Page 48 of Magical Academy for Delinquents
"Not exactly. She caught me with them both, at the same time."
I turned to face forward, keeping my face neutral. But inside I burned with curiosity. What was it like? Was it good? Was it hot? My eyes traveled over the crowd, which was filled mostly with guys. If Emelia's mom wanted to scare her off having threesomes, this was not the place to send her daughter. MAD’s guy to girl ratio made it the perfect breeding ground for female fucking harems. I’d never considered the idea before … but it had merit. After all, guys thrived on competition. And if they were competing for orgasms, how hard would they work? It was definitely something to consider. Not that I had time to consider it right now. I was way too busy.
“So, like why are you here?” Emelia asked. “And what’s your plan after you graduate?”
I opened my mouth to spout off a bullshit answer, but just then my right arm lifted and flipped my hair.What the hell?I stared down at my hand. I hadn’t meant to do that. My left arm lifted and did the same thing, flipping my hair. Then my right gave a giant flip. My left arm smacked Emelia as it rose again. My eyes went wide. Snickers floated over and I looked to see Grayson and his posse about twenty feet away, all their eyes focused on me. My arms started to pinwheel and I had to stand so they wouldn’t hit the bleacher seats. I almost pitched forward. Only Emelia grabbing my back saved me.
More eyes turned to watch me as the staff continued to reset the floating orb and get it ready for the next round.
“Dammit. Grayson did this,” I told her. How am I gonna write a spell to unravel this if my arms won’t stop? My eyes must have shown my panic to Emelia.
She dug into her backpack and pulled out a notebook. “I’ll try and write something to unravel it. But it might take a minute.”
“Hold up,” Zavier’s voice cut across her. His arm came forward and held me by the waist. He ignored the fact that his new position made him get hit as my arms rotated.
Evan took the notebook out of Emelia’s hands and glanced up at me. His blue eyes were analytic as he looked me over. “I got this. But I didn’t bring my wand. Hales—”
I nodded frantically, nearly pitching forward again. Only Zavier’s arms wrapped around me kept me in place.
Laughter started to echo across the gym as more students noticed. I didn’t care, my attention was focused solely on Evan as he scribbled quickly on a roll of parchment, faster than I would have thought possible. The parchment smoked and burned and then a glittering blue magic swam through the air and encased my arms.
They stopped pinwheeling and I sank into Zavier’s chest, breathing a sigh of release. My shoulders ached. “That fucker,” I growled into Z’s shirt. His arms rose and gently started to massage my sore shoulders without being asked.
I turned my head to look at Evan, whose face was strained, even though he should have been relieved. His jaw was tight.
“Thanks,” I told him, a bit grudgingly. Damn Grayson for making me turn to my worst enemy.
Evan gave me a sharp nod, then started to put away my things. He immediately headed down the bleachers toward the floor. I watched him go, my brow furrowed.
“Hayley, you could be a little nicer, don’t you think?” Zavier whispered into my hair so that Emelia couldn’t hear.
I shook my head as I sat back down, rotating my sore shoulders, trying to shake them out. “He’s part of the reason my brother’s a vamp.”
Zavier picked me up and sat me on his lap. “You don’t mean that.” He petted my hair. “Nobody can force anyone else do write the Unnatural spell.”
I burrowed my face into Zavier’s neck. “Can we discuss something else please?”
“You know he’s in love with you, right?”
I pulled back and punched Z in the chest. “Don’t say that.”
Z rubbed his chest and mock pouted. “You hurt me!”
“I didn’t hit you that hard, you baby.”
“Kiss it and make it better, or I’m leaving,” Z lifted his shirt. Holy abs! His entire torso was a work of art. And not just with the tattoos. His chest was like a magnet.
“Didn’t you just tell me some other guy was in love with me? And now you want me kissing on you?”
Zavier shrugged. “You can love more than one person at once.”
I leaned back. “I do not love you.”
“Yes, you do,” he leaned in and rubbed his nose against mine in one of those obnoxiously cute, coupley ways. “You wuv me wots and wots. Now kiss it, Dunemark. Make it bettuh.”
Why did he have to be so damn cute? Why did his chest have to look like the sex equivalent of an ice-cream cone? Irresistible. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the bare spot over his heart.
“Yeah baby, that’s it!” Zavier moaned.
