I moaned, feeling sluggish and my head pounded like a drum. Ugh, what time did I go to bed yesterday? Or was it this morning? Ah, my head hurts.
I snuggled closer to Logan's chest, taking a slow breath and sighing at the smell that reminded me of Irish soap. Wait. Logan doesn't smell like fresh forest and citrus? Neither does Nixon...who is this?
I opened my eyes, having to squint to try and see who held me in their arms. I only saw muscled chest which wasn't helping any, so I lifted my head up slightly and was surprised to see Braxton's sleeping face. Braxton?
I tried to move out of his hold but his arms tightened around me. I felt my cheeks grow red, but I relaxed, deciding it would be hopeless to escape his hold without waking him up. He looked so peaceful and I hated the idea of ruining such a rare sight, which was unfortunately hard for me to see with my blurry vision. I'd totally need to wear my glasses today for class.
I wanted to check the time, but seeing as my alarm hadn't gone off, I figured it was still early. I didn't know why I was so comfortable being in Braxton's arms but my eyelids began to close and I continued to enjoy his gentle scent while listening to his calm heart rate. It wasn't long before I fell back asleep.
"Brother, I have a group of friends," I announced, watching him begin his slow walk down the hall towards me.
"Do you?" he asked, without stopping. I nodded, looking at my hands. I realized I was in my present form and age in this dream. I returned my gaze back to Gabriel who continued his approach.
"Yes. They're all different and unique. I think if I last these three years here, they'll be dear friends by then," I explained.
"Just friends?" he asked as he reached me, stopping again and turning slightly to look into my eyes. My cheeks flushed at his two words and I lowered my gaze to the floor, unsure how to answer.
"Maybe...I think. Can I love them all?" I wondered. His smile widened as he took a step forward, followed by another until he was at the balcony ledge. He turned to press his back against the stone ledge and gave me a wide smile.
"Jewel, your heart is big enough to love them all. They will help you end the cycle," he whispered; then his body fell back.
"Jewel, wake up."
"Hmm?" I opened my eyes to see Braxton hovering over me, looking troubled. He moved a piece of hair out of my face and gently rubbed my cheek.
"You were stirring in your sleep,” he confessed.
I stared at him with lazy eyes that slowly began to close, wanting to fall back asleep. "Oh."
He sighed, pulling up the blanket to cover me. I opened my eyes again and focused on his bare chest. "Why are you naked?" I mumbled.
"I'm wearing underwear, Precious Jewel. I do like to sleep in the nude, but your drunk self snuck into this bed and luckily I was still decent,” he replied.
"Drunk? Hmm." I mumbled, closing my eyes and pulling the covers to my side. Braxton chuckled and I felt something soft press against my forehead. I didn't know if it was a kiss, but it felt like one which made me rather happy. I hadn't even explained to the others that Logan had given his blessing if I wanted to try dating them, but I felt Nixon and Braxton were good starters as I'd gotten to learn a little more about both of them.
It was still too early to start anything, but my instincts told me it would work out in the end. The small little gestures and moments like these were thrilling. I opened one of my eyes and saw Braxton was now sitting in bed with a pair of glasses on as he read something I couldn't really make out.
"You wear glasses?" I asked, licking my lips as I stared at his transformation from sexy model to sexy spell teacher model. He looked even hotter in glasses, if that was possible.
He looked down at me and smiled. "Yes. Only when I'm super tired like now. I usually wear contacts but we still have a few hours before class. No point in getting up yet,” he explained.
"So we didn't have sex or anything?" I asked.
He grinned. "If we did, you'd still be sore after having my length in you." He winked and I pouted.
"No I wouldn’t..." I mumbled.
"Are you still a virgin?" Braxton inquired.
"Yes," I replied.
"Then it would hurt and I don't want to make you cry. Also, don’t forget, I'm third in line," he reminded.
I smirked. "My memory fails me."
"Could be a good reason to in this case, but I'll follow the man rules. I don't want to deal with a pissed off Logan and I don't even know what Nixon would look like mad," Braxton mumbled. I glanced at the book he was reading, curious at what he was studying.
