The Tracker Hive Academy Year One - Avery Song Page 0,63

the tiny black star shape in the middle. "Blends well with the design."

"Agreed," Zeke replied. "I guess we should go. I don't want to be scolded by Zion. Once he gets into his research, he takes it all so seriously."

"That's a good thing as a Tracker, though," I admitted.

"Mhm," Zeke replied. "Still annoying."

"We don't need to stay for long," I encouraged. "Just a little viewing, talking, listening, and dancing."

"And kissing, grinding, and making sure everyone in that place knows you're mine."

"Ah. Your possessiveness is surfacing again," I flirted.

"You love it."

"I do." Kissing him quickly, I pulled away and picked up a tiny purse that held my phone.

My change of clothes was in the back and would stay there until we made it to the hotel.

I had no issues sleeping nude, but I didn't like wearing my previous night’s outfit. You never knew who you touched and where their hands had been. Once the clothes were off, they went straight to dry cleaning the next day.

It was safer, especially with many reports of innocent people being accused of murder because of evidence found on their clothing.

As a Tracker, I wasn't going to be caught in one of those situations.

"The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can fuck," I reminded my date.

Zeke bit his bottom lip. "You know how to motivate me."

He got out of the car, walking over to my side to open it up for me. Offering his hand, he helped me out and pressed a button to make the doors close on their own.

"Fancy," I commented.

"Do you have your license?" he inquired, the two of us making our way down the block to Sallie's mansion.

"I do. But Alaric won't let me drive unless it's for an assignment."

"Why?"

"I like to break all the rules. Driving makes me want to see just how fast I can go while swerving through traffic and disobeying traffic signs. I'm good for high-speed chases," I explained.

"Sexy," he complimented. "Drive us to the hotel."

I laughed. "You have a death wish."

"If it means getting to spend all my time with you, then let the reaper knock on my door. I'll pay for my funeral costs ahead of time."

"Flirt." I giggled, leaning into him. He let go of my hand to wrap an arm around my shoulder.

"Are you excited?" he asked quietly as we approached the mansion, more guests showing up. All their eyes were on us now, which only boosted my confidence even higher.

"I've never gone on a real date."

"Never?" Zeke sounded surprised. "Why is that?"

"I don't know. When you look at me, I don't give off the date vibe," I suggested.

"No one can look at someone's appearance and determine whether they love to date or not," he replied, his voice portraying a hint of annoyance. "Anyone who assumes such isn't into you for the right reasons."

"You think so?" I whispered.

"I asked you out. We're more than aware of our chemistry. Doesn't mean I'm fine with just taking you to bed. Your happiness and feelings matter to me, and I'd rather know what you want to do to make this experience special rather than assume all you would want is a quickie."

"If only all men thought that way," I whispered.

He didn't say anything more, the two of us reaching the invitation-only line. There was another line for those not invited but hoping for some spare space for them to get entry.

With what I knew about Sallie so far, from observing her in class and gossip, was that she loved to show off and let the world know what was going on. Then she'd limit access to really hype up the event.

It apparently made her popular, or that's what the gossip girls claimed, but I didn't see anything cool about it. If you want to have a party, do it and invite those you want. Don't say everyone can come, but secretly send invites to the ones you’d actually prefer to be there.

Seeing as I was mature in some ways, I wasn't one to get all crazy for the chance of being invited, but from the no-invite line, girls were screaming and praying to get in.

Zeke pulled out his phone from his pocket, keeping me close as he flashed it at the security. The tall, buff man glanced at both of us, looking us up and down before he used his head to gesture for us to continue walking forward.

For security, they sure were slacking. I could have had a weapon on me, and they