Brandon frowned. "Sure?"
"Fuck off," Kal smiled and Indianna elbowed Kal in the ribs which only made his grin widen.
"Excuse me?" Brandon gasped.
"Well, you can see the door over there," Kal said and pointed towards the library exit. "So all you need to do is stand up, walk in that direction and fuck off. Voila."
"Kal, shut up," Indianna hissed.
"I think you should let Indianna choose if she wants me to fuck off or not," Brandon said, narrowing his eyes at Kal.
"No, I don't think I should," Kal shrugged.
"It seems that Greyson never does let you out of his sight," Brandon said, looking at Indianna. "If he's not got eyes on you then one of his followers does."
"Brandon," Indianna frowned.
"Followers?" Kal snorted. "How would you feel if one of his followers ripped your head from your shoulders? It would be nice to see you squirm you little rat."
"Why don't you try it?" Brandon said, glaring at Kal.
"I think I'm going to enjoy this," Kal smiled and Indianna grabbed his arm, yanking back into his seat as he stood.
"Stop it!" Indianna gasped. "Stop, now!"
"He started it," Brandon shrugged and Kal snorted, mimicking Brandon and flipping him the bird.
"Kal," Indianna warned.
Kal turned to Indianna with a cheeky grin. "Indie," he said, matching her tone.
"Stop winding him up," she sighed and looked at Brandon. "I think it would be best if you leave."
Brandon gritted his teeth, but nodded stiffly and stood up abruptly, turning on his heel and walking out of the library.
"Good riddance," Kal said and Indianna sighed, running her fingers through her hair in frustration.
"Greyson sent you," she said.
"Yep," Kal nodded.
"How am I meant to work with the both of them?" She groaned. "This project we have to do is worth 45% of our final grade and I don't want Greyson's hatred for Brandon messing it up." Indianna shook her head and looked at Kal. "Why do you all hate Brandon so much?"
"We have never got along with him. He's a little shit bag that cares for nobody but himself," Kal shrugged. "He can't be trusted."
"Trusted with what?"
Kal shrugged his shoulders. "Anything."
*
Indianna was absentmindedly copying out answers from the tatty textbook in front of her into her notebook in her maths lesson after lunch. She had expressed her annoyance to Greyson about him sending Kal to get rid of Brandon, but Greyson didn't have much sympathy. His words were "I hate the cunt."
The conversation was dropped after that, but Indianna was giving Greyson the cold shoulder. She refused to give in to him distracting her. She blocked out his voice and tried to ignore the faint buzz of tingles she felt being in such a close proximity to him.
But it was hard.
She stiffened when Greyson rested his hand on her leg, but she refused to look at him. She gulped as she wrote down the next equation. Greyson's hand slowly started to rise and she gasped softly when his hand went under her dress.
*Greyson!* She said and whipped her head round to stare at him with wide eyes. *Stop!*
Greyson smirked at Indianna as his hand went higher up her leg until he could feel the beginning of her lacy thong. Greyson moved his arm around the back of Indianna's chair and gripped onto Indianna's waist so she couldn't quickly stand up and stop what Greyson was about to do.
*We're in class!* She gasped and eyed the teacher cautiously. They were seated at the back of the classroom and Greyson's hands were hidden by the desk, but Indianna still couldn't believe Greyson said doing this.
"You didn't seem to have a problem earlier when my mother was in the room," Greyson said lowly into Indianna's ear and moved Indianna's thong to one side with his fingers.
Indianna grabbed onto Greyson's wrists to try and stop him, but she couldn't ignore the heat building between her legs.
*Try and stop me and I'll make this worse for you,* Greyson warned as he started to rub Indianna's clit.
Indianna sucked in a sharp breath and gritted her teeth. Her eyes darted around the classroom. Everyone seemed oblivious.
"G-Greyson," she whimpered and Greyson pushed his finger inside of Indianna. "You can't do this here."
"Oh, yes I can, sugar," Greyson smirked and it was then Brooke glanced over at Greyson and Indianna and raised her eyebrows when she realises what was happening.
"A classroom?" She murmured to herself and Harry looked at Brooke.
"What?"
"They two are hornier than fifty girl-deprived teenage boys in a strict boarding school," Brooke whispered.
Greyson glanced down at Indianna and he couldn't help but smirk seeing her squirm at his touch. "Told you I'd get you back."
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The next few days passed uneventfully. Little progress had been made with Rogue's whereabouts and Greyson hoped that his father would bring back good news when he arrived home in the evening.
Harry and Brooke had not had an argument get, and this was an achievement for them two.
Indianna had successfully managed to discuss the project with Brandon without Greyson wanting to murder him and she had even spent some mother/daughter time with Iris.
She was starting to get the hang of the whole werewolf malarkey. The speed was still a slight problem, but she was getting there with controlling it.
Indianna looked up towards the sky and smiled. It was so peaceful in the woods. Everything was calm and-
The wind was knocked out of Indianna as she was tackled to the ground and her vision went blurry as she was span round. A whimper escaped her lips and she looked up at her attacker.
A large black wolf with blue eyes that Indianna could never mistake
Greyson smirked, if it was possible in wolf form, and licked Indianna's furry face. *For someone who wants to learn self defence, you aren't very aware of your surroundings.*
*I was just thinking how peaceful it was, until you rudely interrupted,* Indianna pouted and Greyson chuckled, getting off Indianna and letting her stand.