Moon's POV
"How dare he?" I seethed.
Gabby helped me up.
"What are you doing?" she asked, stopping me in my tracks.
"He needs to apologize," I said.
"Are you crazy?!" she hissed.
She glanced at the silhouette as they walked away, and yanked me to the kitchen.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.
"You can't go over there and demand an apology," she said.
I stared in their direction. The second guy---the one who'd winked at me, smiled and blew a kiss. I scoffed loudly, the blood boiling in my veins.
"Watch me," I said.
Gabby stood in front of me, her arms outstretched.
"You can't go over there," she said.
She was starting to get on my nerves too.
"Why the hell not?!"
"Because they are The Three," she said.
I paused, frowning. "What?"
"The Three. Aramis, Lucien and Rhys."
"The same people who marked the girl from earlier?" I asked.
She nodded towards them. "Aramis did. He's their leader."
I followed her finger to the guy sitting in the middle and scoffed. I couldn't believe I drooled over the asshole.
Sure, he was ho--- biceps bulging as he lifted his drink, Adam's apple bobbing in a way that shouldn't have been sexy.
I gulped loudly, and shook my head to disperse the thoughts. What the hell was I thinking?
"He's hot, isn't he?" Gabby said, her eyes bulging as she stared at him.
"Y-It doesn't matter," I caught myself.
"He tripped me, and didn't bother to apologize," I said.
"Let it go, Moon."
That was the easiest solution, wasn't it? I should have let it go, and shouldn't have let him bothered me. He was a jerk, like everyone else. Those kind of people didn't deserve my time or my energy.
But I couldn't let it go. Try as I might, it bothered me. I needed to show him he couldn't treat people like thrash, even if he was the son of the most ruthless alpha in the country. So, I pushed Gabby aside gently, and stalked towards them.
"Hey," I called.
The second guy---which by his fangs, I could tell was a vampire, Lucien---stared at me, his face lighting up.
"Who do we have here?" he asked.
Aramis ignored me, nibbling the neck of the girl on his lap. His hands slipped beneath her dress and I scoffed.
"Hey," I called again, louder this time.
The blue-haired witch, Rhys looked up from his book and stared at me. He tilted his head as he watched me. I could see the curiosity behind his eyes, but I paid him no mind. I wasn't here for him.
Aramis ignored me still, hitching the girl's dress higher, her pink panties coming in full view.
Disgust filled me at the sight, making almost throw up. The girl giggled, pulling him closer and I had to clench my fists from screaming.
"Hey asshole!" I yelled.
The music stopped, as every pair of eyes turned to look at me. My throat dried up; I hated being the center of attention. The hushed whispers began as they pointed at me.
Aramis sighed loudly and shoved the girl off his lap, sending her landing on the floor. He didn't even look at her---his eyes locked on me as she rubbed her sore butt.
The anger slowly rose. I thought I'd seen every jerk the world had to offer, but he was on a whole other level.
"Who're you?" he asked.
I stared at the girl, my hands curled into fists. It was obvious he viewed girls as something he could use and throw away anytime he wanted. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gabby trembling.
I inhaled deeply, trying to dissipate the anger. The girl was not my battle to fight; all I wanted was an apology. It was the whole reason I'd approached him in the first place.
He scowled. "Cat got your tongue?"
I inhaled deeply. Breathe, Moon.
The last thing I wanted was a scene. It hadn't been a full day since I got to Supernaturals' High. I knew picking a fight with the most powerful guy in the school was a bad idea.
"Apologize," I said, clenching my fists to keep my voice steady.
The whispers in the room dwindled, as they stared at me in surprise. Aramis raised his brows, confusion flickering in his eyes.
"What did you say?" he asked.
He might be the son of the most powerful alpha in the country, but that didn't give him a free pass to be an asshole.
"You shoved me earlier, flashing the entire room," I said. "I want an apology."
"You've got beautiful legs," Lucien said.
I scowled in disgust and he raised his arms in surrender.
"Just sayin'."
Aramis kicked the table as he stood. He stalked towards me, stopping just inches away. His lashes were stupidly long.
How could he look perfect and be such a jerk?
"You want me," he paused, gesturing at himself. "To apologize to you?"
I nodded. "I'd appreciate that."
I looked around. "Then, everyone can go about enjoying the party."
The silence stretched out for a few moments, and I could swear I heard every heartbeat in the room, even the undead ones. Then, the silence broke when Aramis busted out laughing.
With that, the entire room laughed, the sounds bouncing off the wall, grating on my nerves.
I waited patiently for the maniacal display to end, and tilted my head. He stopped laughing. So did everyone else.
"You done?" I asked.
His jaw tightened as the humor drained from his face.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked.
"Aramis, son of Aldolphus Black, alpha of the Nightshade pack," I said.
He scoffed. "Yet, you want me to apologize?"
I sighed. My feet were starting to hurt, my legs were cold, and all I wanted was an apology so I crawl back to bed.
"Yes."
Gasps echoed again and sounded like someone was slowly sucking the oxygen from the room.
Lucien clapped. "I like her."
"Save it, creep," I said.
Another round of gasps. I rolled my eyes. Was it really that difficult to get an apology?
Lucien laughed. "Oh, now I really like her."
I met Rhys' gaze. I couldn't read him---his eyes peered into mine, like he was trying to see straight into my soul. He frowned slightly.
I gasped loudly when a cold liquid hit my chest, soaking through the dress, turning it see-through. My hair stuck to my face as I stared up at him. He tossed the cup aside and looked down at me.
"What the fuck?!" I snapped, eyes wide in disbelief.
He leaned to whisper in my ear.
"Get lost," he said, turning his back to me.
I scoffed, and tied my wet hair in a bun.
"Aramis," I called.
He turned, and I kicked him square in the chest. The impact hurled him across the table, wood splintering beneath his weight. I walked towards his hunched figure, my lips curling in a smile.
"Right back at you, asshole."
With that, I walked away from the stares, the wide eyes and the slack jaws. Then, slammed the door behind me. The moment the door shut behind me, my legs gave out. I slid down the wooden frame, chest heaving, pulse hammering in my ears.
I'd just kicked the leader of the most powerful trio in school---right in the chest. I knew there'd be consequences, and I wasn't sure I was prepared to face them.
I should have walked away when Gabby warned me to.
Now, it was too late.