Page 28 of Magical Academy for Delinquents
-It’s cool. I still ogled him. So, gimme an update! Have you snagged the hot guy?-
-It’s a work in progress.-
-He better be worth it.-
-He is. I can already tell.-
Of course, I didn’t mention that Grayson was probably planning my murder. Some things Tia didn’t need to know.
When I left the gym after Cross Country on Saturday morning, Zavier ran across the grass toward me. I hadn’t seen him all day Friday as I’d hidden out in bathrooms and closets between class to avoid Grayson’s steaming temper.
“Holy shit, you have lady balls!” Zavier crowed, referring to my dick spell.
“Those are called ovaries,” I said, tucking my still semi-damp hair into a black beanie. I’d minimized my shower time because a couple of the girls in the locker room had decided to help Grayson out by punishing me with hail instead of water from the shower head.
Apparently, everyone at this school tested positive on the asshole scale. I was used to being one of the few. That would take some getting used to. But on the other side of things was Zavier. He didn’t seem to fit in here.
Looks-absolutely. His sleeved tats were drool-worthy and to-die-for. He was showing them off a little today despite the cold weather, cuffs rolled to his elbows. But Zavier’s happy smile and the chin nod he gave everyone we passed didn’t fit. Even the way he slung an arm around my shoulders was way too innocent.
“Do you not know that half the student body wants to kill me right now?” I asked, trying to shrug out of his hold. “You don’t want to be seen with me.”
“Oh, I do know you have a death wish. Question is—why?”
Death wish. That’s one of those phrases Claude used on me, when he came to my room late at night and stood in the doorway, to tell me that I was a disappointment who was slowly killing my mother. He’d tell me it was my fault she had to take Calm, that she couldn’t eat, that she’d fallen down the stairs.
I shoved the memories and Zavier off at the same time, trying not to let the darkness take control. “I don’t. I’m just a bitch.”
He evaluated me for a second before he took two long strides to catch up with me. And his damn arm went back around my shoulders. “A hot bitch. A bitch in heat.”
“Dude, if either one of us is a dog, it’s you.”
“If I’m a dog, can I sniff your ass?” He started to snort and scooped me up, dumping me over his shoulder.
Shocked, appalled, embarrassed, and a tiny bit amused, I clamped my hands over my butt. “Put me down, you moron.”
“Not until you come up with a more clever way to ask.”
“Please?”
“Nope.”
Ugh. I thought about burning his butt with gamma rays; I had a great view of it, but we were in the middle of the two buildings. And even though it was Saturday, that was just another school day here. Teachers and students swarmed all around.
He wanted something more clever. I replayed our conversation. The pun we’d been working off had been dogs. “Sit.”
Zavier sat, still holding me, my ass still pointed in the air. But now, it was at hand level for most people strolling past.
“Zavier, anyone walking by could spank me,” I hissed.
“You’re no fun,” he grumbled, finally relenting and pulling me down onto his lap.
I glared at him. “You’re crazy.”
“Nope. I’m rubber. You’re glue.”
“I’m gonna kill you and turn your bones into glue,” I said, as I struggled off his lap without his help.
“Good one.” Two seconds later, he was up again, grabbing my hand. “Come on, or we’ll be late for class. Tell me more about your glowing panties.”
