'Wet dreams? What does he mean by wet dreams?'
Think, Morticia, think. Wet... dreams... Wait, could it be...
"Hey!" Her fist flew to his chest. He didn't flinch, not even a little. "Wet dreams? Do I look like a kid who dreams about wetting the bed? Screw you, bonehead!"
Klaus's face turned stunned. She doesn't know what wet dreams are. A chuckle tore out of his throat. She's so innocent, and he loved teasing her.
"You don't look happy to see me, Bunnie. I thought you'd miss me, but I guess I was wrong."
"Why would I miss a bonehead like you? Not only do I have my brother to tease me, but now you too. A few seconds ago, you even thought I'd wet my bed," she snapped, her voice just quiet enough not to wake the others.
He chuckled. "That's not what I meant..."
"Whatever... I'm going to bed," she snapped and turned to leave.
"What about the bowl of ice cream you're craving?" he asked, and she halted.
Wait, how does he know?
Klaus scoffed and went to get the ice cream for her. "Here, you usually crave it in the middle of the night," he nudged her to take it. "Take it and stop sleepwalking."
Morticia glanced down at the ice cream and back at him.
"That's not what I came for," she snapped and marched back to her room. Slamming the door with a light thud, she held her chest.
"What was that, Morty?" she mumbled, recalling how she had asked him to kiss her. Her face contorted into a frustrated one. "I must be crazy... Why did I have to say that? Why?"
How was she going to face him tomorrow? Gosh, his presence was driving her crazy. She ran to her bed, buried her face in her pillow, and let out a scream.
---
The next morning, Morticia checked herself in the mirror. Her hair was tied up, and she was wearing her favorite sweatshirt and trousers. Her white sneakers and handbag were neat, accentuating her beauty.
"Cute," she complimented herself and put on her glasses. Her eye condition was inherited from her father. "Perfect."
"Mom, I'm off!" she announced, heading down the stairs excitedly, but she flinched when she saw Klaus, all dressed up, as if waiting for her.
"W... Why are you dressed up?" she mumbled.
"Oh, you're finally ready," Ava said from behind her before Klaus could reply. "I told him you wanted to check out the campus. He's going with you."
"What?"
No... no... This isn't happening. Not Klaus of all people.
"What about Vincent?" she asked.
"He's out with his girlfriend, Sienna. Let's go, Bunnie," Klaus answered.
"No."
"He knows the campus better... and I..." Ava glanced at her wristwatch. "I better get going."
"M..." Morticia wanted to retort, but her mother had already run out. Her eyes met Klaus's.
"If you don't want to go with me, then it's fine," he said.
"No," she said quickly. "I do... I just don't want to bother anyone," she replied, and he nodded.
"Okay. Do you have your inhaler with you?" Something about Klaus's voice made her want to hear more of it. It sounded sleepy, hoarse, and intriguing.
"No... I don't really need it," Morticia shook her head. She had been asthmatic since she was fourteen, but it had been more than three months since her last attack.
"What? Go get it. I told you not to go out without it," Klaus scolded.
"Fine," Morticia rolled her eyes and quickly went to get it.
As Klaus waited for her in the car, he got a message from Dimitri.
~Baby, I heard you're back. When are you coming over?~
Attached to the message was a picture of her wet breasts, like she had taken it in the shower. He loved shower sex.
"Fuck it," he mumbled in a low voice.
"Is everything alright?" Morticia asked from behind.
"Yeah, it's just a message from one of my bitches," he replied, not realizing how much the words had struck her. "Let's go, Bunnie."
---
Vincent adjusted his shirt for the umpteenth time, glancing at his wristwatch and wondering why she wasn't there yet.
After a year of being in a relationship with Sienna, Vincent still felt nervous whenever they met.
Unlike Klaus, who never dated and just hooked up, Vincent had left his player days behind in his first year. Sienna had changed him.
Eyes were always glued to him, especially the ladies. Vincent's dancing had earned him a lot of fans, especially in college.
Her slender figure soon stepped in. Her long hair fell over both shoulders, her makeup was light, and the black and white dress hugged her curvy body perfectly.
As her eyes met Vincent's, a smile flashed on her beautiful face, showing her dimples.
Vincent stood and kissed her briefly on the lips.
"So, how did it go?" he asked, holding her slender waist.
"What do you expect from your girl, huh? I got in," Sienna tilted her head. She had gone for an internship interview as a reporter, and she had been approved.
"I knew you could do it. I love you, angel. Let's celebrate," he gestured, and she nodded in agreement.
"Your sister got in?" Sienna's voice rang through the restaurant.
"Hm."
"Wow, I'm so happy for her. I've been too busy to visit your place lately. I'll visit soon."
"Sure, she's been asking about you."
A girl suddenly stormed into the restaurant. If you didn't look closely, you'd think she was a boy. Her short hair was dyed brown, and she had three rings on each ear, one on her lower lip, and another on her eyebrow, with dark makeup to match.
Her eyes landed on Sienna and Vincent, and she scoffed before marching toward them.
"Isn't that your sister?" Vincent asked, and Sienna looked back at her younger sister, Valerie, approaching them.
"Gosh," Sienna sighed.
"You canceled my flight?" Valerie sneered.
"You can't go back, Valerie," Sienna snapped.
"Why not? You don't own my life and get to control it!" Valerie yelled.
"Easy," Vincent interjected, hating Valerie's tone.
"No one asked for your opinion," she snapped at him.
"Valerie!" Sienna stood and faced her. "Don't talk to my man like that. Leave."
"Your man?" Valerie scoffed. "Oh please, don't make me laugh. Why should I leave? I don't want to be in the same college as you. I just want to be on my own, and yet you went behind my back and canceled my flight. Do you know how long I've been saving for it?"
"Just get out," Sienna warned. When Valerie didn't move, she yelled, "Get out!!!"
Valerie nodded, pulling the ring on her lip into her mouth. "Watch me, sister. I'll frustrate your life here in college."
She glanced at Vincent before turning to leave.
"Are you okay?" Vincent gently held Sienna's hand. Her face looked troubled.
"I'm fine," Sienna sighed.
"You still haven't told me why she hates you this much."
"It's a long story. Don't worry about her," Sienna sighed, and Vincent decided not to push it.
---
"Holy moly. This place is huge," Morticia mumbled, staring at the massive library before her.
The drive to the college had been a long one. Klaus had shown her several places around the campus. It was even better than she had imagined. Though school was set to resume in a few days, there were still students around.
Morticia noticed how they dressed. She hadn't seen anyone else in a sweatshirt; most were wearing something more stylish.
Beside her, Klaus was glancing at his phone. Though deep down she was glad to have Klaus around again, another part of her thought this was a terrible idea. She would have to prepare herself to have her heart broken over and over again, just like in high school.
"One of your bitches?" she asked, the sarcasm clear in her voice.
"Yeah... different from the one this morning. Why are they all craving my dick?" he asked, and Morticia rolled her eyes.
Asshole. How did she ever fall for a jerk like him?