A/N: Hey all! Just popping in here to let you all know, this chapter takes place at the same time Chapter 1 takes place (the same day), this is merely Kate's POV, as the first and second chapters are devoted to getting to know our two main characters.
Kate's POV
I stared up at the clock hanging on the wall, lifting my glasses and massaging the brim of my nose before lowering them again. Today has been a fucking drag. You'd think, signing up for the 'Creative Writing Course', that you'd be studying some mildly interesting topics, or maybe even putting your knowledge to the test with some kind of prompted exercise.
But no. I've read through so much menial bullshit this past three days, and I actually feel like just dropping out. six months and it's just been reading, writing informative research documents on certain writers that interest me; the usual stuff.
At least I've got a three-day weekend I guess, but I've got one more day of this shit before that happens, and then it's the same thing all over again. Wednesdays are always the worst because it's the day I have to come in the earliest. In by nine AM, out by four-thirty PM, and right now, four-thirty couldn't come any damn slower.
I stared down the clock, watching the last minute of class creep closer and closer, and as soon as the stereotypical electric melody bell chimed out, I closed the book I was reading, grabbed my wine-red and black backpack, and rushed out of the classroom. What a joke. I've really got to try changing up the routine a little, because I can't take much more of this crap.
I've not even got any other reasons to look forward to coming into uni either. No bastard here likes me or bothers talking to me, and I've got no friends here, so it's just come in, do work, go home again. I can't believe I thought for a second that University would be any different to schools before it.
I walked as quickly as I could out of the creative writing hall and into the main hall of the second floor, my eyes fixed on my reflection in the tiles before a sudden impact on my right shoulder startled me from my thoughts.
A pain thundered up my arm as I bumped my funny bone on the bannister of the staircase, and I quickly turned to see who'd hit me.
"Shit... Sorry..." A male voice perked up. It was a dark grey and white-furred wolf, with a ruffled-up hairstyle and bright yellow eyes.
"Watch it dip shit." I snapped, pushing my glasses up my snout and turning on my heel, continuing down the staircase. Awesome, isn't it. Being five foot three couldn't be any more annoying than this. Most of the people here aren't as short as me, and when it's as crowded as it is at the end of the day here, I'm surprised I haven't been killed in a fucking stampede.
I could hear their smug asses laughing away as I headed down the open-well stairs and onto the ground floor. I scoffed, squeezing my way through the slow-moving sea of other students and hurrying out into the cold winter air.
Another day in paradise. I grumbled to myself, zipping up my sky-blue and white hoodie and flipping up the hood as I continued at a jog down the stairs and onto the pavement to wait for mom.
At least I'm not the only one in the university who can't drive. I've taken lessons and I technically can, but one; I've not taken an official test yet, and two, mom and dad can't fit more than two cars on the drive.
Mom works as an Executive Chef at some fancy fine-dining place called 'The Coach and Horses', and dad works now as a part-time Doctor. Usually, dad's busy because he can get called into work at any time, so mom's the one who collects me before she goes to work the Dinner Shift.
I looked around at the groups of friends all bustling about around me, some making their way to their cars, others walking across the main road towards the town. Not even the people in my class really talk to me... Is there something about me that's driving people away? If there is, I'm not seeing it.
Then, two toots of a car horn startled me from my thoughts, and I looked towards the entrance to the car park to see mom's metallic grey Range Rover Evoque rolling up the road towards me. I pulled down my hood and tugged my bag from my shoulder, quickly climbing into the passenger seat, dropping my bag on the floor and closing the door behind me, sighing heavily.
"Hello, darling." Mom smiled warmly at me, pulling away around the car park. Mom was a somewhat curvy woman, with a bob of blonde hair and the same shade of blonde fur as me. She's a really nice woman, but she has a temper like a dragon. I've only crossed her a few times in the years before now, but I'm almost twenty-one now, and still, I'm as terrified of her temper as I was when I was little.
"Hi," I muttered in response, staring out the window as we briefly stopped at a junction, before pulling out onto the road and starting off home.
"What happened?" She asked. I saw her glance at me from the corner of my eye, but I kept looking out of the window, watching the countless students of the Arts University strolling down the pavement.
"Nothing, just a slow day..." I replied with a shrug. Mom knows about what goes on at uni, and what bothers me, so I don't understand why she keeps asking about what's bothering me. Surely it should be obvious by now.
"Nikki was having trouble at school today too." Lily perked up from the back seat, scaring me a little.
"Jesus sis... I didn't even know you were in here..." I sighed, turning and looking over my shoulder. Lily is my adopted little sister and is in her final year of College. Mom and dad adopted her when she was almost two years old, and she'd been an orphan all her life, so although she's aware she's adopted, she's basically my blood sister at this point.
