"You can’t be serious."
"I’ve been thinking about it, Ruby. I didn’t just co to this conclusion."
"How can you have a new mate? Is that even possible?" Ruby’s eyes went wide. "What will the brothers do once they discover this?"
"I don’t know. I haven’t thought about that. It’s just that..."
"How did you co to this conclusion? Tell ," she demanded.
"It’s that feeling; I rember the feeling..." I said, still massaging my chest. "It’s the sa way I felt that day the brothers showed up at the house—the way I feel around them most tis. It’s the sa feeling. I know it doesn’t make sense, but none of this made sense from the start."
"Having four mates doesn’t make sense. Having a fifth wouldn’t make much of a difference."
A gasp left Ruby’s lips. "I can’t believe this. Tell more about this new guy."
"Okay," I began. I narrated my experience with the Playboy from start to finish.
"The guy didn’t get arrested by the school authorities; that’s weird," Ruby murmured.
"They could have also arrested him after I left; I’m not sure," I sighed.
"This is getting interesting," she suddenly smiled.
"Why do you say that?"
"The brothers might go crazy once they learn you have a new mate. They might not be able to hurt him since he’s also your mate. They don’t have the right."
My brows went up. "Really? But I don’t exactly fancy the new guy."
"You’ll co to like him. You never liked the four brothers to begin with."
"No, it’s different; I’m certain I will never like the new guy. He’s different."
"How is he different? Because he’s younger? Or... Hold on, are you referring to his looks? Isn’t he good-looking?"
"He is. He has a boyish charm—a typical high school playboy look with an eyebrow piercing."
She chuckled. "It’s interesting. He’ll make your school life sweeter—that’s if he doesn’t get expelled. I’m excited to et him."
"I am not. I’m already fed up; his attitude today shows the kind of person he is. I’ll only be inviting trouble if I get involved with him."
"So you’re going to let him go?"
"Yeah, I’ll reject him if he ever tries to forge a bond with ."
"But he might be better than the brothers; you never know." She shrugged and began to eat her chips.
"Better? Nah. A guy who would grab a girl in public without permission? I doubt that. He’s still young; I bet he’ll beco worse than the brothers once he gets to their age."
"He’s not my type. You know my type, Ruby."
"Yeah, I do. I know Cole is your type, but look where you ended up," she giggled. I exhaled.
Silence fell and lasted a few seconds before I broke it.
"How did the lecture go? Were you able to get down with him?"
"Get down? The man is boring as fuck. Also very slow," she groaned.
"What do you an?"
"He invited other students who claid they didn’t understand the lecture and gave us a private lesson. In total, there were seven of us, including Remi."
"What the hell!" I started laughing.
She rolled her eyes. "He won’t be an easy target; he’s the slow, quiet type. No wonder he’s still a bachelor."
"You should have known that a man with such looks could also have his flaws."
"He’s just too slow. It’s annoying. The girls in class kept flirting with him, but he never noticed."
"He might also be pretending," I guessed.
"No, that was my first thought, but he’s not. He’s not pretending; he just doesn’t get it." She facepald and made a fake cry.
I chuckled. "Isn’t he better than Simon? I think he is."
"He is way better," she said, looking at . "Don’t compare the two; it’s more of an insult to Dominic."
I laughed. "Right?"
"Anyway, I’ll keep on pursuing him; I’ll make him understand my feelings."
"A professor who doesn’t exchange numbers with his students?" I laughed.
"Isn’t that a good thing? If Remi doesn’t succeed in getting his number, she’ll give up, just like the other girls. But as for , I’ll push on. I’ll get his number. Go on a date with him. Go to his house. Fuck him. Fuck him again until he makes his wife. Co to think of it, he’s the kind of guy I want. The nerdy type. I’ll make him think of and alone," she smiled.
"I wish you good luck," I chuckled as I stood.
"Is it ti?"
"We’re five minutes late; let’s go."
We left the garden and went to our next class. The front seats were already filled except for two in the third row.
