Mass release: 9/17
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🎧 Rude Boy by Rihanna
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I went for black leather high-waist pants, a crimson red leather corset top, a cropped black leather jacket, ankle high lace up platform black boots, cherry red crocodile leather belt, all with a crow crest pin made of gold. Styling my long hair with the top in twin root braids and middle to bottom loose, I put on golden small crow earrings, some thin gold rings in my fingers, the digital watch on my right wrist, and I sprayed a cherry, vanilla, cardamom, and sandalwood parfum on me.
For make up, not to look all bare, I did a smudged black eyeliner, a perfect feline red eyeliner over it, some mascara, and I put a dark red cherry-flavored lipstick on, a matte one that will last no matter what. That's what's written in it, at least, it could just be a merchant strategy. Lastly, I grabbed the thin gold sunglass, in case of having to be out in daylight, then I took the two tablets with their pens and left my room.
"The Academy has a magical environment around it that makes so it's always nighttime, as almost all of us are night-breeds, so, you won't need that," Cat exclaimed with a smile on, pointing to the sunglass.
I instantly put it away, "Finally some good news. Please, tell me we will go by teleportation, the stairs traumatized me."
She snapped her fingers and a portal opened up behind her, "No need to be dramatic, darling. Besides, you will have to do it by the stairs on your own after this one time I'll be taking you. So, enjoy."
I winked to her as a silent thanks, and with a smug on, I crossed the portal, but I nearly felt to my knees when he popped out of whatever hell he came from, right in front of me, which got a loud gasp out of me. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I growled, startled, heart racing.
"Right now? You," he glared down at me, but then his fog silvery eyes ran down my body, taking my healthy shape all in, and he did it in a way that felt so obscene, that I felt my blood rush to my cheeks. "You look," he left it in the air for an agonizing second, and a part of me wanted to hear a compliment, something like beautiful, "like an overgrown little girl."
What did I expected from him? "Excuse me?" I hissed.
"You may have dealt with the thickness matter, but you're still…" he tilted his head, his sexy dark hair following the movement, and his eyes ran up and down my body again, making me feel more embarrassed than anything, "pocket sized for a fae who's supposed to be 22 years old."
He did not just called me that. "Pocket sized is your,"
"Language, darling," Cat gasped before I could finish it.
I clenched my jaw, "This is me minding my language."
"You are doing a horrible job, as expected," he mocked me.
"You know what? Fuck you," I snapped, pushing him out of my way with all my force, which actually did work and I pushed him away. But it left the feel of his hard sculpted chest in my hands, and I think I will be haunted by it for quite some time. I had no idea where I was going, but I kept waking straightforwardly, hoping I was in the right way, and,
"Your class is on the other side of the hallway," he mocked.
I had to swallow my pride to force my body to turn around, knowing he would have a shit-eating grin on his lips when I turned around. But to my surprise, when I turned, he was nowhere to be found, which I was not expecting to happen. "That fucking,"
"Language," she cried.
"He called me pocket-sized, Cat," I growled, frustrated.
"He is probably the tallest in WIA, so, compared to him, you are a very short fae, Davina. I'm not agreeing with him, I'm just saying that in his perspective, you are very small, not overall to us, but to him, compared to his height, you are very… short," she tried reasoning.
That only made me more flushed, "Don't reason his words, Cat."
"I am not, I'm just trying to make you see it… less offensively."
"It won't change the fact that he said it offensively," I groaned.
"Yes, but that's expected of him," she chuckled. "He is rude."
"No, I am rude, he is extremely worse than that," I snapped. "But better than the spawns of the usurpers," I added under my breath to myself, sighing frustrated. "At least he didn't kill the Imperials and my family."
She handed me a bottle out of nowhere and my wand, "You left the wand in your bed, and this is a passionfruit with pomegranate and northern lime smoothie, it will help you out and give you some extra vitamins. But don't drunk it all at once or it might give you an stomachache, okay?"
I feel like she's babying me, and you know what? It feels great. So, I nodded, smiling softly, "Thank you, Cat."
"Come on, let me take you to your first class," she winked at me.
"Advanced Old Imperial History VI," I chanted the name of it.
"I have a feeling you will do well in this one," she cheered me, and as the bell rang, she knocked on the door, and soon a tall female with wide golden and white fairy wings, all dressed in hot pink, came to us, her hair short and blonde, her eyes baby pink.
"Mrs. Catalina," she bowed softly to Cat, which surprised me a bit, "good morning. Headmaster Dove told me you would come by with the new student who destroyed the coliseum and…" her pink eyes turned to me and she measured me, eying me from head to toe, "she looks more alive, and a lot healthier, that must have been your doing."
