The mafia ball.

31|I'm Your's, Grayson.

I've made their aesthetics in the prologue if you want to have a look.

Nova's POV

"What? I'm not actually going to kill him!" I roll my eyes.

"Nova." Grayson stares down at me with his dark eyes.

I look down at Warren who passed out on the floor then back at Grayson. I can't help the small laugh that escapes me. "I'm sorry, but did you see the way he just dropped?" I laugh.

"We're meant to be protecting him." I sigh and look down at the kid.

"I didn't think he'd pass out," I mumble. Grayson curses under his breath. I think I heard him call me a pain in the ass.

Dick.

I look around and spot a tall girl with a buttoned-up blazer, plaid skirt with white knee-high socks. Her brown hair is tied up in a high ponytail, I notice she's holding a water bottle and connect eyes with her. Like many of the teens, her eyes widen as I walk over to her.

"Hi." I smile at her. She opens and closes her mouth staring at me. I clear my throat awkwardly, "Can I borrow that?" I ask gesturing to her water bottle.

She nods her head and hands me the bottle. I smile again and take it out of her hands. Marching over to Warren I pour the water on his face. He comes back up with a gasp.

"Get up." Grayson grabs the collar of his shirt and hauls him up from the floor. "Warren, Quinn." He points his thumb to me as an introduction.

"Sorry about the joke," I mutter with a roll of my eye.

"Who are you guys?" He looks between us, his eyes not knowing who to stay on. 

"We've been sent here to protect you from threats," Grayson tells him with his work voice. It's dark and sexy.

"Basically, babysitting you." I cough. Warren glares at me only making me smirk.

"Right, let's get on with this then." Grayson stares blankly at Warren while I stand there and eye the many people still watching in the hallway.

***

I stare down at the food with a frown. My fork pokes the hard brown goop on my plate. I look towards Grayson who doesn't even bother to eat, then to Warren who happily eats away. "How can you call this food?" I mutter, pushing my plate away.

"You get used to it." Warren shrugs, shoving a forkful of food in his mouth.

"This school is loaded, surely you could get better food," I ask confused. Where does their money go to?

"It's the bords call." He mutters.

I look around the cafeteria noticing the lingering eyes that whisper and stare. I don't pay them any mind until I see a table full of girls who are giggling and ogling Grayson. I peer at Grayson who sits there with his arms folded, his muscles bulging, and his tattoos on show. His face is void of any emotion, his hawk-like eyes staring around the room.

"I think you have fans." I lean towards him, whispering. He peers down at me, his eyes softening then looking to where I am.

His eyes find the girls making them squeal loudly. He looks down at me with a smirk. "Are you jealous?" He chuckles.

I scoff, "Jealous of some teens? No way." I roll my eyes. I can't believe I'm jealous of some teens. I internally shake my head, disappointed in myself.

"Don't worry, Angel. I only have eyes for you." His soft emerald eyes peer down at me making me smile softly at him.

I like the sound of that.