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Chapter 33 - Caught Under The Table

"It was Charter. He had Noona backed against the wall, over by Bondage 101. I was walking around the corner, heading to class, and they were there. His left hand was covering her mouth, and his right hand was up her uniform skirt and moving like he was fingering her! She was moaning, and I could see her cheeks were flushed. Noona even tried pushing him away, but then he pressed his body harder against her before sticking his right hand up her shirt and grabbing her boob! I watched her shake her head, and tears started pouring down her face. I yelled at him to stop, but he just laughed before finally letting her go! Right then, Dollen came around the corner, and she went crying into his arms. Charter acted like nothing happened and walked away."

Ory gasped, covering his mouth while Sicah and I shook our heads.

"What's fingering?" Marcus asked in a whisper, making all three of us look at him.

"I'll explain later," Sicah whispered back before we continued to listen.

"That's ridiculous! I never touched the bitch!"

I assumed that statement came from the one called Charter and looked at Sicah, "Do you think it's true?"

Sicah nodded, "No doubt. 1A is known for breaking the rules against other students' partners. It lowers their power a bit when molested like that. 1A does it all the time, especially when competitions are coming. The assholes always get away with it because Devyn is the student body president. It's nothing new," he finished shrugging and looking back out the opening toward the crowds.

"There you have it, Kayton. Charter says he never touched her. Just because you have one of your own as this so-called witness doesn't mean anything. You can leave now."

"No! I demand provocation! He molested my partner. I know my rights!"

The voice that yelled was new, and I figured it to be Dollen.

Both crowds of students suddenly went silent. I glanced at Sicah, who looked at Ory with raised silvery eyebrows before looking at me, "A challenge!" he whispered loudly and smiled wickedly.

Marcus squeaked next to me, "Uh oh."

The demons started laughing from the A1 side before Devyn spoke, "Impossible. We have a Master testing tournament in less than thirty days. Even Kayton knows that, Dollen. Besides, you're getting worked over something so small. Surprisingly, you matched with Noona, to begin with."

Whispering among both crowds began, and Kayton spoke, "Fine. I will take this to Lucious myself and see that Dollen has his chance at challenging Charter during the testing tournament. Since you are pretending that playing by the rules has always been your thing, we will follow suit. Let's go, everyone. I'm afraid the stench here is starting to ruin my uniform."

Comments such as "Good luck, get lost" were being shouted as we watched the crowds disperse, and those from 2C returned the way they came.

"Damn, I was hoping to see some action," Ory whispered, looking disappointed.

"Devyn is right, unfortunately. With the Master testing tournament coming, no challenges, displays of aggression, or fights are allowed during the thirty days before the actual tournament," Sicah said, dropping the tablecloth back in place.

I nodded, realizing there was so much more to this who school thing than I could have imagined.

Just thinking about it reminded me I needed to keep my ring on.

"Shit!" My suddenly outburst of swearing made us all jump. The ring was gone. I had put it in my jacket pocket, and now it was empty.

Just then, the tablecloth was ripped from around us, and standing in front of the table were students of 1A, with Devyn in the middle glaring at us.

"Looks like we have more visitors. Guess the stench Kayton spoke of was hiding here all along," he said sarcastically.

"Yo Devyn, what's up? We, uh, were just passing by and heard there was going to be a fight, so, uh, we didn't want to interfere and figured we'd hang here until the dust had settled. Want a taco?"

Ory's bravado was impressive, and I couldn't help my inner laughter at him pulling a taco from his hoodie and offering it up to the 1A Master staring at us.

Devyn ignored him and turned to Marcus, "Oh, you came to visit too. Good, there's plenty to drink, Marcus. How about you and your friends show us 1A classmates how it's done?"

Marcus yelled, turning to crawl away just as two students reached down and grabbed his feet, dragging him out from under the table.

It happened so fast that before I realized that all of us were standing, being held by other students. Fighting our way out flashed through my mind, but I didn't want to end up dead in Hell.

"Ha ha, Devyn, very funny. Let us go now, and we'll leave you guys to your party. There's no reason to get hostile," Sicah said, struggling against the grasp of two larger students on each side of him.

"Oh, I don't think you understand. I'm NOT joking. Fellas, help them to one of the tables. Charter, grab that special drink I've been saving for our guests. The real party is about to begin," Devyn responded, looking over at Marcus.

"Emm emm, you know I can't drink alcohol, Devyn!"

I wasn't shocked that Marcus couldn't drink, and the stark white sickness that came over his face made matters worse.

They dragged us over to a small table and forced us to sit in the chairs, holding us down by our shoulders.

"Now, since Marcus knows how much of a gentleman I am, I'll let him pick which one of you three goes first," the demon said, smirking and looking over us like a vulture does its roadkill.

"I'll go first. I happen to like drinking," Sicah said cooly, trying not to look phased by the situation we were in.

Marcuse shook his head, "No, Sicah! You don't realize what he's going to make us drink!"

I wasn't sure what Marcus was worried about until I saw the silvery gray of Sicah's skin color drain from his face. One of the students, I think it was Charter, was smiling as he set a bottle in front of him. The bottle held fire, or what resembled it.

"Goldenfire, a drink for those with exquisite taste and balls of pure steel," the student chuckled, standing next to Devyn.

Sicah shook his head, "No, this shit is illegal on campus, Devyn. I'm not about to get kicked out for drinking it."

He tried standing but was pushed back down by the bigger demons standing over him.

"Tsk tsk, poor manners declining a drink from your senior. Alright, then, I guess Marcus will drink it for you."

Marcus suddenly squirmed, shaking his head and whimpering, "No," but the students around us just laughed. Even the female demons serving as wait staff stopped to watch.

"You sneak in here and then reject my generosity? Come now. I thought we were friends, Marcus?"

Devyn's statement was a silent threat as he scooted the liquor bottle before Marcus. I wasn't sure at that point if I could do anything, but I wasn't about to let some young prick get the better of us.

"I'll drink it. It can't be worse than the stuff we have back home," my mouth said before my brain screamed, "DON'T DO IT!"

The demon Devyn's eyes narrowed and locked with mine before he suddenly started laughing, "Oooh, we have a brave one. Okay, then you can take the pussy bunch's place. See, boys, your buddy here isn't afraid to play games with us."