TheFalsePropeth666: I will be updating soon! I'm so glad you liked the story :') This chapter is a bit short, but next one will be longer.

Ariah23: Yes! If he hadn't...well, it would have been really ugly the situation. Glad you like the story :') I'll update soon!

Chapter Two

I was to scared and shocked to react. So, for a while, I just sat on the couch wide eyed while the janitor prepared me something to drink to calm my nerves. He returned and handed me a cup. I took it, my hands shaking a bit. He sat in front of me, looking at me without blinking.

It took me some time, but when I calmed down I managed to look back at him.

"Thank You" I said. I wasn't thanking him only for the drink, but for saving me, too. He nodded at me, and watched me intensely. I blinked, realising he was waiting for me to drink whatever he made for me, and I drew the cup to my lips. As I drank a mouthful, I coughed and gagged. It tasted like pee. I dropped the cup on the table, still coughing.

A warm feeling rose to all my bed, and I started to feel more relaxed and less scared.

"What the hell's this stuff?" I groaned, trying to brush the horrible feeling out of my mouth. "It tastes horrible!"

The janitor cracked a grin. "Well, It did got you out of your shock, didn't it?So the taste's the minor problem"

I shuddered. I still felt naked, even when I had my jacket tightly around myself.

He smiled at me, but frowned quickly. "Who were them?"

I grimaced. "I don't know" my voice sounded small and shy. "I don't know their names"

"What were you doing alone?"

"I was in a party" I said, feeling foolish. I shouldn't have gone there. If only my friends hadn't dragged me along...

"Where are your friends?" he said. "Were you alone?"

I shook my head. "They're still at the party" I felt my throat got dry at the thought of them at the party. They were really drunk. What if someone decided to take advantage of that?

The janitor snapped me out of my thoughts. He grumbled something that I did not catch, but then he looked at me. "Are they like that here?"

"Mmm?"

"The boys. The kids. Are they all like that?"

I blinked. He said kids like if he wasn't only a couple of years older than us. But then, I thought about his question and frowned more. Yes. They all were like that. This university was good, it truly was. but the problem was its habitants. They were all like Cherry and her gang or like those boys that tried to rape me. There was no in between.

"Yeah," I managed to say. "They're assholes."

He pursed his lips, but say nothing more. For a while, we were on silence. I was still trying to process everything that had happened. It was too much for me. They were probably really, really drunk to want to rape me. I was...just me. Plain old me with dark hair and dark eyes and not exactly fat yet not exactly thin. I wasn't pretty. I'd never imagined something like that could happen to me. That's why I was so shocked. And even though I felt a bit better, I was still scarred.

"What's your name?" the janitor asked softly.

I turned to him, and said halfheartedly. "Gabrielle"

The janitor blinked, and something crossed his eyes. "Gabriel?"

I hummed, not realising he had said Gabriel as in the man version of my name. "Gabrielle Angelique Grace" I said.

He snorted, like my name was something funny for him, but at the end he said, "Nice name"

I smiled a bit. "What's yours?"

"Oh." he looked like he wasn't expecting me to ask that. For a while, he didn't answer. I had to arch an eyebrow at that. Who thinks before answering something as simple as what is his name?

"Loki" he said at last.

"Loki?" I tried not to grin. I loved mythology of every type, and Loki's myth was one of my favourite from Norse Mythology. Apollo was my Greek favourite one, and Mercury my Roman favourite. "Nice name"

I offered him my hand, and he took it a bit uncertain, but ended shaking it. He had strong hands and hot hands, I noticed.

"Should we tell the Headmaster of the university about it?" he said, dropping my hand.

"Definitely no" I said, too quickly.

He frowned, eying me with distrust. "Why?"

"I just...I don't want to" I admitted. "I don't think I can be able to tell someone about...that"

"You don't have to do it alone," Loki said. "I'll go with you"

I shook my head, and my hands started to shake again. Loki saw this and decided to drop the subject, for now.

"It's okay, then" he said, though his eyes and his tone of voice showed his disapproval of the situation. "Are you going be okay alone, kiddo?"

I didn't liked being called kiddo, but I sensed he wasn't going to say my name.

I nodded, raising up to walk with him towards the door. "Yes. There's no way they're coming back. You gave them quite a fright"

He thought for a moment, but then he sort of smirked. "Yes I did"

I did not liked the way his voice sounded mischievously, but it was none of my concern what he would or wouldn't do.

"Thanks again" I said softly, blinking back some tears I had been holding for some minutes.