"What are you reading?"
"Spell book on manipulating things and people,” he replied.
"Like mind control?"
"More like how you shift from a female to male. This book gives an estimate of how long an individual can remain in the shape of say a fish or a bunny and the toll it has on the body. It also teaches how other people can give energy to help the person who manipulates it so they can stay in the form even longer," Braxton explained.
"Like what Nixon did?" I asked.
Braxton turned his head to look at me. "When?"
"During the exam. I was struggling during the last few seconds and I noticed Nixon was giving me energy through these strings," I recalled, snuggling into the blanket that wasn't doing much good in keeping me warm. Braxton eyed the blanket before inserting his bookmark to save his place. Then he held out his right hand in an inviting gesture.
"You can rest against my chest if you want," he offered and I smiled appreciatively. Logan said I could try other guys if it makes me happy. I guess if we're not intimate, it’s okay.
I moved to rest right next to him, laying my head on his bare chest. He lowered his arm, wrapping it around me as if to secure me in his side embrace while his other hand held his book. My body instantly felt warmer and I sighed quietly.
Braxton chuckled softly, the gentle vibration emitting from his chest made me look upward to see his softened expression as he smiled down at me.
"Better?” he inquired.
"Yes, thank you," I replied.
He nodded, returning to our previous topic. "Yes, if Nixon did something like what you explained, he must have used Energy Exchange magic," Braxton concluded.
"Why are you reading that?" I questioned. He blinked before his cheeks began to grow red. He focused on the book in his hand, opening it back up to where his bookmark rested between the cream colored pages.
"No reason,” he mumbled and I grinned, resting my head back on his chest. We both remained quiet for a few minutes, Braxton returning to his book while I looked at the different magic circles on the off-white pages. My eyes were too tired to concentrate on the text, but the magic circles were easy for me to read and understand how to create them.
Maybe I understood them because of my extensive knowledge of magic and spell casting that I had obtained during my youth thanks to the large number of books in my parents’ study. I was dozing off when I had a thought.
"Where are Nixon and Logan?" I asked.
"They're asleep in the bunk bed,” Braxton replied quietly.
"Ah. Nixon's sleeping in my bed?” I asked, realizing we were clearly resting in Nixon's since Logan and I shared the bunk bed, even though we normally both slept in the top bunk.
"Nope."
I opened one eye, looking up to give him an inquisitive look. "Nope?"
"They're in the bottom bunk,” he answered with a grin.
"They? As in Nixon and Logan are in the same bed? Please don't tell me Nixon's cuddling Logan," I sighed, taking a moment to imagine them in the same bed: Nixon's long red locks messily spread across his back with a few strands resting on his chest while his arms were around Logan who normally slept on his back with an arm resting above his head.
"Definitely cuddling. Alice is on Logan's chest," Braxton revealed.
"Interesting..." I replied, attempting to raise my head to take a peak but yawned instead and decided to rest my head back down. Braxton's hand went through my hair, calming me to the point I almost forgot what I wanted to do.
"Don't worry. I took pictures from every angle,” he reassured me.
"Insurance?" I asked.
"Nah. I just want to tease Logan," Braxton confessed, sounding amused.
"Everyone loves to tease Logan," I pointed out, closing my eyes.
"It's fun because he gets frustrated so easily," Braxton replied. "But he's a good person."
"How do you know?" I inquired.
"My gut tells me so. He also loves you dearly," Braxton pointed out.
"Hmm. You’re not the first to remind me," I mumbled with a smile. "Do you think he and Nixon will get along one day?"
"It may look like Logan and Nixon hate one another, but to me, I can tell it’s rather the opposite. They respect each other, even though Nixon antagonizes him and Logan makes a fuss over it."
"I don't get how you see any of that." I just didn’t picture their relationship like that. Braxton's hand brushed against my cheek, prompting me to open my heavy eyelids and glace up to meet his gaze.
"Trust me. It's male intuition,” he declared confidently.
