“No, please, don't do that,” I groaned.
Talking to a dog was a whole other level.
He sat down again and wagged his tail as if I had invited him to dinner.
“I'm afraid you've misunderstood me.”
“Ahhhhh! Oh my God! Who was that?!” a high-pitched screech rang out, and the dog jumped as someone came down the stairs like a furious elephant.
When the unnecessarily dressed-up Vivienna saw the dog, her eyes widened.
“That creature has pooped on my bed!” she hissed angrily.
I couldn't help but grin before shoving another piece of ham into my mouth.
Vivienna looked up at me and took a step back.
“You! That's your mutt!” She looked at me with anger, reminding me of the fight a few days ago.
“Hardly,” I laughed, trying to cover up the hostility.
The little dog came running to her and tried to jump up, but she started shouting again.
“Go away! Shush!”
The dog ran to the couch and hid there.
I grinned gleefully. “The mighty Vivienna. Afraid of a little puppy.”
Vivienna looked at me in disgust, probably because she didn't like the way I was sitting here eating ham.
“You're no different from that dog, you Copeland scum!”
I jumped up and she immediately jumped back.
“What did you just say?” I asked with a serious look and a slight yellow gleam in my eyes.
“What is going on here?” it came from the stairs, and Julian's neighbor came down the steps. She stopped for a moment, probably because the last time she'd seen Vivienna and me talking to each other, a lot had gone wrong, but then she came down further.
“Your stupid dog shat on my bed!” Vivienna continued to bitch, reminding me how annoying it was to have to sit with her in most of my law lectures.
However, she wasn't the worst person in the law department, no, it was one of those arrogant DeLoughreys who I would have expected to be the last person to go to law school.
Today I had spotted the brunette Ruisangor with the undercut man bun at the very back of the lecture hall.
He probably studied law, because his family ran the law firm downtown. Just maybe not for long... I would make sure of it.
Bayla had to stifle a grin, which brought me back to the present.
“What's so funny about that?”
Vivienna gave her an evil glare.
“Nothing...” Bay muttered, still grinning.
“I should hope so. I want someone to get rid of this or there will be consequences for you!” With those words, she stumbled up the stairs in a hurry.
I looked at the dog and clicked my tongue until he peeked out from under the couch and looked at me. I waved a slice of ham in the air, which the dog didn't need to see twice. He forced his little body out of the crack and came prancing happily to me. I threw him the slice of ham, which he immediately pounced on and licked up.
“Good dog,” I sighed, and finally continued eating.
The package was almost empty and my stomach was still growling.
That's what you get for sharing your food with a pet, Emely.
Bayla eyed me with suspicion, then grinned again.
“You seem to get on well with Julie's dog.”
What did she want from me now?
I already found it annoying enough that she was in my head, now she wanted to pretend that nothing had happened.
Couldn't the Quatura just leave me all alone to study?
“I hate dogs,” I said, jumping off the counter and pushing the dog aside.
“Yeah, right,” Bayla replied, still grinning.