Considering she's one of the oldest in her year, her nineteenth birthday being four months away, she looked like she'd just left High School. Lily had what mom and dad liked to call 'baby face', with snowy white fur, lavender eyes, and her bob of somewhat messy hair slightly covering her right eye. She was short too, even shorter than me, but only by a little, and she was somewhat lacking in a curve, not that she was completely absent of womanly features either.
"S-Sorry..." my timid sister replied, sitting back in her seat with a cheeky grin on her face. I chuckled a little too, before looking back out of the window as mom and Lily started discussing the situation of her best friend, Nikki.
I stared at myself in the wing mirror, a face-like-thunder looking back at me. I look the most like mom, with the only thing I inherited from dad being the fact I'm long-sighted. My eyes are almost exactly the same as mom's, but I'm the only one in my family who's let my hair grow out, with it stretching about halfway down my back, styled to look somewhat scruffy.
I also took after mom in terms of build, which didn't really do my any solids in High School and College. I was just a sex object to guys back then, but thankfully people have grown up and matured more since then.
"It's sad really," Mom said as I chimed back into the conversation. "I don't know how she and her brother deal with it all." She added. She looked disgruntled, but only for a moment.
"How haven't you run into Humphrey before? He goes to the same university as you." She asked, now turning to me with a curious expression.
"Nikki's brother? I don't know, I've never gone looking for him." I responded with a slightly sassy tone. Why would I want to go looking for him? Nikki and I might be friends, but that doesn't mean I want to get friendly with her older brother.
"You realise how many boys attend this school too, right?" I added.
"You can't miss him, Kate," Lily perked up. "He's like, one of the hottest guys I've ever seen." She giggled like a giddy school girl, looking over at mom who raised her eyebrows at me.
"He is very handsome." She agreed.
"Ugh, come off it..." I grumbled, rolling my eyes at them and looking back out of the window.
"He's a really nice boy, Kate. If you want to try making some friends, Humphrey is a good place to start!" She smiled, reaching over and rubbing my leg reassuringly. I nodded slowly, not looking at her. I don't need friends, and I definitely don't need a boy. I'm fine on my own.
"You didn't offer Nikki a lift?" I asked as it finally clicked in my mind that Nikki wasn't here today. We live kind of close to where Nikki and Humphrey live, but we're in the more expensive part of the neighbourhood.
"Lily?" I ushered my sister to answer, looking back at her as she grabbed her bag from the seat beside her.
"Nikki left early today, I think the college has caught onto what's going on- or at least, our lecturer has, and he lets her leave a little earlier to avoid them," Lily explained. I frowned, turning away from Lily and looking down at my bag on the floor.
After phasing myself out of their conversation, the drive home when by fairly quickly. I sighed, picking up my bag and opening the car door, climbing out and closing it behind me before following mom and Lily towards the house. I've only been to the Jackson's place a handful of times in the time Lily's known Nikki, but it's only when we pick her up, so I've never been inside.
Compared to their home, ours was very similar but more modern. The living room and kitchen are open plan, being separated by an island dining table. The staircase is a floating oak-wood staircase, and all our bedrooms have large, sliding door windows with small balconies. Our back garden is pretty big too, but there's not much out there except a swing chair, a small pond, and mum's flower patch that she has as a little side hobby.
I shrugged my shoulders and ducked my head in a pathetic attempt to keep myself warm as we waited for mom to unlock the house door and let us in.
"Okay girls? I've got a lasagne ready on the side, all you have to do is put it in the oven." Mom smiled, ushering us inside before turning on her heel and walking back to the car, throwing her handbag inside and climbing into the driving seat.
"Thanks, mom! Have a good shift!" I called, smiling and waving her off with Lily waving over my shoulder as mom reversed up the drive, and started off down the road again.
I watched the Range Rover cruise down the cul de sac, and back up the road towards the town, and once she was out of view, I pulled the door closed and locked it. Finally, I can scrape off this fake smile and go take a shower. I just need to unwind a little right now. I lifted my backpack up and hooked it on the hooks nailed to the under-stair cupboard door, before heading up the stairs.
"Lily!" I called towards the living room.
"Yeeeah?" her voice called back.
"Are you okay putting the lasagne in? I'm gonna take a shower." I stated.
"Yeeah." She replied in the same monotone way, and I continued up the stairs to the bathroom.
This is one of my favourite rooms in the house. The walls are all painted white and the floor is tiled with glittery black marble. There's a tall mirror hung on the wall beside the towel rack, and the sink itself is big enough for a child to bathe in. All the taps are waterfall ones too, which I find oddly fascinating.
As soon as I was inside, I closed and locked the door and stripped out of my clothes. No more tight jeans, no more hoodies and shirts, no more underwear, the feeling of freedom when stripping off clothes is one that will never lose its satisfaction.
I removed my glasses and folded them with my clothes, sitting them on the small shelf beside the shower. As I opened up the glass shower door, my mind went back to what mom was saying in the car just now.
