The Darkest Of Light (The Kings of Retribution MC)

"Texas. I’m here on a football scholarship."

The happy go lucky look on his face falters the moment he tells me, but he quickly recovers.

I watch as the classroom starts to fill up with other students. Sam is sitting beside me, busy staring at his phone screen, as I catch some of the girls in class point at him and whisper to each other with smiles on their faces.

No one else has come in for a good three minutes when I peer up from my Kindle I had taken out of my bag and started reading a few minutes ago. I see the man from the coffee shop walk in, close the door, and place his things on the desk at the head of the classroom.

"Damn," I hear Sam whisper and glance in his direction. "I mean, the new professor is younger than what I thought he would be."

Curiosity has the better of me now as I watch the way he looks at the teacher. I don’t miss the way some of the other girls ogle him too. Before I can contemplate any further, the teacher speaks.

"Hi class, my name is Professor Green and I’ll be your new Graphics Design instructor," he announces and glances over the whole class. "Okay, let’s begin our morning, shall we? Take out pen and paper or if you wish to take notes on a tablet or laptop, please do so. Let’s start off by going over what this semester will hold in store for you." He continues to talk as the class takes down notes.

All in all, the class is not that bad and before I know it the bell is ringing, ending my first hurdle of the day. As I’m placing my things into my bag, Sam speaks.

"So, I was thinking, maybe we could become study buddies?"

I watch as a couple of girls stop a few feet back behind him and shoot daggers at me over his shoulders. Really?

"I don’t know, Sam."

Stepping closer he lowers his voice a bit. "Look, I’m not looking to get in your pants if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m looking for someone I can study with and someone who isn’t distracted by all this," he sweeps his hands down his body, smirking. "And you don’t seem to be the least bit interested, which is a relief."

Smiling I agree, "Sure."

"Meet me at the library later today—say around 3:00pm? After classes?"

"See you then."

Before he can fully turn, the two girls that were cutting me up with their glares are

at his side, touching his arms and batting their glued-on eyelashes at him. He doesn’t waste any time giving them a winning smile as they walk out the classroom door.

The rest of my day goes by uneventfully. I even manage to avoid one guy in my English class who tried his best to get my attention the entire time. I had to lose him in the hallway on my way to Creative Writing. You’d think the guy would have taken the hint that I wasn’t interested when I completely ignored him.

I stop by the coffee shop and grab some caffeine and a snack before heading over to the library when I run into Sam at the counter when I walk in.

"Hey, sunshine, were you on your way to meet me?" He asks wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"Yeah, needed some fuel first though." I walk up to the counter to order as he finishes paying for his own cup of coffee.

"I’ll wait for you."

When we’re both done paying, we walk across campus to the library. It’s impressive as far as libraries go. Two stories with plenty of places to find your very own corner away from everyone and personal cubicles everywhere. As I’m searching for the perfect spot, I notice a girl with her curly, mahogany brown hair loosely piled in a bun on top of her head. She’s cutting her eyes around the room, looking as if she wishes she was invisible. Pushing her glasses up her nose and tucking her feet under her, she looks back down at the book in her hands. She definitely looks like my kind of people. All she wants to do is get lost in her book, her own little world. I begin to walk in her direction and Sam follows without saying a word.

"Excuse me. Do you mind if we sit here with you? You seem to have the best spot in the whole library."

She lifts her head and looks up at Sam and I. Taking us both in before speaking.

"I can leave." She says in a soft, quiet tone.

"No, we’d like to sit with you. If that’s okay? Hi, I’m Alba and this is Sam." I say pointing at the six-foot-two guy beside me.

"Boyfriend?" she asks.

"No." we both say in unison.

"Umm...yeah, I guess it’s okay."