Hendrix ✓

24 ★ My baby

𝕄𝕪 𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖 - ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕒 𝕊𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕖

"My baby don't care who knows

My baby just cares for me"

Cedric

     "Professor Riley! You coming to party or what bro?" I shove past the useless vermin that's in my way. I end up pushing him a little too hard because he goes flying to the ground a few feet away. His beer sloshes in the grass.

     "Whoa man." He calls after me. I ignore him.

     I have to get to Hendrix.

     Imagine my surprise when I go to bed after a long day of worrying about our fight only to be woken up hours later with her calling me.

     Calling me while she was obviously very, very drunk.

     I curse myself again. Have I made her that upset that she turned to alcohol to console her? And of all the places to have her first drink. A frat party filled with horny human college boys. The worst possible scenario I could think of.

     Guilt eats me alive. This is all my fault.

     I have to get her safe and warm before something happens to her.

     Once I'm inside the house, the smells hit me. Beer, marijuana, sweat. They all swirl together like some disgusting cocktail of disaster. I want to rip the walls down until I find her. She has to be around her somewhere. I will find her.

     One deep inhale and I pick up her aroma. It's not hard to miss. Every atom in my body is tuned into her scent.

     I push through the crowd of young humans. I tower over each and every one of them by at least two heads. My movements are carefully measured as to not hurt, or even kill, any of them. As much as I want to find my mate and then burn this place to the ground, I can't risk accidentally killing someone.

     Even though I wouldn't mind at this point.

     I'm killing mad.

     Most of the humans stare at me as I pass. They stop to watch me in fear, some even trembling. I don't know if it's because of my appearance physically, or the fact that I'm a professor crashing a party, but I don't care.

      I shoulder past a few more people until I come to the living room where most of the party is going on. Countless humans dance to the loud music, grinding and swaying. My mate is in that crowd. My arrival hushes some of the noise as the mortals stop and stare at me. They back away to make space.

     As soon as I'm in the room, I spot her amongst the group.

     Her little head is barely visible through the dancing herd. I shove through, desperate to reach her. I knock a few people over on my way. They go tumbling down, and I don't give them a second glance. I have one thing on my mind.

     "Hendrix!" Heads are turned, eyes are widened when I plow through to get to my mate.

     When I reach her, she's looking up at me. Her beautiful brown eyes are clouded over with a glossy sheen, and are covered in filth. Black rings of makeup are smeared all around them. Her curly hair is a mess. She reeks of cheap alcohol, and it almost completely covers her natural scent.