"Of course," Cat chanted. "She recovered well and she's now ready to attend class, all of them. I've went over the basics with her, but not that deep and not that much, so, she may have some doubts. But overall, I think she won't cause trouble, at least not in your class."
"Then I'll trust your judgement, ma'am, I'll take her from now."
Cat nodded and pushed me softly inside the classroom, "Be civil, darling, present yourself, and try to behave. I'm counting on you."
No pressure. "I'll do my best," it was all I said.
"She has a free pass to have snacks on class, she needs it."
"Yes, ma'am," the professor nodded respectfully, and after winking at me one last time, Cat snapped her fingers and vanished, leaving me in the spotlight of 55 people with the teacher. She closed the door and turned to me, "I am Marina Del Valle, the master of Advanced Old Imperial History in WIA," she presented herself to me. "Your turn."
"Davina Ivor-Witchelm, 22 years old, and uh… a student?!"
"Witchelm? As in Lucian Witchelm?" She asked. That was mom's favorite Knight, who was indeed married to her favorite main in waiting, mates who did have a daughter my age, Davina, who was a friend. Not a lie. I simply followed dad's teachings' and lied by basing it all in the truth.
"My parents were Lucian Witchelm and Isolde Ivor-Witchelm."
She seemed apologetic, "I taught him more than 70 years ago, him and your mother, though she was my student 55 years ago, both of noble birth, they worked directly under the… late Empress, and they were both grade A students. It's an honor to be able to teach their daughter, even after all that went on. I heard they had a daughter around the age of the Crowned Princess, but I never met her."
"Now you have," I mumbled, uncomfortable.
"I just want you to know that I'm glad you are alive."
"I am not," I muttered under my breath. "Anything else, ma'am?"
Now, she looks uncomfortable. "You can seat in one of the empty seats, this is one of the only classes all the kids in your grade attend, so our class is always packed. You will get used to it. They settled you to be in pair with Rose, but as our classes are not in duos, you won't need that now. Welcome to Wintergrave Imperial Academy, officially."
"Thanks, ma'am," it was all I said before I turned to face the class, finding more than just a handful furious glares at me, probably all nobles and royals, Thalassa included.
My eyes met Rose's, who smiled at me, and seeing how she was sandwiched in the front roll with other two students, I smiled at her and looked beyond, finding a seat in the back of the class, where there were eight empty seats four at the penultimate roll and four in the back of those, in the corner of the last roll. But before I could even move to go there, he became tangible again, popping out of the shadows of the back and sitting down in the exact seat I was going for. And everyone gasped when they saw him there.
"What are you," the teacher began to hiss.
"I'll be keeping a close eye on the devious little thing," he snapped.
"Not in my classroom, Shadow Executioner," she hissed.
"Headmaster Dove and Cat already know about it," I told her, but I didn't even spare her a look, as I crossed the classroom and sat at the back, on the seat next to him, which seemed to surprise not only everyone else but him too. "Tail me all you want, bastard, I won't tell you a needle, my mouth is a grave, no matter many tantrums you throw about it."
"I can be persuasive, pocket-sized little thing," he purred.
And the mocking gasps I heard when he called me that, made my blood fucking boil, "Not by calling me that," I said. "Sorry for the unwanted interruption of your class, ma'am, you can ignore him and go on."
"Thank you, Davina," she exclaimed, turned to the projector, and then she began a monologue about Silas Witherbury conquer.
But I heard nothing. Not because my mind shut down, but because the bastard putout sound barrier over us both, blocking the sound from both coming in, and coming out. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I hissed through clenched teeth.
"Her voice is annoying," he scowled. "Yours ain't."
"What? You don't find my voice childish?" I snapped, bitterly.
"The only childish thing about you, is your height," he scoffed.
Clenching my jaw, I glared at him, "That's racist."
"No, it ain't," he mocked.
"The second you're criticizing something on another race, it is."
After a long second in which he stared deep into my freaking soul, his eyes darkened and he asked me, "How do you know I'm not a far?"
Jackpot! "I didn't, I threw a bait, you ate it, now I know."
His jaw dropped for a second, then anger burned in his eyes, "Stop playing with me, unreasonable little thing."
I know I shouldn't, but I couldn't hold myself. "Or what?"
"You won't handle it if I start to play with you back. I'm not like those stupid fae boys in here. When I play, I play to win, and I always win. And if I win, I'll ruin you on my way in," his voice became deeper, huskier.
What… what is he saying? Why is my skin burning? "Are you sure we are talking about the same kind of game?"
It took his a minute, but when he understood the meaning behind my words, he physically winced, "What is wrong with you? Ew, faes are not my type. Are you on puberty or something? What's wrong with your hormones? That's disgusting."
If he had kicked me in the jaw, it would have stung less than this.