Page 91 of Dancing with Vipers and Shadows

“I’m okay,” he assures me. “I need to walk this off, or I’ll enter the classroom with everyone knowing my business.”

“That wouldn’t fit your jock aesthetic,” I gasp in horror before something clicks. “Wait a minute. You’re in my class?”

“Mhmm,” he reveals. “Your schedule is pretty identical to Blair’s, isn’t it?”

“It is.”

“Then we’re in the same shit.”

“But you’ve been here for a while.”

“I told you, Sweet Cruella.” He lightly tugs on my bottom lip and gives me a consuming kiss that makes me almost forget my name. “I was waiting for you.”

Damn…

“I’m not going to be able to concentrate in class if you are all romantic like this,” I complain, knowing well my cheeks are blazing red.

My admission, matched with my shyness, makes him smile before he hugs me again.

“Let me go first. Go straight to class, though.”

“Alright,” I assure him and hug him back. “Do you think today is going to be crazy?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” he admits with a sigh. “First week usually slays through half the student body.” When he pulls back, he sees my complete dread. “You’ll survive, though.” He winks. “If my jock ass can still be here, you can make it.”

“I’m not reassured at all,” I mutter. “Especially when you’re a smartass.”

“I love when you praise me.” He kisses the top of my head. “Now I have to go before I give up on the idea of classes and drag you home,” he concludes. “See you shortly, Sweet Cruella.”

“Bye, Silly Dalmatian.”

He smiles fully at that, making him look far too handsome for his own good. Now, his eyes are back to their blue-green oasis.

Watching him leave, I try to take a few breaths to calm myself down before fixing my attire.

It’s a bit chilly today, which is why I decided to wear a black turtleneck, black skirt, and white knee-highs borrowed from Blair because I couldn’t find my black ones.With simple black running shoes and my hair left down, my look was simple but not something I’d normally wear.

Especially this skirt.

Glancing at the end of the alleyway, I can’t help but squeeze my eyes because my vision is a bit blurry.

“Weird.” My eyes always give me issues during the morning hours. It’s as if they just can’t adjust well during the day but are giving me 20/20 vision at night. “Guess I’ll wear my glasses.”

It’s not something I’d like to wear on the first day of school, but I’ve never gotten the chance to invest in contacts.

Plus, with how strong my magic is, contacts won’t last very long before they’re obliterated by my spiked essence when conducting a last-second spell.

Summoning my black thick-framed glasses is a breeze. Sliding them on, I end up taking the hair tie on my wrist and gathering my hair to put it up in a messy bun.

I’m not here to look like a stunning doll, especially when there’s no one to impress.

Heck, I have a boyfriend who’s willing to put everything on the line to finger fuck me in the alleyway before school starts.

I’m glad this is outside and not somewhere in the halls where the aroma of our dirty deeds would surely linger until someone figured out what had been done.

“Don’t make Asher jelly,” I conclude to myself as I give myself a motivational nod. “I’m fucking that up by noon.” I just know within my bones that someone will probably try to mess with him if I’m in the mix.

Stepping out from the alleyway only knocks me right into someone else.

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