Page 69 of Magical Academy for Delinquents
"I take it you were never at the threesome?" My voice was wry, but I couldn't help sucking in air through my teeth and grimacing.Fuck, I hurt.
Grayson paused and stared down at me. "I forgot you were here."
"I'd leave if I could," I retorted. "This is as far as I've been able to move." My mind was still having little brown outs from shock.
He sighed, scrubbed a hand across his face, and walked over to me. Once again, his big warm hands touched my body, starting at my legs and feeling them.
"Hey!" I growled.
"I'm trying to see if anything's broken," he scolded.
"Well why don't you ask me instead of mauling me?" I groused. "Nothing's broken. But I feel like a giant bruise. I'm going to be as purple as that purple monster-thing from McDonalds."
"Grimace?"
I fell back onto Grayson's pillow, my arms giving out. "Is that its name? How appropriate."
Grayson rolled his eyes and went to his desk. He pulled out his wand and parchment and ink.
I panicked. Fear shot like a dart through me. "Hey! No fair. I'm incapacitated. You can't put a spell on me right now."
Grayson paused what he was doing. He turned sideways in his desk chair and planted his feet on the ground, elbows resting on his knees. "What were you doing tonight?"
"Coming to spy on you," I admitted with a grumpy exhale. "None of the new spells I've been trying on you have worked."
A twisted sort of smile crossed his face. "What spells?"
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Oh, come on, they didn't work anyway. Tell me."
"I tried to make you randomly shout, 'I'm a dickhead!' in class."
The twist to his mouth grew painful looking.
"What else?"
"I tried to cast a spell to make the front of your pants permanently wet. Or make your wand turn limp every time you touched it."
"Why am I seeing a theme here?" Grayson asked, moving off his elbows and leaning onto the back of his chair, tilting it back onto two feet as he gave a smile.
"Cause you're a dick," I told him bluntly.
"Well, you're a cunt."
I made a sour face at him.
"You deny it?"
"No."
"A dick and a cunt." He laughed, lowering his chair to the ground and turning back to his desk.
"I told you not to spell me!"
"And what are you gonna do about it?"
I tried moving my legs, but they were still shaky. I had to watch, with bated breath, as Grayson wrote a spell. The parchment burnt up and curled into glittering blue sparkles as he did it. The sparkles wove through the air before they disappeared. And all I could do was shoot eye darts Grayson's way and hope they pierced his jugular.
