Page 19 of Magical Academy for Delinquents
I snorted. I couldn’t help it. Maybe Nazer wasn’t as bad as I’d first thought. I liked how she’d swung back at him.
Zavier turned to look at me and grin as Nazer snapped the ankle monitor onto his ankle. “Like the sight of me getting restrained? I’m down to explore that later.”
“I’d like the sight of you holding arestraining order,” I retorted.
Zavier jutted out his lip. “Only if you make it for five hundred miles so then I can sing The Proclaimers’ song.” Zavier cleared his throat and launched into the lyrics.
“You fall down at my door, you’d better be dead,” I told him.
Zavier just grinned as he started an air-drumming solo. I couldn’t help but crack a smile as he skipped around the room air-drumming on the cabinets and Nazer’s desk while he sang, “Dah-dah-dah-dah.”
God, this guy was giddy on another level. Something about him was so jovial, so teasing, and so fucking cute at the same time—gah! The feelings rumbling through my chest were the same as that time I’d babysat my four-year-old cousin and asked her if she wanted a snack. She’d said, “Yes, I want a chocolate poo-poo!” And then she’d collapsed in giggles and run from me because she knew she was being naughty. Zavier had the exact same smirk in his eyes, and it made me want to burst into laughter.
I resisted—barely—and asked Nazer, “Is he always this bad?”
Nazer snapped her fingers and Zavier stuck his foot back up on her desk, bowing to us as we ignored him.
“And the crowd goes wild!” he waved his hands in the air like a grateful rock star at the end of a set while Nazer pressed a button on his new anklet so that a blue light started blinking.
Nazer gave me a dry look. “Actually,thisis good for him.” The director tucked a flyaway hair back into her bun, then she gestured toward the door, before going to her seat. “Mr. Kieltyka, I trust you can show Ms. Dunemark the way.”
Dickwad smiled at me and held the door open. “I always let ladies come first.” His eyes glittered with mirth. “Oops, did I say come? I meant go.”
Oh my God. He was ridiculous. At the same time, delicious images flitted through my head because he was fucking hot. Yeah, he was an attention whore. But he had this weird, twisted pervy charm. I kept my look hard because I knew he was searching for a blush. “No, you didn’t. You meant come. Problem is, you’ve probably never seen the real thing. I bet all your girls fake it.” I stood up and brushed past him. He followed too close, close enough to rub against me as we went back down the hall.
“Nobody fakes it with me,” he argued.
“Guys can never tell.”
“Yes, we can!”
“How?”
“Truth spell,” he said.
I scoffed. “Liar! What guy takes the time to write a Truth Spell before sex?”
“Well, let’s have sex and I’ll write one before. Then we’ll both know I know,” he winked.
“You are about two seconds away from a punch to the dick,” I told him.
“Still a hand on my dick…” He gave a wink.
He was funny, not that I laughed and let him know it. I kept my face passive as I raised a brow. “That desperate, huh? Might want to try a different strategy.”
“Well, give me your expert advice.”
“Be a gentleman instead of a walking horn dog.”
Zavier protested my dismissal. “What? I’m the ultimate gentlemen. That back there was a slip of the tongue. My tongue likes to slip a lot.” He hurried in front of me so he could walk backwards, and waggle said tongue suggestively at me. “In fact, maybe you could help me with that. I really need to get my tongue in shape. We could meet up later, work on tongue curls.” He demonstrated his tongue curls for me, crossing his eyes at the same time.
“If you didn’t look like a drunk duck that might be tempting. But hard pass, perv.”
I was getting sucked into conversation with him when I should be doing more productive things with my time. I pushed past him and started down the stairs, scanning the few students roaming the first floor to see if my targets were there. No dice.
“What? No! I meant we could be like gym buddies. Workout our tongues. Other body parts.” Zavier hurried after me.
“Yeah,” I snorted, glancing through the open doors on the first floor.
