Page 1 of Seven Minutes
Prologue
Damon
Ilean against the brick wall and watch as everyone heads in the direction of their eight AM class. As a third year at Eldridge University, I know this whole campus like the back of my tatted hand. I know all the places to go and not to go. The places that are the best for hooking up, lighting up a joint, and everything in between.
As my eyes scan the crowd, I can’t help but feel bored. Everything is the same. The same classes. The same scenery. The same endless amount of pussy. Speaking of pussy, my eyes land on the one girl who doesn’t seem to understand how to take a hint.
Becca makes her way through the throng of people until she is standing in front of me. A smile graces her lips. Lips I have already fucked one too many times. Becca isn’t ugly by any means. With her blonde, bouncy hair and her blue eyes, she’s a man’s wet dream. But not mine. Not anymore. She pranced right up to me on my first day here and that same night I had her laid out under me. Screaming my name for all to hear.
My roommate, Roman, high-fived me after I told her to leave. I thought it was a one-time thing, but she kept coming back, and eventually we put a label on it. I quickly ended things with her after a few months, but she doesn’t seem to understand what that means.
“Damon,” she purrs, placing her manicured hand on my chest. My lip lifts in disgust as I knock them right back off me.After the first few times of us fucking, I got bored, but she did the opposite. Anytime another girl got within a few feet of me, she would scare them off and it became too much, so breaking things off with her was the right call. But if she is anything, it’s persistent.
Becca was—how can I say this nicely—very vanilla? Not many women have kept my interest for long and now I can add her to the long list of names.
“What do you want, Becca?” She rolls her eyes at me, but doesn’t leave like I was hoping. As she opens her mouth, a loud huff grabs my attention from behind her. When I look in the direction of the noise, my eyes land on a literalAngel.
The Angel looks a little flustered as she tries to read the paper in her hand, which looks to be a map of the school. She lets out a frustrated breath and her eyes shoot up, looking in every direction.
Becca is talking all kinds of nonsense, but I don’t hear a word of what she is saying. Her loud ass mouth brings the attention of the lost girl in my direction. When our eyes meet, a surge of electricity shoots through me. Her mouth parts as she stares at me. Becca must have caught on that I have no interest in what’s coming out of her mouth and all my attention is on the Angel.
“Damon? Are you even listening to me?” Becca asks, but I push her forehead back with the tip of my pointer finger and walk past her until I’m a few feet away from the person I actually want to be talking to. Becca's voice protests behind me, but I don’t stop.
“You lost, Angel?” Her eyes grow wide but her mouth doesn’t seem to work as she looks up at my towering frame. I can’t help the smirk taking over my face.She’s a little thing.
Becca stomps over to where we are standing and rudely interrupts, “Who the hell are you?” Her voice is full of venomthat doesn’t need to be directed at this beautiful Angel in front of us.
“Um–” Her eyes move between Becca and me before she settles her gaze on Becca. “I’m Tate. My Econ teacher quit, and I got transferred to a different class. Do you guys know where Professor Reid’s classroom is?” Becca opens her mouth, probably to tell Tate to leave us alone, but before she gets the chance, I grab Tate’s hand and begin to lead us away from a yelling Becca.
“I’ll take you to his class. I took it last year for my sophomore year.”
“Thank you.” Her voice is so soft and quiet, and I can’t help where my mind instantly goes.
I bet I could make her scream with just my fingers alone. As we walk towards the Econ class, I can’t seem to take my eyes off her the whole time. I want nothing more than to touch her in any way possible. But something tells me she is different. And I can’t wait to find out how, but this will take time. I find myself wanting to know everything about this girl. And I won’t stop until I do.
Tate-
I stand there like an idiot with my mouth open like a fish, as Damon stands there with a smirk on his handsome face. Like he knows what kind of effect he has on me. A very loud girl is glaring at me as she asks me who I am. The panic is rising in my chest the longer I stand here with him, but I manage to ask the question I’ve been too nervous to ask anyone else around me.
My eyes go back to Damon’s, only to find his gaze still on me. My face is heating under his attention. He tells me he will show me where the class is, and before the other girl, who I think is named Becca, can say anything else, he is leading us in theopposite direction. Everyone knows of the four men who run this school and one happens to be the man who is more than happy to take me to my class.
Damon Carter is holding my hand.He is holding my hand while the girl who was with him loudly protests in the background, her voice getting farther and farther away the further we get from her.
Gripping my bag with my free hand on my shoulder, I mess with the strap in a lame attempt to calm myself down.Where the hell is Maddie when I need her?
I can feel his eyes on me as we walk, but I don’t dare look up at him. He is, like, really tall.
After a few minutes of silence, we stop in front of a door with other students that are already heading inside. I finally glance up at him, which causes me to strain my neck.
“Thank you for showing me the way.” I give him a small smile and go to turn. I need to get away from him before I do something embarrassing. But before I can, his hand grabs mine and he yanks me back until I hit his chest with an oomph.
“I’ll see you around, Angel.” His voice is only loud enough for me to hear, causing my body to break out in goosebumps.
This time when I take a step back, he unfortunately lets me go and I instantly miss the feeling of his hand in mine. That’s when I first realize Iamscrewed.
I want him like I’ve never thought was possible.
And I know nothing will ever happen.