I rolled my eyes. "Male intuition my ass." I saw no difference with Nixon and Logan's interactions when I was Jinn. Braxton laughed softly and closed his book, placing it on the nightstand. Then he removed his glasses and set them on top of the book.
"Let's go back to sleep. We have a few more hours before we need to be up," Braxton encouraged.
"Is it okay if I sleep in your arms like this?" I asked nervously, worried it might be inappropriate. I didn't want to offend Logan. Even though he said I could potentially date the others, I didn't want to look like I was making advances to Braxton and the other guys and neglecting him.
I was only in my lingerie and an extremely thin shirt, which was the reason why I felt so cold, but I didn't want to pull away from Braxton's warmth.
"Logan said it’s fine as long as we don't touch you in a sexual way. Or he'll kick our asses and make sure we wished we were never born," Braxton revealed.
"Well then. That's an intense punishment," I commented.
"I agree with you, but if I had a woman like you as a partner, I'd say the exact same thing. After beating the shit out of the person, burning them to ash, and throwing their remains in the ocean at the edge of Brighten,” he concluded.
I blinked and then gawked at his sweet smile. "Now that's just cruel."
"Nah, Precious. When I have my eyes on something I like, I protect it from any harm and will make anyone pay if they dare look at what's mine the wrong way,” he whispered; his low voice sent thrills of excitement down my body and my heart skipped a beat at his words.
"Even though you just met me?" I questioned.
"A person can meet someone once and feel like they've known each other for years. One interaction can be enough to set off a chain of interactions that can lead to friendship or even love. Just because I only recently met you, doesn't mean I can't show you kindness."
"You wouldn't let some random girl or guy lay their head on your bare chest," I pointed out.
His grin widened and his eyes twinkled with mischief. "You're right, I wouldn't. I guess you’re the exception, Jewel."
I blushed, looking away and lowering my head. "You're still a tease."
"And you're beautiful with and without clothes,” he complimented, making my face grow hot at the reminder that he had seen me naked. I slapped his chest and he flinched.
"Ow. You're not supposed to inflict damage on fragile items,” he complained.
"You're nowhere near fragile with that cock of yours," I teased and grinned when he stayed silent. I took a quick peek and saw that his face was completely red.
"Jeez, leave him alone."
"Him, as in your cock has a name? Please don't tell me you named your cock," I snickered. His face grew even more red and my jaw went slack. "Your cock has a name? What is it?" I inquired, dying to know. "Please don't tell me it’s Jimmy or something. That's like the perfect vibrator name."
Braxton coughed at my words and shook his head. "I feel in some areas you're as innocent as ever and other areas, you're too knowledgeable."
"I'll take that as a compliment, but fess up," I pressed. "What about Alexa?"
"I would not give my cock a female's name or name it after that stupid device that's some new trend. We have magic to open doors and give us a glimpse of the weather. Don't need to ask a computer,” he grumbled.
"You're avoiding the question."
"..."
"Pretty please?"
"..."
"I won't tell a soul," I reassured him.
"Haneul,” he spoke quietly. The Korean name sounded lovely in his native tongue.
"Heavenly?" I translated, grinning at the word. I guess his cock brought heavenly experiences to any brave soul that tried to take all of him.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "You know Korean?"
"I'm half Korean. I look more like my father, but my complexion is like my mother’s, that's why I'm paler. I look more ‘white' than ‘Asian’ as most of my old friends would say," I explained.
"Intriguing." He seemed impressed. A small grin formed on his lips. "Guess I'll speak in Korean when we're intimate one day." He winked. I became flustered at his words.
"I....who said we'd be intimate?" I huffed, lifting my hand to slap his chest again but he caught my wrist and stopped me. "Ah. Don't damage the fragile goods, Precious,” he whined.
"Did Logan tell you he calls me that?" I asked.
"Yes, and I like it. Goes well with your name, Jewel. Doesn't match Jinn though. I think sexy is better,” he admitted, nodding to himself. I grinned, losing my resolve to slap him.
