding out my arms for a hug.

"Friends," she replied and we pulled each other in.

After a satisfying thirty seconds of the first hug I've had since I can remember, I pulled out of the hug and asked for her contact.

"I'll text you," I said to her, remembering that I was supposed to be at the café. "I have to be somewhere, can you believe it's just my first day and I'm already running errands for a professor?"

She sighed in disbelief and patted my back. "You have to finish up your food thou, you've barely touched it."

My eyes darted to the pasta that now lay cold on the plate and nausea overcame me threatening to make me spill out the little contents of my stomach.

"I'm fine, I'll pass. See you around," I waved to her as I walked out of the cafeteria.

A big smile was plastered across my face as I went along my way, ignoring Anastasia calling out to me at the other end of the hall. It was bad enough that I would have to see her at school, I couldn't have her spoil my happy thoughts about Rems; my first friend.