I have seen Nikki's brother once before, but only once in all the time we've known her. It was when he came to collect her from our place. Honestly, he did look pretty hot, and he had the cutest goofy smile on his face, but I didn't get a good look at him. One thing I did get a good look at was his car, and if he wasn't hot himself, he car definitely was.
Turning on the hot water, I waited, watching the removable shower head as the water fell to the floor. A cold draft sent a shiver down my spine, but the water quickly heated up. So, I finally stepped under it, sighing as the warm water enveloped me and rolled across the curves of my body onto the floor.
Maybe I should try and give him a chance... I'm just scared that he either won't like me, or he just won't be as nice as they've made him out to be. Maybe I could call Nikki after this, and see what she thinks I should do. If anyone is going to know how to get on his good side, she will.
No, that's stupid. It will only make things between me and him more awkward. I'll at least as her to give me his Snapchat or something, so I can try and talk to him myself. Getting other people involved will just make things more complicated.
There's just something about him that makes me feel off. He gives off the same 'jock' vibes as some of the ass holes back at my High School. Then again, that's probably because he's good-looking, and he's got a nice car. Most of the guys like that back in High School were the fattest cock-heads on the planet. People I'd rather die than talk to.
I pushed him from my mind quickly and focused on cleaning myself up, grabbing the shampoo from the plastic basket on the window sill and squirting a blob into my hand before beginning to rub it into my fur. Maybe if I happen to run into him, I'll try talking to him then, but until then I don't want to make any stupid or rash decisions I'll end up regretting.
Once I'd finished lathering up my body, I stepped back under the water and washed the white suds from my fur. The only thing about this entire situation that's urking me is that it feels like mom and Lily are getting too involved. I want friends, but I don't want them to be made for me. I agree that Humphrey would be a good place to start since we already know him a little, but I want to get to know him myself. I don't want other people doing it for me.
Finally, I had completely washed, and shut off the water, pulling back the shower curtain and stepping out into the cold. I hate that after a shower or a bath you always have to get out and be freezing cold. Not even when we've had the heating on full blast have I ever gotten out of the shower and not felt cold. It's just another petty thing that really pisses me off.
It was then the smell of the lasagne fresh out of the oven met my nostrils and took me from my thoughts. I just need to stop worrying about it right now, because there's no point. I'll figure all that shit out tomorrow when it actually matters.
With a sigh, I grabbed my black towel from the rack on the wall and wrapped it around me, using my boobs as a means of holding it in place, before leaving the bathroom and starting downstairs to collect my food. Maybe some 'alone time' later will help clear my mind. I haven't gotten off in a few days and uni's been stressing me the fuck out, so a wank might be exactly what I need. Upon entering the kitchen, the first thing my eyes fell on was my lasagne, already plated up and sat steaming on the table.
"Thanks Lily." I said over the counter at my sister as I collected my plate.
"Ish okay." She replied through a mouthful of lasagne, her eyes fixed on the TV, and on some series she's been watching recently. Yawning, I turned and made my way back out of the living room-slash-kitchen, and up the stairs to my room. I'm not really interested in any TV shows or Netflix series' honestly. It's never been my thing. I would much rather watch VanossGaming than Squid Game or Stranger Things.
Once I got into my room I pulled the door closed and locked it, before putting my plate on my desk and heading over to the window. I pulled the curtains closed before letting my towel drop to the floor. After making sure there weren't any gaps in them because I'm paranoid as fuck about being spied on, I turned to my bedside table, pulling open the top drawer and grabbing my bullet vibrator before heading back over to my desk and turning on my PC.
Whilst waiting for it to boot up I pulled my plate towards me and put a forkful of lasagne into my mouth. There's something about mom's cooking that is literally the best thing. Her lasagne always melts in your mouth in the best possible way. Then again, she is a chef, so I would be a bit worried if it wasn't very good.
After taking another forkful my PC was ready, and I took to trusty Google Chrome, pulling up an incognito tab and tapping 'PornHub' into the search bar. By the time I've found some decent material, I would have finished my food because it takes me ages to find something to get me going. Most porn nowadays is too fake to get into. I've recently been listening to a lot of 'lewd male-for-female ASMR' stuff. I would much rather imagine a scene in my head than watch it performed by sub-par actors.
I continued eating my food as I browsed the choices on screen, and sure enough, by the time I had found one that matched the criteria for what I wanted tonight, I had basically finished my food. So, after my final mouthful, I took my vibrator from the desk and turned it on its lowest setting before putting in my earphones and sitting back in my chair.
A shiver rode up my body as soon as it touch my clit, and with the addition of the voice actor's soft voice in my ear, I was almost instantly twice as horny as I was before. This is what I need, something to really take my mind off Humphrey, and help me properly unwind.