Piece of Art
Auren POV
Brad was sleeping, but the warriors were all sprawled everywhere. Somehow, two even followed me out of nowhere. I knew they were all lurking around my dorm, and none dared to confront Matt because father had already approved of him. “Bradddd!” I pounded his door, but the wolf was fast asleep. Even an earthquake wouldn’t be able to wake him up. “He came back late today,” a warrior, Tate, informed me. “He is very tired.”
I gritted my teeth. “Do you guys have any breakfast ready?”
“Of course,” Tate smiled. “The omegas have prepared a delicious meal for all of us.”
I sighed. Dad had to send the omegas to make breakfast for all of them? When I entered the kitchen, I found two omegas working tirelessly for a dozen people.
“Lady Tamara!” one of them grinned as she bowed to me. “It’s so nice to see you.”
“I’m starving!” I replied. Seriously, something has been going wrong with me since yesterday. I felt like eating and eating
more.
They quickly arranged plates of salad, cereal, roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, milk, honey, and pastries. I think I had all of them, and headed toward the room where Brad kept his sports equipment. I fished out his soccer ball and came out where the warriors were training. “I have to practice volleyball,” I said. “If any of you can help me learn it, I’ll be grateful.”
Three of them eagerly came over. “Of course! We can help you.”
“I don’t know much about it though,” I confessed. “I just want to know enough so that I can add value to the team.” Two warriors stood in front of me, while one of them was with me. We started playing. Everything was going well when all of a sudden from the periphery of my vision, I saw Matt coming. He glared at my two opponents and stood with his arms crossed across his chest, watching us like a hawk.
“Are you ready?” said one of them and shot the ball toward me.
With my attention diverted, I didn’t take the shot, and the ball hit me on my face. Before I knew it, Matt was onto that warrior. He kicked him hard on his butt. “What the fuck do you think you are doing to Tammy?” he shouted as he grabbed collars of the two warriors. “Are you trying to kill her? You can’t hit the ball so hard.” He threw them both on the ground and kicked them harder. “The ball has to be thrown softly! If she gets injured, I will fucking throttle you both!”
“Matttt!” I shouted.
He picked up the two harried warriors easily, and crashed them together. They groaned as they fell back on the ground. ” She is a delicate flower, and you are treating her like she is a hardened criminal. Who the fuck even plays like that with flowers? You want her to wilt before she blooms?”
“Wilt? Bloom?” The warriors groaned as they trembled in front of him.
“I’m going to get my bears here. You wolves don’t know how to treat your princess!” He started kicking them.
“Enough Matt!” I literally shrieked.
Matt froze. He stopped kicking and after a moment of calming down he turned to look at me. “They hit you Tammy,” he said in a low voice.
How could I tell him that he diverted my attention? “Matt, I need to better myself in this game if I have any chance. If you keep coming in between, I will never be able to master it! So stand at the side.”
“You should play with your teammates.”
“And be ridiculed? No thanks. First, I have to practice.” I looked at the two wolves. “Come on, we’ll play again.” The warriors got up, groaning, wary of Matt, all bruised up, but they stood opposite me. We began playing. I was frustrated by the number of missed shots, but every time I took a shot, it went well. However, the ball hit my face again, and Matt being Matt! He kicked the warriors again. “Careful with her!” he growled. “If I see you hitting her again with that fucking ball, I will turn you both into a ball and send your sorry assess back to Shadowfang.”
Geez. “I think it’s time we head to college.”
The two warriors were helped by others to go back inside.
The first class was that of art. I hated art.
Successfully unlocked!
Okay, that’s not true. I loved it, mostly because i gave me a chance to see something that spoke to me. When I reached the class two hours later with Matt on my side, Professor Rivers was in the middle of announcing today’s exercise.
“Alright class! Today, we have a special treat!” she clapped her hands excited, glancing at us. “We are going to work with a live model, and I’m pleased to say that one of our very own will be stepping up to the task.” Her eyes flickered toward Matt,
Piece of Art
and a wicked smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
Matt swallowed, looking puzzled. “Wait, what?”
“You,” she said, pointing directly at him. “Come on up, Matt. You’re going to be our model today.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Of course, he would be chosen. He had that perfect, chiseled body that everyone fawned over. The guys and girls in the class couldn’t hide their excitement.
“He’s a piece of art,” someone commented.
Matt scratched the back of his head, looking smug. He glanced at me, smirked and moved across the room to stand in front of us all.
I walked to my place, anger bubbling inside me. Clenching my jaw, I took out my sketchbook and charcoal pencil. “Let’s get started, shall we?” Professor Rivers said. “Matt, go ahead and take a seat on the platform, and we will begin.” As Matt took the seat with a smirk on his lips, and gaze fixed on me, I couldn’t help listening to the girls and boys who whispered about how they could lick him if he took his clothes off. Though it was silly, a part of me hated how every girl’s eyes followed him.
“Take off your shirt!” Professor Rivers said. When he took it off, my breath hitched and half the class gasped. “Alright,” Rivers said in a low, husky voice, taking a deep breath in. “Everyone, I want you to focus on the angles of Matt’s body. Try to capture the movement, the strength.”
I furiously started sketching him in my book, but my gaze kept drifting to him. When our gazes met the shameless bear-he flexed his arms, his muscles rippling under the light as he shifted lightly. My throat went dry seeing his beautifully carved abs. Hair dusted in the middle of his chest, disappearing in a thin line under his slacks. The pull I felt toward him-I hated it. The girls in the class giggled and whispered as they stared at him like he was Adonis. They were all too busy fawning over him as they drew angles of his body.
I clenched my jaw, sketching furiously, but I couldn’t. I swallowed and stole a glance at him. He was only looking at me. The moment our gazes met he smirked. And I swear, the entire room disappeared. He didn’t say anything, but there was this silent exchange between us. His eyes darkened in a way that made my heart skip. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing, making sure I was looking at him, making sure he had my rapt attention.
