“Ahh. No, that’s after the one I’m headed to. ‘Spells and Incantations.’” Storing my phone away, I ask, “Why? Should I be worried about him?” She gazes down, re-tucking the loose strand behind her ear. “Shit, don’t tell me he’s a hard ass.”
“No, nothing like that. I’m only asking–”
“Wait, he must be one of those professors who flirts with their students. Alise, I’m telling you now, I’m not above punching a teacher in the cock if they get handsy.” I clench my fist as a wave of heat races down my back, churning my stomach at the thought of being touched by a complete stranger. I’m past those days.
“By the Gods, no. He’s not like that. I asked, hoping our classes were by each other. No need going anywhere near his…” Her tone softens, and a deep pink speckles her cheeks. “Cock.” She fumbles her hands down her shirt like she is trying to rid any wrinkles from forming, possibly anxious from muttering the word.
“It’s okay; you can say it out loud. Cock, cock, cockity cock!” I shout it as though I’m trying to summon one.
A passerby catches my rant and tosses us a rather displeased look. Laughter erupts, and Alise escapes into the White Wing with me hot on her trail. Giggles ricochet off the walls, and I avoid bumping into a few students who appear enraged with our child-like behavior. Fuck-em.
“You’re insane; you know that?” she blurts around her laughter, coming to a stop and leaning against the wall.
My pace slows until I stand beside her, perceiving how there isn’t a single door spanning down this hall. Only windows. I see another student turn the corner, heading our way, and out of nowhere, one manifests. They enter, and as the door closes, it vanishes.What the fuck.
It’s amazing what you notice when there isn’t a six-foot, well dressed, honey-glazed slab of meat pulling your attention with his dimples. Not that I remember much about him, but still.
A cathedral ceiling keeps the hovering crystals from escaping. Their illuminating glow casts light upon the Roman and Greek carvings. Busts of Gods protrude from the walls. It’s as if they’re watching, judging with lifelike expressions.
“Umm, Kyra,” Alise calls out.
“Huh?”
“You, okay? You’ve been staring down the hall for quite a while.”
“Oh, I’m thinking about how massive this Academy is, and how everything resembles a time period long before I was born. Beautiful. Even these judging statues.” Tilting my head up, I find more.
“You should be heading into class. There’s enough time to learn about our Gods. I don’t want you getting fussed at because you decided to go sight watching.”
“It’s sightseeing,” I chuckle. “By chance, do you know who my next professor is?”
“Yep, her name is Yaz. She’s an acquired drink. Plenty of males have found themselves in the infirmary, trying to do just that. I think you’ll like her though.” She smiles, her cheeks lifting those thin framed glasses, and I return a genuine one of my own. “Right there is where you’ll find her class. I should be on my way. Text me later.” She waves in departure.
I advance where Alise pointed and witness the marble wall fading into an elegant wooden door, with etched designs of things I haven’t the slightest clue of what they mean. How I missed this kind of magic during Marcel’s class is beyond me.
With a huff, I tread inside, and the entire class goes silent. My stomach twists into a dreaded knot, and I swallow a lump of air, trying to sway my nerves.
“You’re late, Kyra. Please find a seat,” the fay upfront directs. A quick peek around shows every fay harboring hatred for me is in attendance.
Paige sits near the front by one of the large, open windows, but her glower isn’t as intense as Gina’s, who is perched on her right. If Ihad to guess, I’m receiving ‘I want to murder you’ vibes, and somehow, I’m not threatened. I’ve dealt with mean girls before, and it all ends the same, with them underestimating me.
Sitting in the back, away from everyone else, is Tish. She leans forward on her desk and delivers a smile so potent, bumps trickle down my arms. Excitement glosses her vision, and ribbons of flames twirl around her fingers. Now her, I believe will kill me.
“Kyra.” My name is spoken with an agitated tone. I face the fay upfront, displeased with my stalling. “Your seat,” she demands, motioning with her eyes, a cross between smoldering and threatening. The shade of her light green irises is hidden behind an even darker green mascara.
Curtains of silken black hair drape around her face, spiraling into soft curls that fall past her shoulders. Her skin is flawless, perfectly tanned with a hint of glitter. Upon further inspection, I realize it’s her. Yasmine, Princess Jasmine and Aladdin’s daughter from the picture I created.No fucking way.
I’m now excited, fangirling, and filled to the brim with questions. But I refrain for now.
This lecture room is set in a large ‘U’ shape. Desks made of wood and marble are placed in its center and grouped in twos. Great. To my right, towards the front, steps lead up into a marble platform where Yasmine leans against her desk, and a cheery God statue hangs from the ceiling. Another one I’m not familiar with.
Separating us from her, embedded into the floor, are two blue squares in equal size and spaced apart. I’m sure there is a reasonable explanation for them, but judging by the blood splatter, I could be wrong.
I maneuver around the first pair of desks and find one vacant beside a guy on his phone. I need to be close to the door in case a group of murdering females feels inclined.
“Now that everyone’s here…” She waves a hand at the entrance, and a magical seal locks us in. All heads turn, observing a glowingblue symbol pulse against the polished oak frame. More students beyond it, attempting to get in, disappear from view. “We can begin class.”Damn, that could’ve been me.
“I’m Yasmine of House Life, and we’ll be going over all spells, charms, and enchantments. I don’t care about your advanced spell knowledge. You will stick to my guidelines and mine alone. If you’re caught doing anything other than what I’ve asked, you’ll pray for death by the time I’m done with you. And trust me, not a single God above will come to your aid. Is that understood?” She smiles, and I see what Alise means. Yasmine is a boss ass b…