"Braxton. Can I call you Brax for short?" I asked.
"Sure,” he replied with a teeth showing smile. The shortening of his name seemed to brighten his mood. "Now, can we sleep?" he asked before yawning. Watching him made me yawn too and I rubbed my right eye.
"Sure. As long as you tell me when we wake up what we did when we got drunk," I proposed.
"I'll show you. I took a video." He chuckled.
I groaned. "From your laugh, I feel it was a mistake to get drunk in your presence. Note to self, Braxton will gather evidence on people and Nixon will poison you with magic without your knowledge," I told myself.
"It wasn't that bad and at least Nixon uses his magic for good things,” he praised.
"And you use your unique videotaping camera skills for blackmail," I countered. He ruffled his hair and yawned again before reaching over to the nightstand to turn off the lamp. Then he got comfortable in the sheets, moving the blanket so it covered him but still gave me a good two-thirds of the material to wrap around myself.
"Blackmail is such a strong word. Negotiation sounds better and evidence is always useful when you think about it. If it weren’t for the fact my parents wanted us to be mage warriors, I'd do photography,” he commented.
"Photography...hmm. Can you take pictures of me and Alice one day?" I asked.
"Anything you want. As long as I get a picture with you too," he suggested.
"Deal."
I yawned again, finally getting comfortable while snuggling into Braxton's embrace. His soft Irish soap scent was comforting and the slow rise and fall of his chest was just what I needed to fall back asleep.
"Casting Magic for Advanced Mages. So Nixon and Logan," I announced, staring at the two. I rolled my eyes at their scrunched faces; Logan was sporting a bruise on his cheek and Nixon a scratch on his.
"Would you two get over it and at least heal your man wounds before we get on the school property?" I insisted, crossing my arms.
"Hoot." Alice fluttered her wings while resting on my shoulder. "Man wounds? More like their pride hahaha."
The weekend had been filled with lots of partying, getting to know one another and drinking competitions. Braxton and Maximus had stayed out of the game, wanting to ensure we woke up in time for our first class. Of course, Nixon, Logan, and I had a drinking war which was unusual for Logan because he always scolded me for drinking too much. But this time his competition was Nixon and he declared he wouldn't lose.
We all were wasted by the 15th shot and Brax said he had to carry all of us with the help of Maximus back to our rooms. At least I was in my female form so carrying me back was a piece of cake and Brax took on the adventure of cuddling with me.
Braxton and I woke up in the morning to Logan kicking Nixon off the bed. Then they got into a manly brawl which Brax had to break apart, which led to them being drenched in ice cold water, which was Braxton’s chosen method.
I thought it was absolutely hilarious but I had to be sympathetic in some manner. I raised my hand, snapping my finger to cast a quick healing spell. Nixon and Logan both flinched at the warm magic that appeared on their face, healing the bruise and scratch lingering there.
"I only did that so you two would put your grown-up pants on and stop acting like two little boys who got caught in the closet."
"He's the one who snuck in my bed," Logan whined.
"Not my fault. I thought it was Jinn's bed," Nixon argued.
"Even if it WAS Jinn's bed, I get to sleep with him, not you."
"That sounds so wrong, but technically speaking at school, Jinn and I are a couple." Nixon winked.
"When the fuck were you two announced as a couple?" Logan questioned.
"When I kissed him at the party, now are you two done?" I huffed, having no tolerance for their bickering at eleven in the morning. I was never a morning person and eleven was STILL far too early for my liking. I enjoyed the night owl life.
"Hoot," Alice replied. "Damn straight. Not to mention it's quiet and you can watch those naughty shows of yours." I turned around to hide my embarrassment.
You're not supposed to say anything to ANYONE about my porn, alright?! Or I'm showing Mom where your hentai collection is.
"HOOT?!" Alice fluttered off my shoulder to land on my head and began poking it. "DON'T YOU DARE! I'll reveal all your secrets!"
"What kind of familiar are you?! Ugh! Okay! Stop poking me. It's too early for this shit," I grumbled sternly.
