Page 27 of Magical Academy for Delinquents
"Your bottle just turned into a dildo."
"What?" he scoffed.
But another of his cronies shook his head. "Dude, it's true."
Grayson picked up his water bottle. "Looks normal to me. Does it look normal to you?"
"Right now, it does," Laura said, uncertain.
Grayson put it to his full lips again. And a big pink dildo re-emerged as he stared cross-eyed down his nose. "That bitch!" he said, but there was half a smile on his face.
That's right, fucker. Not everyone's too intimidated to mess with a rich boy.
Grayson turned to Laura. "You try it."
She swallowed hard and her eyes darted around the room.
"Come on, chicken," I goaded her through the screen.
Of course, she couldn't say no to Grayson. Girls like her and Terra Lysour thought that saying no would get them kicked to the curb. I winced when she took the bottle even though tears had formed in her eyes. She was going to do it, though she really didn't want to, though she was anticipating humiliation, just because he told her to. I wanted to shake girls like her and just tell them to grow a spine. But there was nothing I could do.
Terra lifted the water bottle to her lips with shaking hands. But it stayed a water bottle.
"What the hell?" Grayson said. He took it back. As soon as it touched his lips it turned into a dick. And the triple activation part of the spell started up. Since this was the third time he'd touched the dick to his mouth, it started to vibrate, splattering water across his chin.
The roar of laughter that went through the cafeteria was brilliant. It must have vibrated the floors. Part of me wished I could be there in person to witness it, but I was pretty sure that if I was there in person, my person wouldn't exist much longer. Grayson would kill me.
He set down the water bottle and shook his head, his prior amusement gone as he grabbed a napkin and dabbed at his face.
"That tricky little thing," he said.
"Don't worry, baby, we'll get her." Laura put her hand on his broad shoulder, trying to comfort him, though the expression on her face still hadn't changed from the relief she'd felt when the water bottle hadn't turned into a dildo on her.
Grayson absently patted her hand as his eyes scanned the room, looking for me. As he glanced around, his dark expression made the laughter sputter and falter, dying off.
Nope, buddy, not dumb enough to sit there and wait for you to kill me.
"We'll make sure she knows—" Laura started.
But Grayson stared down at her. "No. I will. She's clearly calling me out, baby."
"But—"
He stood, ignoring her and leaving his innocuous-looking water bottle on the table. "I'll take care of it."
Then he grabbed his bag and walked out, leaving her behind.
I grinned to myself. He was going to spend all day thinking about me instead of her. Yeah, he'd be hating me the entire time. But love and hate were just milliseconds apart. They were both energy that boiled over to the point of irrationality. Both impulsive needs driven by the mind, intense feelings that burned like fire. I was gonna scorch Grayson until he couldn't tell the difference between the two.
And then, I was gonna proposition him.
Chapter 13
Tia textedme Saturday morning before Cross Country.
-Lady, that hot guy you sent was epic, up until his tiny briefs. Too many steroids. Not enough going on downtown.-
-LOL. Sorry.-
