Black Rainbow (Rainbows 1)

The bastard was doing it on purpose!

Even so, I enjoyed watching him. His dark hair was slightly mussed, mostly from the good luck make out session we’d had on the stairwell right before we got to class.

I’m supposed to be rejecting him. But instead, here I was, daydreaming about how good it felt to be pinned against him, and how sexy he was with his glasses on. It was like I was under his control.

Once again when he looked up, we all froze. He got up, grabbed the eraser and began to erase my information.

“Oh shit,” Atticus said, sounding as though he were on the other end of the earth, or at least that was what it sounded like because of the way my heart was pounding against my chest and temples.

I watched in horror as he slowly erased my family, undergraduate degree, race, and finally my age, before stopping right under my name. Dropping the eraser, he grabbed the chalk and began writing the names of the other students in the class.

“Son of a bitch,” I gasped, easing back into the chair.

“And just when we thought we had finally gotten rid of you,” Atticus sighed, taking the seat to my right.

“She’s like Arnold Schwarzenegger, she keeps coming back, even when you don’t want her to,” Vivian added, taking a seat to my left.

“Thanks guys,” I said with sarcasm.

“Come on bow-tie guy.” Atticus pumped his fist waiting to see if the guy would get up and leave as Levi wrote only twelve names on the board.

Sure enough, bow tie did his walk of shame.

“Yes!” he cheered, and the pour guy looked like he wanted to strangle him. “Maybe next year?”

“Scarf guy is… gone.” Vivian high fived him and turned to me.

Rolling my eyes, I high fived her.

“You’re both horrible people.”

“Sure, and how did we become your allies again? Good thing we’re friends now,” Atticus countered.

But in all honesty, I wasn’t sure if they were my friends. They were people I spent a lot of time with, but I wasn’t sure if that made us friends.

“Ladies and gentlemen, congratulations. You are now a part of ‘the twelve disciples’,” he said.

Why I do I feel like the pope is sneezing or something?

“From now on, we’ll no longer be holding sessions in this room. Instead, all of my classes will be held at my office. You will be learning first-hand what it means to be a criminal lawyer.”

He began to gather up his things, and the moment we—Atticus, Vivian and I— noticed, we were on our feet.

“Neither I, nor my associates, have the time to catch you up to speed. And as you know, I am currently working on the Nash Case with three of your classmates. Luckily, they’ve managed to keep their seats, because it would have been rather awkward for you all otherwise—Why aren’t you walking?” he barked.

As we all turned to see what who he was talking to, we saw that all other nine students were still in their seats. Atticus’ eyes widened and he jerked his head in a ‘come along, hurry up’ gesture. The nine students all rose and rushed out of the classroom to follow us.

“Things will be happening quickly,” he continued. “If you can’t show up, don’t come back. If you think you will be celebrating Christmas with your family, look to your left and then your right; shake hands with who you see, because that’s who your new family is. You will do what you’re asked, when you’re asked, and go where you are needed. Every day is Judgment Day. Being part of the twelve is not a free ride. Your real work starts now.”

He waited for no one and was already in his town car.

“If you aren’t at the office before he is, he will smite you,” I said to them, as Vivian hailed a taxi for us three.

“See you there,” Atticus said as we took a seat inside.

I turned to see them rushing for taxis of their own, but it was rush hour, and it was virtually impossible to hail one down. Which is why we not only spilt one, but we had him on speed dial.

“I kind of understand why his associates treat us like crap now. It’s kind of fun when you’re the one dishing it out,” Vivian said.