I turned back to Logan and Nixon who still looked to be in shitty moods but at least their faces had returned to perfection so people wouldn't ask why they looked scratched up.
"Wait, you kissed Nixon?" Logan asked me, raising an eyebrow. My gold eyes met his as I ruffled my short tresses. I'd removed the purple highlights from last night and left the red ones.
"Yes," I replied and began walking down the street towards the main road. I heard them follow a few steps behind and slid my hands into my pockets. As much as I wanted to think about the moment my lips met Nixon's, I set the memory aside, not wanting to walk around campus with a boner. Totally inappropriate but might make me an internet sensation with all the media attention this school gets.
I was wearing the school uniform, black dress pants, white t-shirt and my red blazer. They were delivered to us about an hour ago, ironed and all. I guess when you lived on Spellbound Road, everything was aimed to be perfect.
I slowed my pace so Logan and Nixon could catch up. Nixon passed me and continued a few steps ahead; Alice left my shoulder to land on his, leaving Logan and I to walk side by side.
I may have been blind to males making advances on me, but I knew Nixon was purposely walking faster to give me and Logan a moment alone. Brownie points for Nixon.
"Why did you two kiss? Or was it just an in the moment kind of thing?" Logan asked, his voice low. He didn't sound upset. I turned my gaze to look at him.
The gold blazer he wore had black trimming, unlike mine that was red with gold trimming. I looked back to Nixon whose blazer was red like mine but with black trimming. All three of our blazers had the BRIGHTEN MAGIC ACADEMY crest on the back.
The symbol was a magic circle with a sun in the middle, and a half moon shape on the top left side. The main circle was a light blue and the same symbol in different colors overlapped the bottom half. The four remaining colors were gold, red, purple, and green. Our school name was written along the top half of the circle in a gold that shifted between bright gold and a dark brown.
I realized I hadn't answered Logan's question so I turned my attention back to him. "Some dudes were trying to bully him, saying he was gay. They asked where his boyfriend was and I stepped up to bail him out," I gave a shortened account.
"Hmm. So you had to kiss him?" He turned to look at me as we both came to a stop.
"Yes. To prove a point," I concluded.
"Did you like it?" Logan questioned.
I took a minute to answer, having to consider whether I truly enjoyed it. "Yes," I replied confidently even though inside I was trying not to freak out.
I still didn't understand why, but as a male, I felt I had to maintain a calm, cool persona, even though that was the total opposite of how I felt in the moment.
Logan nodded and I feared he was upset and trying to not show it. We began walking again and I ruffled my hair.
Shit. Maybe he is mad. He didn't say anything else. Maybe he's worried I'm gonna start liking men. Well...actually, I do like men, cause I'm a girl. But right now I'm a guy. So does he want me liking girls? Hmm...that doesn't sound too bad right now actually...but wait. Does that mean I'm bisexual? I don't think so. This is really complicated. Maybe I should ask Brax, but that might sound weird coming from Jinn instead of Jewel. Why am I referring to myself in the third person? Fuck, what is he-
Logan's hand slipped into mine, giving it a tight squeeze. I quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching our interaction before I looked back at him.
"I'm not mad. I'm happy you're experiencing new things. Stop overthinking it,” he reassured me, squeezing my hand one more time before letting go.
He put his hands into the pockets of his blazer and began walking faster to catch up to Nixon, leaving me to stare at his back.
"He's gonna make me go crazy," I whispered under my breath before groaning.
Today is gonna be a long day.
"Why is Katherina here? I thought this was an all-BOY school," Logan grumbled as we walked into the classroom. I passed him my book and went to grab us the required sheets from Ms. Landsford's desk, while he and Nixon went to find seats. Seeing Katherina threw me off and made me want to cringe.
"Please heavens. Give me the divine patience to survive this interaction," I quietly prayed, being the last in line to grab the papers.
"She's looking at you," Alice's voice hummed in my mind and I sighed, keeping my eyes on the eight sheets, taking three at once.
