Page 83 of The Blairville Legacies

“Let me put it this way. You don’t want to get in their way.”

Now, there was more concern in Grace’s gaze.

I didn’t inquire further because it was clear to me what she meant. Those good-looking guys had stunk of money. And money meant influence and power.

That was exactly the problem. Men who were influential and knew what they wanted were damn attractive. But that wasn’t the only problem. One of those men had caught my interest. And somehow his intense gaze had branded me. The memory alone caused my skin to tingle.

No, it was impossible that this young man had looked at me, even though I was used to exactly such encounters. But this time it had been different... more intense, more exciting. Just one look had been enough to make me....

The ringing of a bell jerked me back to the present and told us that the first mandatory lecture was starting in five minutes, so I grabbed my things and followed the other girls into the university building.

Chapter 17

Bayla

For the first lecture, we sat in a kind of gothic but very modern seminar room, which was built like a staircase and had room for about thirty students. They also appeared and gradually spread out at the tables.

I sat down at the window that overlooked a pretty courtyard with a fountain, and Larissa followed me.

Once again, I was glad to have her here. I still couldn’t believe that she had just shown up without telling me first. She washere. Forme. I gave her a hell lot of credit for that.

We sat in the second row, not right in the front, but in a place that you could still see enough of the seminar. Behind us were the Blair girls and behind them the three other girls from our accommodation.

It was clear that there was no peace from them anywhere. Even on campus, they had sat down near us and gathered a bunch of other girls around them.

Behind the three of them came a few people I didn’t know, and in the very back, sat Julian.Alone.

He had walked behind us earlier, and I had already feared that he wanted something from me. The probability that JulianBardot, of all people, would end up in a course with me was so small that one could really speak of strange coincidences here.

In thought, I continued to look around.

On the other side of the seminar room, there were only six-person benches. At the very front sat Emely and a few of the guys she spent her time with.Strangepeople.

Just behind them in the row sat some more of them. In the middle of them was thisNash Copeland, who was Mady’s ex as well as Emely’s brother, as far as I understood.

He had immediately struck me as unsympathetic. Not because he was ugly, for heaven’s sake. Whoever was blessed with such a body probably couldn’t save himself from girls – although there weren’t exactly a few of these examples here.

Nash was just arrogant and kept making jokes with his buddies about everything and everyone who didn’t belong to their little gang.

When Mady had entered the room, he and his friends had gone quiet for a moment. He had visibly frozen, and Mady...the look on her face had ripped my heart apart. But she had quickly sat down next to Julian, who had then earned a devastating look from Nash.

To sum it up. This placereekedof drama.

“Why do we always have to be stuck with idiots like these?” It came snappish from Vivienna.

I ignored her reference because it was obvious, she meant us too, even though she looked at the guys on the other side, who immediately stopped talking and turned to face us.

Great job, Vivienna...

A couple of them looked at Nash as if waiting for a reaction from him. He rose from his chair.

Really great job, Vivienna....

“You think we like sitting here with you?” Nash looked at them challengingly. His blue eyes sparkled with threat. “Justbecause your parents own a third of the town, you think you’re something better, or what?”

He sounded upset and snorted with disapproval.

“Just ignore them, Nash.”

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