Feros and the Underworld Prince (36 page)

“
How is getting a minor pregnant a slight problem!?” Natasha exclaims.

“
The Fogquartz police force knows that I’m Feros…” I respond. Natasha is silent for a few moments.

“
How?” Natasha asks with an exacerbated sigh.

“
Well, last weekend I gave Lila some of my blood to cure her hangover and that reconnected with my blood that was in her from when I manipulated her memories. Today, there was an armed robbery at the store Lila was at and she called out to me to help her. I ported there, dispatched the robbers, and ported Lila to her home, where I passed out on her couch from two punctured lungs. The police called multiple times while I was unconscious and then they picked me up when I left Lila’s penthouse. I didn’t give anything up during the interrogation, but they were able to get my name from student ID and connected the name Cole Treyfair to Feros.” I explain.

“
Speaking of which, why the fuck did I use my real name in an undercover investigation!?” I ask.

“
Yeah, looking back that was probably poor planning, huh?” Natasha replies.

“
So what do we do?” I inquire.

“
We rely on Travis… just do what you can, but tell him that once the knowledge of you being Feros gets out, he needs to distance himself from you to have any hope of continuing with this investigation. You should probably tell him tonight.” Natasha informs me.

“
Alright, I’ll go do that. Talk to you later.” I reply and hang up.

I grab a shirt, put it on, and head to Travis’s room. I softly knock for about three minutes.

“
Dude… it’s 2am, couldn’t this have waited until morning?” Travis answers in his boxers. I barge past him into his room.

“
Okay, I need you to listen carefully because this shit is important. I’m The Faction’s Executioner, Feros. My cover has been blown by the Fogquartz police for porting and it’s only a matter of time until the student body knows all about it. When it gets out, you have to distance yourself from me, like everyone else is most likely going to, if we want to have any hope of continuing this investigation.” I inform Travis and he stares at me blankly for a few moments.

“
I understand…” Travis replies.

“
Alright, I have to go talk with Cheza now so she doesn’t worry anymore. Sorry for waking you up.” I apologize and leave.

I head downstairs, gently knock on Cheza’s door, and brace myself. Cheza angrily throws her door open and glares at me.

“
So now you’re fooling around with Lila too!?” Cheza accuses. I walk past her into her room and she slams the door behind me.

“
No, I’m not.” I say.

“
Then what were you doing at her house to where you couldn’t answer your phone!?” Cheza shouts.

“
I was passed out on the couch with two punctured lungs.” I explain. Cheza’s face instantly changes from anger to concern.

“
I heard Lila call out to me so I ported to her location, just in time for an armed robber’s bullet to pass through my right lung. The entry wound of the bullet caused a shard of rib to poke a hole in my left lung before I took out the robbers. After grabbing Lila and porting to her penthouse, I passed out. I woke up ten hours later, left Lila’s place, got picked up by the police, spent the last three hours in an interrogation cell, and had my identity as The Faction’s Executioner discovered.” I inform her.

“
They know about Feros? Shit… what are you going to do?” Cheza asks; I should have known that she’d already know my nickname.

“
Watch as everyone becomes afraid of me and distances themselves… my part in the investigation is pretty much over; we’re relying on Travis now.” I tell her somberly. Cheza walks over and embraces me.

“
You know I’ll be here, right?” Cheza softly says.

“
Yeah… thanks Cheza.” I reply as I hug her back.

“
Come on, let’s get some sleep.” Cheza says as she takes my hand and leads me to her bed.

…

Chapter 32: The Gravitational Pull of a Fan and a Shit Meteor

[September 28th]

After waking up next to Cheza at about 11am, the day proceeds rather normally. Naia, Cheza, Travis, and I all go to dinner where Naia tells us about her date with Ryuji and thanks me for introducing the two of them. When I get back, I call Addie and try to explain why I wasn’t able to call last night without telling her that I was unconscious after being shot. I promise that I will call again tomorrow night and tell her that I love her before ending the call. I go to sleep, dreading the following day.

…

[September 29th]

My stomach is a knot of anxiety as I walk to my organic chemistry class, but I don’t hear even a whisper from any students about Feros. After chemistry, I head to computer science.

“
Hey Cole, has shit hit the fan yet?” Ryuji asks as he starts walking next to me.

“
No, not yet…” I reply.

“
Well that’s good. Anyway, thanks for introducing me to Naia; I really like her.” Ryuji says.

“
No problem, but do me a favor and tell her that she should probably stay away from me in the coming future if she still wants to make friends. If she gets angry at you, tell her I told you to relay the message and if that fails, tell her to talk to Cheza; she’ll explain the situation for her.” I explain as we walk into class.

“
Sure, I can do that.” Ryuji solemnly replies.

“
Thanks.” I tell him and then I take a seat. Naia comes in a few minutes later and sits down next to me.

“
Hello, Cole!” Naia cheerfully says.

“
Hello, Naia. Ryuji has something he needs to talk to you about after class.” I reply. Naia’s face grows incredibly concerned.