I got impatient with how long it was taking and snapped my fingers. The remaining forms I needed flew into the air and stacked themselves neatly into three sets while the ones I'd already picked up flew out of my grasp to join the others in their proper order.
"In all my years of teaching, you’re the first to actually use magic to your advantage to speed up this agonizingly slow process," Ms. Landsford declared. I glanced over and saw her smiling widely as she approached me.
Her purple hair was a calming shade of lavender and was styled in loose curls that bounced with her movements. She had her witch hat on, a dark purple one and wore a black dress to add to her mage look.
I had to admit, she still looked amazing and beautiful for her age with not even a wrinkle on her face. My mom was still beautiful and youthful, but after years of wearing pajamas and loose clothing, I rarely got to see her at her best like she had been when she taught here.
"It is rather annoying. Easier to use magic to lessen the tedious task," I replied, bowing my head in greeting. The stapler floated off her desk and stapled each bundle before the three stacks slowly lowering into my hand and the stapler returned to its spot.
"I’m pleased to have you in my class Jinn Starfire,” she greeted.
"It's an honor to be here at Brighten Magic Academy, Ms. Landsford, especially with you as a professor," I praised. I knew we were merely acting, but I was excited to be taught by her. Mother had talked highly of Ms. Landsford over the years and Gabriel had praised her teaching methods over the other professors.
She would be our professor for Casting magic, Physical Studies, and Superior Studies which lifted a worry off my shoulders. With the amount of magic I already used due to the spell, other curious professors may question why my magic affinity was constantly flowing, instead of taking a break as would be the case if an individual’s magic was not being used.
I would have to thank the headmaster whenever I met her for changing Ms. Landsford usual teaching schedule for my sake.
"What is he doing here?"
I slowly turned to Katherina who had her arms crossed and was glaring daggers at me. She was wearing a different uniform, one that was pink with black trimming. Her blazer was pink with silver trimming, which made me curious what rank she was classified as, but I personally couldn’t care less. I'd actually forgot about her presence in my discussion with Ms. Landsford which made me wonder why was she here again?
Even though she wore her white dress shirt, blazer, kilted skirt and black dress shoes, her skirt just barely covered her ass and her shirt was unbuttoned deliberately low enough to give the world an impressive view of her breasts. No one asked her to be oh so generous, but hey, if she wants to try the hooker life, so be it.
"I attend this school. What was your name again? Kathy? Kat? Kat Hooker! That it was your name!" I exclaimed innocently. I heard a few of the guys snicker in the classroom and Ms. Landsford’s assistant professor walked over with a wide grin on her face.
"Mr. Starfire, that's Katherina Hoolan. A nice attempt, though,” she hummed, clearly amused.
"Ah! My apologies. At least I was close. " I sighed dramatically, shrugging my shoulders with a guilty look on my face. I turned back to Katherina who looked like she'd slap me, as her hands were clenched into fists for embarrassing her in less than a minute. Oops?
"Katherina, what brings you to our lovely classroom?” I inquired, ready to make my way back to my seat.
She pointed at me. "You shouldn't be in this school; you’re a female!" Katherina declared. I blinked and heard the quiet whispers of my classmates. I smirked, placing our course packages on the desk before walking over to where Katherina stood.
When I reached where she stood, she moved around me so her back was to Ms. Landsford who looked intrigued while her assistant just looked confused.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Hey, Katherina? Did you lose some brain cells this weekend?" A student called out; three other guys chuckled at the comment. She let out a grunt but remained where she stood, her hand still pointing at me like I was an accused villain.
"I'm serious!" she stressed.
I ruffled my hair before I stretched my arms up like I was waking up for the day. "Katherina. The last time I checked, which was before class when I went to piss, I'm a guy," I declared.
"Did anyone put a pranking spell on the doorway?" another classmate suggested.
"Nah, they put a spell on the classrooms so we can't do that anymore," someone else responded.
"Aww, that sucks. Sounds interesting," I replied sympathetically. I should look into why those spells were put in place later.
