Free The Touch Series: Initiation by Cecilia Lonski

guess this is it. Goodnight and I'll see you next time.”
                  “Goodnight.”
                  Josef and Artie said goodnight to each girl as they walked out of the hotel and went into their cabs. When my cab approached, Artie put his arm around by shoulder and walked me to mine. I wished it had been Josef...
                  When I came close to the cab door, I realized I didn't say “goodnight” to Josef. I quickly spun around, which prompted Artie to put his arm down. Josef was right behind us with his eyes on Artie. He didn't look happy. I suppose this would be breaking the “no flirting with other guys” rule. Shit.
                  “Goodnight, Artie.”
                  Artie gave me a high five before walking away.
                  Josef opened my door for me.
                  “Goodnight... Josef.” I whispered his name so no one around could hear.
                  His jaw was tense but his eyes showed the opposite. “Goodnight, Miss Turner.”
                  I got in and waved to him which awarded me a slight grin.
     
                  For once,  I was happy I joined The Club.
     
     
                                                                           
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                                                         
     
     
     
     
     
     
                                                                          CHAPTER six
                                             
                 
     
                  I was sitting in my Art History class which I usually enjoyed but today I was immensely distracted. It had been three days since I'd seen Josef or even Artie. I was curious to know when we would all go out again. Heck, even if that meant having to spend a night with Gwen. I really didn't care anymore.
                  I sat near the end of the class, which consisted of around a hundred students so it was okay for me to text in class and get away with it. After checking my messages and email for any update, I finally  took the initiative to text Artie myself.
                 
                  Quinn: Hey :)
     
                  I waited for his response which made me even more agitated.  After a minute, I began to bite the  side of my pencil. The professor was in the middle of covering Impressionism and I could barely make out what he was saying between his mumbling and the sound of a pair of students whispering in front of me. I dropped my pencil onto my desk when my phone buzzed.

 
                  Artie: Hey! How's it going?
     
                  Quinn: Just in class. Super bored :( What r u doing?
                 
                  Artie: In a meeting. Super bored too :(
     
                  Quinn: Ooops. Sorry for texting then....
     
                  Artie: No it's fine. It's not really important. Just going over our business schedules.
     
                  Quinn: Is Josef there?
     
                  Artie: Yes...he's the CEO. DUH.
     
    Of course he was there. I'm an idiot.
     
                  Quinn: LOL. My bad. Can you tell him I said hi?
                 
    Artie didn't respond quickly this time. Oh no, did I cross a line? Did he suspect something? I let out a sigh and began biting my pencil again. The whispers in front of me continued and it increased my agitation. It wasn't until a minute later that my phone buzzed again.
     
                  Artie: I did. He said hi back.