Page 32 of Summoning Sex Demons

“See you later, Professor,” I said, slipping out of the room.

“So?” Mikayla exclaimed immediately, shaking her head and impatiently waiting for me to talk about every little thing that had happened last night. She wrapped her hands around my upper arm and shook. “What happened with that demon?! Don’t keep us waiting.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “We just hung out.”

“We want the details!” Mikayla said, pulling me to Smoothie Queen.

Jada arched her brow. “Mikaylawants the details.”

When we reached the smoothie shop, we shuffled in line and ordered.

“I amnotthe only one!” Mikayla crossed her arms. “We’ve been making predictions all night about what he did with you. He wassoooomuch hotter than we’d expected him to be, and he’shuuuuuge!”

Again, Jada snickered. “We saw thatthingswinging last night …”

“He’s thick too,” Mikayla said. “Your vagina must be aching.”

My lips curled into a small smirk. “My vagina is doing fine. Don’t worry.”

“God, he’s, like, seven feet tall,” Jada commented.

“Almost nine with his horns.”

“His horns?!” Mikayla exclaimed, smacking her hand over her heart. “I can’t!”

I glanced over at her to see those curls half covering her over dramatic expression. “I am so glad that I could summon somemagicfor you on Halloween. No need to thank me for that huge?—”

Jada elbowed her. “We need to get her a man before she combusts from excitement.”

After picking up my smoothie from the counter, I slurped it and followed them to the exit of the building to the bus stop. Jada pushed some brown hair out of her face from the searing wind and brought her drink to her lips.

“Therehasto be others at our school, right?” Jada asked, glancing at Mikayla.

She sipped on her strawberry banana smoothie. “I don’t know.”

“Can’t you sense them?” I asked.

“Who do you think I am?” she exclaimed.

“Well …” Jada cleared her throat. “Apparently somepowerful witch who demons fear.”

Mikayla giggled. “Who told you that? Was it that guy you were flirting with last night?”

“You did!” Jada said.

Mikayla widened her eyes. “I did?”

Jada looked blankly at her. “What kind of shit is she on?”

“The good kind,” I hummed, making the same joke that she had made Halloween night. I looped my thumbs around the straps of my backpack and continued toward the bus stop. “So, you don’t know if there are others?”

“Demons?” Mikayla asked. “Not sure. But I’d bet there are, especially your professor.”

“My professor?”

Mikayla grinned. “We saw the way he was staring at you.”

“He was not.”

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