"Ms. Hoolan, with my 20/20 eyesight, I can confidently say that Jinn is a male. Now, my class is about to start and you've already made your announcement about the dance that's happening before the break in six weeks. I suggest you make your way back to Solarity Magic Academy. Don't want you to be late on our behalf,” she reminded.
Katherina looked over her shoulder to Ms. Landsford. "He's a SHE! I heard her in the washroom!" she declared. More guys snickered and I sighed. She's making herself look like an idiot.
"Crazy lunatic hooker. Check," Alice sang. I glanced at her sitting on the desk beside Nixon who had his head resting on his crossed arms. Alice rubbing her head against his cheek and he smiled, reaching out to pet her while his sleepy eyes met mine. I could tell he really wanted to nap but I bet he wanted to see how this played out more.
I turned my attention back to Katherina, internally hoping this would go smoothly if I acted like all cool and shit.
"I'm a male, Katherina. I get that you're struggling with my charm and all, but I wouldn't lie about my gender." I rolled my eyes as I removed my hands from my pant pockets.
She turned to glare at me. "PROVE IT!" she dared.
I raised an eyebrow at her, scanning the full classroom of guys, then Ms. Landsford and her assistant.
I grinned, glancing over at Logan who winked with a wide smile on his face. I knew exactly what he was thinking and this would be the perfect chance to prove my masculinity.
I unbuckled my belt, allowing my pants and boxers to fall to the floor. The room was silent as I crossed my arms, posing with confidence. I may not be a Braxton Park, but I think I have a pretty decent cock.
"Impressive," I heard Professor Landsford whisper to her colleague. Oh, the benefits of magic.
Katherina stared at my length and her face went beet red. I winked at her. "Good enough for you, Katherina? It's getting kinda chilly down there. Unless you want to volunteer to warm me up,” I teased and the class began to cheer and laugh.
"Mr. Starfire, if you want to do such warming activities, please go to the washroom down the hall," Ms. Landsford sighed. I chuckled in response while Katherina was practically shaking with anger at the embarrassment I'd added to her name.
I leaned over to grab my pants and underwear, pulling them back up. "Ms. Landsford, I'd never do such a thing with a stranger. Plus, this right here is a sacred place. Not just everyone can get a taste of it." I winked as I buttoned my pants and turned back to Katherina.
"Earth to Katherina. Please don't tell me my cock got your tongue," I joked and the class laughed harder. Even Ms. Landsford’s assistant was laughing while Ms. Landsford snickered.
"UGH!" Katherina stomped her foot and stormed out the door.
I frowned, crossing my arms in confusion. "I guess I'll never get my answer. Sorry for the disruption, Ms. Landsford." I bowed respectfully to her and her assistant before picking up the sheets from the desk and walking over to where Logan and Nixon sat.
"Hoot!" Alice hopped up and down at our table as I sat down and I reached out and pet her head.
"That was a good icebreaker," she applauded. You think?
"Jinn, way to go,” a guy praised, giving me a salute.
"Finally someone put her in her place. I swear, she's such a nuisance,” another guy on my left commented.
"Right. She's had sex with so many students here already and school just started,” a guy behind us sighed, his voice low so Ms. Landsford wouldn't hear.
"Right. But Jinn turned her down at the party. She was so upset. She talked about it all weekend,” a guy who I remembered from the party revealed.
"Well, maybe she'll keep her legs closed long enough to focus on more important things. I heard she only passed this year because of her parents bribing the professors,” a student in front of us whispered.
"Benefits of having money. Too bad she's a hoe,” the same guy on my left added.
"Alright, gentlemen. I'd like to begin class. You guys can praise Jinn's heroic efforts later," Ms. Landsford announced. We began to get settled and Nixon lifted his head.
"Smooth,” he complimented, followed by a yawn.
Logan nodded in agreement. "She got what was coming to her," he shrugged, looking damn proud of me. I smiled at both of them, giving them their course info before I leaned back into my seat. Alice flew up to land on my shoulder.
"This school year is going to be interesting," she declared happily.
I grinned. You're telling me.