Page 55 of Magical Academy for Delinquents
Grayson Mars stood in my doorway wearing sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a hungry, curious look.
I gave Grayson a wide smile and said, "You did it. You got me."
His eyes traveled down to my legs and his expression darkened.
My breath hitched.Maybe he doesn't believe me?But then my thoughts took it a step further.Shit. Or maybe the spell he cast has some kind of delayed activation like the dick thing ... better to get it over with,I thought, and I skipped in a circle around my room, hands flying to my chest to stop my breasts from bouncing too much without a bra.
Grayson leaned against the door jamb to watch the show. I couldn't tell if he enjoyed it. I could have checked—used my infrared vision to see if his body temperature rose—but I was too worried about waiting for the other shoe to drop. And drop it did. Right on my ass.
After a minute of skipping, I found the delayed effect.
My feet froze in place and my knees bent. My back bent forward of its own accord until my eyes were on my ugly gray carpet. I couldn't control my own body! Panic rushed through me like river rapids, because I didn't know where this was going. I felt like I was in a canoe, white water all around me, rocks looming.
I'd kept my retaliation on Grayson light-hearted with the dick thing, but had he done the same? Some of the shit he'd originally asked for when he tried to buy spells online was downright fucking evil. Was he going to make me poop myself? Pants myself? Stick a finger in my own ass in public? —He’d asked for that one twice.
Anxiety filled me like a swarm of gnats as my hands slowly went up my legs toward my thighs. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.You're in your room idiot,I told myself.At least you're discovering this now and not in the middle of class. You have time. Not much time. But time to start figuring out a counter spell to unravel whatever he wrote.
My body held still for a moment, as my anticipation built. And then, suddenly, my spine dropped and lifted. My back and knees bent, and my butt went up and down, faster and faster. My ass sped up until it felt like Jell-O attached to the end of my spine. And I couldn't stop. Not on my own.Dammit!The jerkwad made me skip and twerk!
It was embarrassing as fuck, since my short sleep shorts rode up to give me the world’s most uncomfortable wedgie, freeing the lower halves of my ass to Grayson’s stare. The wedgie burned like no wedgie had before, because the friction was awful. I couldn’t stop twerking until some unknown timer that Grayson must have written into the spell went off. At that point, I was out of breath and my face was red as a tomato.
I turned to look at Grayson, emotions torn. Admiration and hatred. Fury and utter humiliation. That fucking ass! "How am I supposed to make it through a run with Lundy like this?"Or a walk to class,I thought. Shit … this was way worse than what I’d done to him. It would take forever to unravel. And I had a damned test in Wolfe’s class so I couldn’t ditch the entire day. If I did ditch … each of my detentions had been worse than the last. I didn’t have time to waste on that.
I briefly considered finding another recruit—dropping Grayson and taking Dad’s suggestion to scale the Pinnacle’s headquarters more seriously. But then I glanced back at Grayson.
For the first time in days, a smile crossed his face. It wasn’t a happy smile, or a mean one. For once, it was a proud smile. A ‘hell-yeah, I did that’ smile. It lit his face up. It softened his jaw. And for a second, I saw the guy underneath the Grayson Mars persona, underneath the bored little rich boy attitude he wore. I saw someone like me.
That only lasted for a second, because Grayson’s proud smile turned dirty as his eyes roamed down my figure, taking in my silk sleep shirt sans bra. "Not my problem," he said in a gravelly tone before he pushed off my door jamb and walked down the hall.
I skipped toward the door and leaned out. "You know this means war!"
Grayson turned around and put both hands in the air, curling his fingers in a come-hither gesture several times. "Bring it."
* * *
I did ditch Cross Country.Then I ended up calling Zavier for a favor. He’d arrived at the door of my dorm with an excited smile on his face.
“You need itbad, don’t you!”
“If by it, you mean your help, then unfortunately yes,” I grumbled as I tossed my hair up into a ponytail. Then I turned from where I was perched on top of my bed and held out my arms.
“Oh baby!” Zavier raced to my bed and leaped on top of me leaving the hall door wide open in his excitement.
“No, you weirdo!” I batted him off, though the feeling of his muscles encasing my torso made my vagina tell my brain that it was an idiot. “We have a test. I need you to carry me to class!”
Immediately, Zavier sat up and started examining me with his eyes and (of course, because he was him) his hands. “Did you get hurt again?”
I pushed him away, but he tweaked a nipple before I could get him all the way off me and by the glint in his eyes, he’d done it on purpose. It didn’t help matters that I’d dreamed about him playing with my breasts last night. I had to shove down dream images as I said, “I’m fine. I just can’t walk.”
He raised one eyebrow, finally leaning back on one of his elbows and looking up at me. “How can you be fine if you can’t walk? That’s the definition of not fine!”
“I’ve been spelled. And I don’t have time to unravel it before class.”
Zavier’s brown eyes studied me. “I think you could do it.”
I shook my head vehemently. “I’ve already started making notes. It’s crazy complex.”
He checked his phone. “Still, we’ve got a whole five minutes—”