He just nodded and smiled at me. "Take care, kiddo"

Next morning, I heard my friends stumbling around groaning and throwing up. I rolled my eyes and prepared them breakfast and left them some aspirins for their headaches, and then I took my things and headed towards the library. I did not wanted to be around right now. The morning after a drunken night was always horrible, and they were always grumpy.

I had my hair tied in a messy bun and I had my ugliest sweater and my most ragged jeans on. I was feeling tired and worn out, so I simply sat there reading all day, and working on my literature project.

Eventually I returned home and started writing a letter to my parents. You see, they were on our natal Island visiting some relatives. My parents were the best parents you could ask for. They always supported me and loved me. I love them right back, but we hadn't been in touch for a while. I was busy with college. I wrote them about my life here on America. I told them everything was al right and even Cherry and her friends didn't seemed to matter as I wrote. Not even last nights incident. I didn't wanted them to worry about me. They had enough in their minds anyway.

I closed the notebook where I was writing when my friends stumbled trough my door. They all looked horrible, with the exception of Jane, who looked tired but not as bad as the others.

"Good Afternoon" I joked.

They all glared at me.

"Thank you for leaving us there." said Bianca.

I raised my eyebrows. I usually was the one that always managed to drag them out of parties before they got drunk when I went with them to parties. But obviously, last night I couldn't.

"It was not my fault, and I told you I would be going" I said looking at Bianca.

She rolled her eyes. "I don't remember"

"Of course you don't remember" rolled her eyes Lizzie. "We were drunk"

I snorted. Yes, they were. They all turned to me in sync.

"So, what did you do last night?" Jane's tone was mishievously. "I saw you with that cute boy"

"Cute boy?" we all asked, me frowning.

"Omg! Gaby found a boy!" exclaimed Eliza, wide eyed.

"Don't call me Gaby" I moaned. "And what do you mean cute boy, I left the party and...and I didn't see anyone else" I didnt wanted my friends to know what nearly happened. I...I wasn't ready to tell them, I still felt shocked and scared when I thought about that a lot. They were so close to getting away with it. If it had not been for Loki I probably would have been raped, or worse, killed. I shivered you by thinking about it.

"Liar" said Jane, giving me a smirk. "I came to the house after you left the party, and I saw you saying goodbye in the door to a cute boy. Now, spill the details"

They all gasped.

"Oh" I said. "No, it was not like that—"

"Gaby brough a boy here!" said Eliza wide eyed again. "You naughty girl"

"Please tell me you two didn't do it here" begged Jane, suddenly frowning, "At least not in my bed..."

"GIRLS!" I yelled, feeling my cheeks burning. "It was not like that"

They all backed down. "Oh"

"Then what was it like?" asked Victoria.

"Yeah" said Bianca. "Ive never seen you interested in other boy, or girl for what matters, after, well, you know, last year"

I grimaced, but decided to ignore the 'last year' part. "He's just the janitor"

They gasped again. Eliza and Victoria grimacing.

"A janitor?"

"Gaby's dating the janitor?" said Eliza, gagging.

"You wouldn't gag if you had seen him" Jane said smirking.

"Is he hot?" asked Eliza, suddenly interested.

"Doesn't matter, Gaby's dating him now—"

"I AM NOT DATING HIM!" I said, exasperated. "And DON'T call me Gaby. He was only here last night because...because he helped me get here. I didn't feel well in my way here and he happened to saw me and helped me here"

"So he just happened to see you and he helped you—"

"—And you invited him over?"

"Yeah"

"And that's everything?"

"Yeah"

They huffed. "That's boring"

I snorted. "Glad to know my life's boring" I said it jokingly. But my life was boring. I was just a nobody from Puerto Rico studying on America, hoping to be an author after all of this is over and if not then I'll be a psychology, I guess. My life wasn't exciting, I wasn't a hero nor important. I was just here. Living. Breathing; I think those were my only talents.

I sighed.

At night, I couldn't sleep, so I started to think of a new chapter for my book. Nevertheless, Jane interrupted me.

"Hey, Gabrielle?"

"Mm?"

"Did you hear the rumours?" Jane asked softly. We were supposed to be asleep, so she talked softly to not awake the others, even when we were rooms apart. Victoria and Eliza got grumpy if they didn't had their hours of 'beauty sleep'.

"What rumours?" I asked, moving slightly on my bed so I could watch Jane's face. She was looking at her ceiling, but she moved her head to my side to talk to me.

"Professor Rodriguez got fired" she said.

"What?!"