“
Is he breaking up with me? I thought our date went well but… were we even going out? Can it even be considered breaking up if you weren’t going out!?” Naia asks while on the verge of tears.

“
Whoa! Relax! I am positive that that isn’t what he needs to talk to you about. I’m also positive that he likes you, probably as much as you like him.” I reassure her. Naia’s demeanor turns back, telling me that I’ve repaired my error.

Class ends and I make my way to kickboxing. The girls greet me normally and class goes on as usual.

“
Bye Cole, see you tonight!” Nagi says as I head off to English.

“
Ooh! What’s happening tonight?” Kacey teases.

“
Well, we will both be sweating and rolling around and by tomorrow, both of us will be sore. There is also the possibility of one of us having some bruising or a concussion.” Nagi says, deliberately making it sound dirty despite the fact that all of those things are true. I hear girl squeals in response to Nagi as I walk out of range.

I head into English class and sit down next to Cheza.

“
I haven’t heard anything so I take it that things haven’t exploded yet?” Cheza asks. I nod in response.

“
Hey is everything still going well?” Natasha thinks as she walks in the room a minute later.

“
*Sigh* I’m happy that you guys care about me, but I do tire of repeating myself. Yes, everything is fine for now.” I inform her. Natasha smiles and starts class.

After class, Cheza and I walk back to Graythorn together. We walk up the stairs and I’m surprised when she continues with me up to the sixth floor. She follows me into my room and plops herself down on my bed. My heart rate picks up until Cheza pulls a magazine out of her bag and starts thumbing through it. I sit down at my desk with a sigh and I pull out my class assignments.

“
Do you mind me hanging out in here?” Cheza asks.

“
No, it’s just that I…” was expecting something different when you jumped on my bed…

“
Oh… sorry… I guess I should have made my intentions clear… would a blowjob make you feel better?” Cheza asks and I perk up for a moment until a crushing depression hits me.

“
No thanks…” I reply when I realize that it’s basically a pity blowjob and there are few things more depressing than that.

“
What, am I not good enough!?” Cheza asks, looking hurt.

“
No, I just don’t really like blowjobs.” I tell her, which is partially true.

“
That isn’t true!” Cheza replies.

“
I’m not going to force you into giving me a blowjob because of my misunderstanding! Besides, I’d much rather be wearing your thighs as earmuffs, if you know what I mean.” I tell her. Cheza closes her magazine, stands up, walks over, and sits on my lap while wrapping her arms around my neck.

“
You know, there is a position that will allow us to do both.” Cheza says in a sultry tone before she nibbles on my ear.

I move my left hand along Cheza’s thigh, up towards her skirt. She gives a sharp intake of breath when my hand reaches the apex of her thighs.

“
He’s really self-conscious about his arm so be careful of your reaction to it when you guys are hooking up. Fair warning though, it can be a little cold and hard; just think of it like a vibrator and it won’t be a surprise.”
Natasha says across the table from me at an unfamiliar restaurant.

Suddenly I’m back in my dorm, making out with Cheza again. I start rubbing her when someone knocks at my door. I consider ignoring it until I realize what time it is; that must be Travis reminding me about fight club. I disengage from Cheza, pick her up, and set her down on my bed on my way to answer my door.

“
Come on, we have to get going.” Travis tells me when I answer the door.

“
I’ll see you later Cheza.” I tell her.

Cheza nods, flushed face and breathing heavily as I leave my room. Travis and I walk to the club room in silence. We arrive in the training room and I see that only the freshmen are here, with the exception of Jeremy.

“
Where are the rest of the club members?” I ask.

“
Didn’t anyone tell you? This training room is only for the freshmen. Each class has its own facility. I’ll be here for the first two weeks, but after that, you will be relying on your captain for guidance.” Jeremy replies.

“
Alright, everyone pair up. Cole, do you mind partnering with Nagi again?” Jeremy asks.

“
No, I don’t have a problem with it.” I reply.

“
Good. Okay everyone, sparring and teaching each other is the best way to get better, so get to work!” Jeremy announces.

With only three mats and four pairs, two pairs have to share a mat or rotate so Nagi and I sit this round out.

“
We are going to have to tone it down; you know that, right?” I whisper to her.

“
Yes, but are you sure that you’ll be able to?” Nagi whispers back.

I don’t think I’ll have any problems restraining myself, until Nagi and I are up. We start sparring and I realize what she meant; this is practically unbearable. Constantly holding myself back and pulling my punches is far more irritating than cardio kickboxing. I somehow make it through, and head back to the dorm with Travis after practice.

“
So have you heard any rumors yet?” I ask Travis.

“
No, not yet.” Travis replies.

“
Maybe I’m just blowing this thing out of proportion; I’ve seen too many movies where a secret like this gets out and the effect is instantaneous the next day.” I say hopefully.

“
Yeah, maybe.” Travis responds.

“
Who knows, maybe the fact that I’m Feros won’t get leaked at all!” I exclaim.

Why do I even think shit like that? It’s equivalent to asking for that bad thing to happen.