I’m guessing the students left those seats for us on purpose; Ruby and I like to sit there.
I made my way to the first chair and sat. Ruby was about to sit in the next chair when soone suddenly appeared and took her seat.
Turning, I saw who it was—the Playboy. A gasp escaped my lips, and I almost rose to my feet.
"Excuse ?" Ruby called to him. "That is my seat."
"Yours?" The guy asked, chewing gum.
"Yes, I was about to sit there," she glared.
"Does this table have your na on it?" He looked at the table. "No, it doesn’t," he answered and shooed her away.
"Run along, the professor is here," he groaned.
Ruby’s mouth dropped open, and we exchanged a look. She attempted to argue, but the voice of the professor stopped her.
"Have your seats," the female professor urged those standing.
Just then, I noticed the decently dressed guy, who was also standing, watching both the playboy and . After the professor’s words, he moved to the backseat with Ruby.
I also wish to leave this seat; I’m not comfortable here. Who knows what kind of trouble this Playboy will create for ? I should leave. I stood and was about to go when soone caught my wrist.
Looking down, I saw him. The sa guy. Moon goddess! What is his problem?
"Where do you think you’re going? Lecture is going on; you’re distracting others," he groaned.
I snatched my hand from him, but he held again. "Sit your ass down," he ordered, and I unintentionally obeyed.
Yeah, intentionally. I don’t believe I’m in my right state of mind right now. Or maybe I just didn’t want to bring more attention to myself, as so students appeared to be watching us.
The class continued as the professor taught about marketing and its strategies. I tried to focus on her, but the constant movent of his mouth and the sound of his gum made it almost impossible.
He kept humming in a low tone as he chewed the gum. Every movent he made attracted my attention; by the end of the class, I couldn’t understand a single thing that was taught.
The only thing I managed to grasp was the topic: marketing strategies.
Fuck!
I have one final class before we call it a day. I won’t attend my evening lessons today, as I’ll be visiting Parker.
After the final class, I t up with Ruby, and she didn’t waste ti lashing out.
"Oh, that shitty guy needs to be taught a lesson. Who the hell does he think he is? I’ve never seen him in school before. Is he a freshman? If yes, what was he doing in our classroom?"
"Soone didn’t read the fucking rules. I’ll report him to the school authorities imdiately. How dare he sit beside you?" she fud.
"You’ll report him?" I asked.
"Yeah, that was supposed to be my seat; he took it. He clearly didn’t read the school rules."
"Right," I sighed, "he didn’t."
"Why aren’t you saying a word? Will you just accept this? I saw the way he held you when you tried to..." She paused, her eyes widening.
"He held you. He touched you, didn’t he?"
"Yeah."
"Then I should report him to the brothers instead. Who should I text?" She retrieved her phone and began scrolling.
"Stop," I took her phone and held it.
"What do you an?" She snatched her phone back. "I am so reporting that motherfucker," she groaned.
"You can’t, Ruby. I don’t want problems. I don’t want to get entangled with him."
"You’re not getting entangled with him. I’ll make sure of that," she said, still scrolling.
"He’s that guy I told you about. The cafeteria guy," I sighed.
"What cafeteria?" She paused to look at , and realization hit her.
"Wait, he’s that guy?" She frowned.
"Yes."
"The one you suspect to be your fifth mate?" She whispered.
"Exactly. It’s him. He’s the guy."
Her jaw dropped. "It’s the sa guy?"
"Hmm," I nodded.
"My goodness! Why is he so rude? Why do you have so much bad luck when it cos to n?"
"I guess that makes us two." I rolled my eyes. She laughed.
"You’re right, but you’re better off. At least you have mates who love you. Mine is nothing but a tragedy," she said, and I held back a laugh.
We approached the VIP lot, and I noticed another car parked beside mine—a sports car.
"Who parked here? Are they crazy?" Ruby approached the car. She noticed the occupant and imdiately raised a question: "Why did you...?" She started to ask, but her words died when she saw who it was.
The Playboy. My fifth mate.
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