Professor Rodriguez was my psychology professor. He was good, really good, and handsome, but I never heard anything about him getting fired! He was in class friday, and acted normal.

Jane hummed. "They say he was sleeping with a girl from Campus"

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Can you guess who the girl was?"

For a moment I shrugged, but then a though invaded me and I frowned, then I gasped again. "No way"

"Yes" said Jane, a tad bit dramatic. "Cherry Blake"

"No way!" I said again, this time louder. "He and Cherry?!"

"Shhh!"

"Sorry, its just that...he looked so decent and nice," I said. "I can't believe he fucked that bitch."

"Never judge a book by its cover"

"Who's going to be the professor now?" I asked worriedly. "He was actually a good professor. And with a new professor things will slow down and—"

"Calm down" said Jane.

We were silent for a moment, and Jane's pause was getting on my nerves.

"Talk" I groaned.

I couldn't see her face clearly, since it was dark, but I could feel her smirk. "Arthur Cox" she said.

My brain took a moment to process that.

I gasped. "Arthur Cox?"

Jane giggled. "Yes"

I just sat there on my bed dumbstruck. "Arthur Cox is going to teach me"

"Yup" said Jane.

"Wow"

Arthur Cox had wrote tons of books of psychology and he seemed to be a really great deal in the Psycology world. I aspired to be like him. I loved him. I had read all his books, and by now I couldn't believe he was going to teach me.

This promised to be an interesting year.

On Monday, I was working on my story for Literature class in the garden when I saw Loki. He was walking around with a "what the fuck" face as he watched a lot of fangirls running to the Psycology department. A crazy fangirl nearly stumbled into Loki, but he managed to move away before the impact. I nearly laughed, nearly. I had convinced myself I wouldn't fangirl...much. At least not in public.

"Good Morning" I said as he approached me.

"Good Morning" he nodded his head at me. He looked around and signalled to all the girls. "What. Is. Happening?"

I cracked a smile. "Arthur Cox is the new Psychology professor"

"Who?" he frowned.

I looked at him. I didn't know why I had expected him to know who Arthur Cox was.

"He wrote a book" I explained slowly. It was the better way to put it. It would be hard to explain that he was one of the best psychology professors ever.

"And they're all crazy-like because of that?" he said, making a confused face that was actually kind of cute.

"Yup" I said.

He rolled his eyes.

A couple of guys passed us by as it was nearly time to start classes. The sound of hundreds and hundreds of people laughing, talking, squealing, bickering and goofing around made my head hurt. I frowned at the feeling.

"Gabrielle" the tone of Loki's voice made me realise he had called my name a couple of times. And the fact that he called me by my name. Id though he didn't liked it, since every time we talked he called me kiddo.

I moved a hair out of my way of view. "Yes?" I asked sheepishly.

"Are they still bothering you?" he asked.

I didn't need to ask who, but my eyes darkened. "No"

He squinted me with his eyes. "Honest?"

I nodded. "Don't worry. I highly doubt they even know my name"

"If they ever bother you again you tell me, all right?"

That made me smile. "Okay" We didn't know each other, and yet he offered to help me if they approached me again. I liked people like that. It was so hard to meet genuine people right now.

He smiled politely down at me, but his eyes got glued to my chest. I frowned.

"My eyes are up here" I said, crossing my arms slowly.

"What's that?" he asked at the same time.

I made a confused face. "What's what?" I followed his eyes, but smiled softly when I saw he was looking at my necklace. It was a little pendant that I had since I was a little girl. I was very fond of it.

"It's a pendant" I told him. "It's...it gives me good luck, I guess"

He continued to have his eyes glued to my necklace. "I see"

The bell rang. The pitching sound made my head ache even more.

"I have to go" I said grimacing at the ringing sound in my head. "See you later?"

He shrugged. "See you, kiddo"

"Good Morning, class" said Arthur Cox, smiling widely at us. I heard a couple of sighs, and I found myself unable not to smile. He was handsome, sort of, but what I really liked about him was his mind. His book was one of the best I've read about Psychology. "My name is Arthur Cox, and I'm your new psychology professor" he smiled at us. "You guys probably know me because of my book. But that doesn't matter right now. I want you guys to see in me...a friend" he smiled again, a charming smile. "But of course, I expect respect from you, and I will respect every single one of you" He ended up smirking, his eyes trailing down the female students, including myself.

My neck tickled, and a shiver went down my spine. Something on the way he smiled gave me the creeps. Suddenly, he didn't looked as nice as I though. Something about him was off...the way he smiled at all of us, specially the girls, bothered me.