Thread: Not So Snow White (Mr Quixotic & Aurelia)

Hunter dropped into his seat, feeling content and in control of the situation. A slight frown crossed his features, as he reached out to hit the space bar on the laptop to bring the screen back to life , and found hed missed the entire cheerleading practice. However, his lips quickly curled up to form a smirk, when he recalled the wittiness of his last comment, and the fact that, although hed gained the impression it had irked Sofia, shed had the intelligence not to respond, nor challenge him about it. With the girl now under this thumb the rest should be a cakewalk. What she didn't realise was that Hunter had motivations other than those hed revealed to her, and didn't require photographic evidence, but information. That illegal substances were being used was a certainty but who supplied them to the fraternity? Who was the next in the food chain? To discover that would require subtlety, and possibly, no probably, a lot more. Something she could offer that Hunter couldnt. An attractive face, sweet young body, and a pussy. However, first she'd be required to deal with Stuart Thompson, and the next move was in her hands. A quick glance over his shoulder, to where the confession was securely locked away, provide him the confidence that she'd come through with flying colours. If she didn't, life as she knew it was as good as over. Hunter began to whistle to himself, as the door closed. So engrossed in his thoughts, he hadnt paid much attention to the male student who'd greeted her in the hall. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Prince recovered his composure at the same time as his balance, and his greeting of Sofia was as natural as could be. He reached up to hook his book-bag higher on his shoulder, and an eyebrow raised. Perfect white teeth showed through, and his deep blue eyes held a hint of amusement. Nothing suspicious had been noted in the office before the door was pulled closed, and hed fully focused his attention of Sofia. Preston, that's right. Preston Henry. He nodded in response to her question, and took a moment to appraise her demeanour. Was she nervous, and a little fidgety, or was that just his imagination? His forehead creased in thought momentarily, then his gaze flicked down to her hand. Preston leaned slightly to the left, and attempted to see what it was she slipped into her bag. It appeared to be a document with a name and photograph, but thats all he saw although from that brief glimpse, he gained the impression it was a face he'd seen before. Instinct told him that it had been provided to her by the Dean. For what purpose? It had only taken an instant, and Prince hoped the movement of his eyes would only be taken as natural curiosity as they once again landed on Sofia, and they commenced to walk. Well, I guess I'm not very noticeable. However, you definitely are. The tone was self-deprecating, if a touch flirtatious, as was the smile he shot her. We do have a couple of the same classes. Preston thought it best not to mention one of them was the very one from which he'd followed her and Fat Albert. I'm headed to Psychiatry. He kept pace with her as they walked, enjoying the proximity of the attractive girl, and his gaze flicked between her, and the corridor ahead. Ive always been interested in how the human mind works, but to be truthful, the lecturer is very dry, and boring, and Id much prefer to be joining you in Literature. Books are one my favourite things in the world. As much as he wanted to ask her about her encounter with Hunter Forsythe, he couldnt just rush in. Plus, everything didnt have to be about work, did it? Sofia appeared to be a nice girl, and a damn cute one at that. He was about to say something further, however instead, what came from his mouth was a chuckle to match hers, and he nodded his head. Grumpy Forsythe, I hear they call him? Preston cocked a questioning eyebrow, then realised shed given him the opportunity hed been waiting for. Must be a thing with Professor's, the Dean didn't seem particularly happy either. I hope youre not in trouble or anything. The statement was made as Preston realised theyd reached her classroom, and he placed his fingers on her elbow to bring Sofia to a halt. Ever the gentleman, he gripped the door handle, and pulled open the door for her. His shoulder brushed hers when he straightened, and as his touch tightened slightly on her arm, a friendly smile played across his almost too handsome face. Maybe we can get together for a coffee later. Say, six o'clock at the Campus caf? It was an offer of help, or at least someone to talk to. With the circumstances surrounding her removal from class, and the document in her possession, Preston Henry was certain Sofia knew something which could well assist in his own investigation.