Page 65 of Magical Academy for Delinquents
Malcolm gave a dark laugh and a chill raced down my spine, a chill not put there by the weather. It settled on my ass and gave it a cold, frosty bite, making me jump.
“Hey! What was that for?” I asked, self-conscious as people turned to stare at me.
“I’ve been thinking about our last conversation,” Malcolm said, his fingers sliding up and down between mine.
My throat tightened. “Can we … discuss it after the tournament?”
Malcolm raised a single brow.
I didn’t pay any attention to the tournament, not even when the floating bubble spun like a tornado had caught it up and both the competitors were flung into the center. They were stuck, floating there, until the faculty retrieved them.
I only watched everything else out of the corner of my eye until, between bouts, Zavier and Evan marched over to us.
“Hey, flirty friend,” Zavier scooped me up and set me onto his lap, ignoring the fact that I was holding Malcolm’s hand. Then he glanced over at Evan. “I left a hand for you.”
Evan shook his head but sat down on my left. Zavier ended up grabbing both our hands and smacking them together until we awkwardly held onto one another in order to avoid his annoying tactics.
“There. Now everybody’s happy.”
“You’re the only one who’s happy and I can feel that happiness poking me in the back,” I retorted.
“Relax. Look around. Guys share here all the time.” Zavier gestured to a girl three rows beneath us who was surrounded by five guys. “So long as everyone’s in the know and cool with it.”
I swallowed hard when one of the guys behind her started rubbing her back and another leaned over to peck her on the cheek. My chest felt like that pressure cooker Maria always used to make our pot roasts. I glanced over at Malcolm. His gaze back was calm, completely unconcerned, like this was normal. When I looked over at Evan, he was still wearing a frown, but his fingers stroked my palm. I swallowed hard. I felt like I needed to say something, to apologize or … something. But before I could say anything, my boobs suddenly doubled in size. Then tripled. They looked like cantaloupes. “Dammit Grayson!”
Zavier laughed first. Then Malcolm. Then even Evan, that traitor. I glared at all of them as my hands went to protect my breasts and help hold them up. They were fucking heavy!
“Help, you jerkwads!” I leaned forward as my chest became weighed down by two watermelon-sized appendages.
Laughter rose around us as people started to notice what was happening. My eyes scanned the gym until I spotted him. Grayson Mars leaned against the double doors at the back of the gym. I narrowed my eyes at him, but at the same time, respect bubbled inside my stomach. I gave him a one finger salute. He returned it, laughing, before he pushed open the doors and left me to my misery.
Evan took up a spot in front of me, blocking the view of most of the other students as he stared down and studied me. Zavier kept a hold on my lap, mostly so he could say things like, “When we figure out how to reverse this, should we go all the way back to normal? Or can we keep her boobs like porn star size? Anybody wanna vote?”
If I could have reached backward and slapped him, I would have. I scolded all of them as my boobs began to hit my waist. They were hanging out from the bottom of my shirt and my bra was about to break—thank God it was one of those super elastic cotton ones. I hunched over and used the bleacher floor in front of us to help me hold them up and hide them from everyone. “Stop joking and just make this go away, now!”
Beside me, Malcolm said, “Looks like a directed growth spell, but unraveling isn’t my strong suit.”
“Evan!” I pleaded.
Evan already had out his wand and ink. He glanced over at Zavier, who said, “If you got this, I got you.”
Then Evan nodded and knelt in front of me so he could write on the bench next to my massive, overflowing breasts, which were starting to look more like huge anacondas than breasts. One of my bra straps snapped.
From the gym floor, Professor Huchmala called out, “Hayley, what’s happened? Do you need help?”
I turned fifty shades of red. All the professors stopped what they were doing, preparing for the next fight, and turned to look up at me.
“Just a prank! Reversing it now!” Zavier called down.
“Please, hurry,” I whimpered.
Evan’s hand flew across the parchment. Zavier’s hand lifted and pointed right at Evan … and the bear shifter’s hand became a blur, until all I saw was the smoking trail of parchment and the orange sparkles lifting from the spell. Seconds later, my chest was back to normal, though my shirt and bra … those were ruined.
But I didn’t even notice that the collar of my shirt sagged forward or that a bra strap hung limp against my stomach. I turned around on Zavier’s lap and punched him right in the chest. “Motherfucker!” I said. “You’re aTock?”
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Malcolm pulledme away from the guys and helped me out of the gym, silently. Evan had tried to follow at first, but Malcolm had shaken his head and led me away.
