Shadows In Durango

Chapter 6

*****Sofia's POV*****

I sat at the back of my English class, tapping my pen absentmindedly on the desk.

Mr. Thompson's voice droned on about Shakespeare, but my mind was elsewhere. Tonight would be my first night of training at Intensity, and I couldn't shake the nervous excitement coursing through me - grateful to have finally landed a job. What would it be like? Would Tito be patient with me or a nightmare boss? I had never worked in a bar before, let alone one with the kind of reputation Intensity seemed to have. He even mentioned something about me working upstairs in the VIP lounge whatever that meant...

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the hum of chatter from the other students whispering around me. The classroom, with its faded posters and rows of wooden desks, seemed distant.

I was so engrossed in imagining what the bar would look like in full swing that I almost missed the scrunched-up piece of paper that landed squarely on my desk in a swift motion.

Startled, I glanced around and saw Vincent smirking at me from across the room. He gestured for me to open the note, his eyes twinkling with mischief as I opened and closed my mouth dreading whatever was on it.

My heart sank. The last thing I wanted was more attention, especially from Vincent, who already seemed to enjoy making me the center of unwanted jokes.

I was hoping that he would have meant to pass it to someone else, but judging by his thrilled expression I had guessed wrong...

With nervous fingers, I unfolded the paper, aware of the curious stares from the other girls in the class, some of which not looking so pleased with the interaction.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I smoothed out the crumpled sheet. Inside, I found a quick comic-like sketch that Vincent had drawn. The first panel showed a girl, clearly meant to be me, carrying a lunch tray towards two guy characters.

as the character seemed to judge the lunch with a

a comical shriek emanating from her open mouth, reenacting the way his friend had tripped me

encounter during lunch yesterday. Embarrassed and hurt, I quickly scrunched the paper back up and tucked my head down, hoping to hide my blushing cheeks

good enough for Vincent though, as I glanced over at him briefly to see his smug arrogant look plastered

Why me?

from nearby - clearly having peaked at the paper as I was inspecting it. Vincent chuckled

had affected me. I took a deep breath and tried to focus on Mr. Thompson's lecture,

about was the note and how foolish I must have looked to everyone as I fumbled to open it. He evidently put

sink further into my seat, Daryl, a guy I only knew thanks to the register at the beginning of class, leaned over and whispered, "Ignore him, he's just being an ass to get a reaction. You're his new play thing it

the other guys in the

melt in to Daryl's kind sky blue eyes as he offered me

blonde and messy, yet the style suited him well. He was another guy at this school with an athletic build and great height on his side. Maybe that's why he wasn't so scared? I reckon he could match Vincent in a fight if he really tried just by

it, he likes toying with females... in a fucked up way, it basically means he's fascinated by you!" Daryl laughs loudly at his own

to know him well?" I test, feeling Vincent's hot gaze landing on us both every once in a while which causes me to squirm and shift in my chair. "Yeah I guess you could say that, I do live with him sweetheart!" Daryl suddenly breaks the news, as my jaw practically hits the floor

a living nightmare. Daryl leaned back in his chair casually with a meek nod and a shrug, seeming unbothered by the fact

at least seemed somewhat decent compared

on the lesson, knowing that

for the complete experience-all for

right now. Despite my nervousness, the thought of earning my own money and gaining some

class as I gathered my things up quickly, eager to escape