The young teacher wasnât feeling to well, and hell, that was probably quite the understatement. She didnât have a lot to compare it to, but she was weak and nauseous, her limbs shaking slightly from fatigue, and thought her powers had begun recharging, they were in no way ready for anything. She felt like even healing a knife cut would send her into another slumber, and it scared her. She really needed to phone her mother. Soon. She was still on the floor, surprisingly enough, feeling completely hopeless about her situation, when she heard the door open behind her. She wanted to get up and turn to Leo easily, because she knew her current position and appearance would worry him. No, he would be downright panicked, as unsure of what to do as she herself was. It wasnât like this was normal in any way. In fact Amy felt completely out of her league, unknowing of what to do or how to help herself get better.
Because this wasnât just a power hangover. It was different. A power hangover, she knew how to help and she had tried it before. In fact, she would often tire herself completely when she worked as a field nurse. Of course she had had to keep her healing secret, but itâd worked and she had saved lives like she had always wanted to, so though her entire world had changed with the experience, she didnât regret it. In the long run it had only made her stronger. Well⊠mentally. Obviously she was physically weak as a new born kitten right now and it bothered her. She sighed when Leo spotted her, her name flying off his lips, but she didnât move. What could she do, really? She merely waited for him to get to her, which she knew wouldnât be long. Not long after, he did in fact reach her, panic ruling his voice when he spoke. Amy smiled weakly in response when his hands gently cupped her cheeks, guiding her eyes up to meet his, except his beautiful ones were busy looking her over, so it wasnât much.
âLeo,â she said softly, her voice tired, âhoney, please calm down. Iâm fine.â She looked up at him, wanting to put her hands on his to assure him, but she just didnât have the energy. Never had she felt this empty, this weak and helpless. So yes, of course she wasnât entirely truthful when she told him she was fine, but she couldnât have him panicking like this. He needed to steady himself or heâd be a complete mess to deal with and she really needed him to just⊠settle down a bit. âIâm just⊠a little tired,â she continued in a quiet tone, almost too calmly, her fatigue showing clearly in her voice. âIâŠâ she paused then, sighing. She knew Leo would blame Chris when she told him the truth, but she wasnât going to lie. She just wanted to make sure she phrased everything okay, so that he didnât blame Chris too much. Because it wasnât his fault. Chris hadnât known of Amyâs condition, except for the fact that he could tell she was tired. Fact was that it didnât usually affect her powers much, and she shouldâve been able to heal him easily. Hell, she had been surprised herself.
Finally, the delicate nurse continued, âI think the baby is⊠feeding on my powers, which sounds really bad, I know.â She bit her lower lip, knowing that Leo was going to watch her like a hawk for the remainder of her pregnancy once she was done explaining herself. Sometimes a protective man was really hard to deal with, and it made her wonder if he was going to follow her around to all of her lessons, or if he would cancel them. She didnât want to stop working. Besides, she was the school nurse. That wasnât really something to be ignored. Another sigh. âI think Chris met Corentine earlier, and he⊠has a bit of attitude.â She let it be at that, knowing that Leo knew what that meant. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading with him to understand the actions she was now going to tell him about. âI couldnât let him suffer like that when I have the ability to help him, Leo⊠so even though he didnât want me to, I⊠I healed him. It just⊠took a lot out of me, and I fell asleep immediately after. Just woke up when you called.â
With that, Amy finally took a deep breath, waiting for Leoâs reaction and reply, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. She had meant what sheâd told him; she really didnât want to argue.
With Maxâs temporary silence, Corâs eyes did another sweep her surroundings, and she swiftly downed her remaining shots, the alcohol burning sweetly. Oh, it was strong. She felt like she was drinking absinthe, yet it tasted slightly different. Didnât matter if it had the same fire power; it did what she wanted it to; got her drunk in a rush, but it wasnât enough by far. She needed more as she spotted Jay leaving the gazebo and thereby Erin and Addie. Hm, that was surprising. Sheâd figured Addie would make more of an effort to make the guy stay, considering how much she was obviously preening for his cock. She would be punished the most. No one, especially not her friends, went against her. Cor considered it betrayal, pure and simple, and she wasnât a forgiving kind of person. Yes, she made friend with bitches and assholes, because those were the people she liked hanging around, but she still valued loyalty quite a bit. Now, what to do to the girlâŠ
Corâs mind was still playing with thoughts of revenge when the sound of Max Hendersonâs sexy voice brought her back into the world of the living, and she couldnât stop her lips from curling into a flirty smirk. She would go talk to Elijah tomorrow, she decided, knowing he was the one person she could count on; the one person who could clear her mind enough to think up something proper to remind the girl who was, and always had been, the queen bitch, and not to mess with her⊠or her man for that matter. Besides, someone who hated Jay might be nice. Elijah was perfect. Of course she also just loved hanging out with the guy. Corâs clear, dark blue eyes were slowly making their way down Maxâs body, his words a promise in themselves. Obviously he had figured she was a little off tonight. Max wasnât easy to hide things from, just like her brother, but Cor liked to at least try anyway. Either way, Esme was ignored by both of them when she pushed her way between them and ordered her drunk. Fortunately she was gone directly after.
âArenât you just a saint,â she teased Max then, her voice dripping sarcasm. She didnât doubt that Max was only helping her in any way because he got something out of it himself, not that she minded or blamed him. Hell, she was the exact same way herself. She didnât do anything for free unless it was for a friend, and even then there was always the fact that she got friendship and gratefulness in return. Max was getting an amazing fuck, and that wasnât her being conceited. Corentine had been a gymnast for a lot of years, since she was sick and up until she had left for Noctrem, and she had a lot of practice on her back when it came to screwing around. Of course she might also just be a damn natural. Either way, she had had guys telling her she was the best fuck theyâd ever had. She knew how to work anyone when it came to sex. Female or male. Didnât matter. When Max ordered another drink, Cor ordered three more shots of the same stuff he had given her before, and downed all three while Max's hand wandered up her bared thigh, the heat of alcohol along with Maxâs touch, flowing through her. She ignored the fact that she could hear her phone vibrating in her purse, because she couldnât make herself give a shit.
When his fingers stopped, Cor smiled wryly, one eyebrow lifted as she looked from the hand her gaze had been following, to the eyes of the man leading it. She couldnât deny that Max had a way with her. He just knew how to set her body on fire, even with the slightest of touches. Of course it might also just be his godlike good looks, and well, she was starting to get just a little drunk, so her body was primed for him already. Before answering Maxâs question, Cor ordered two more shots, downing them straight after each other. Once that was done, she leaned forward, bringing her mouth close to Maxâs ear, her one hand dancing over his hand on her leg, and up his arm, only to make its way down his chest once it reached his shoulder. Her lips curved into a calculating, flirtatious smile, she didnât speak until her fingers were gripping the hem of his jeans. Then she let her teeth gently nibble on his ear and laughed softly, the sound rolling off her tongue in a seductive purr. âWhy, Max, I would very much like you to fuck me.â She murmured sultrily, yet ever so bluntly. Something youâd find was very defining of the blonde.
When she leaned back, Cor spotted Jay leaving with Esme at the corner of her eye, but the alcohol was numbing her emotions just like she had wanted them to. Well, temporarily that was the effect, but Cor could also feel her emotions pushing at the barrier she had put up before even coming to the party. Once it went down, shit would happen. She knew that much. Her powers would run amok.
To Skyâs reply, Drake laughed, not bothering to say any more because he was busy watching Ashy and her reaction to his words. Inwardly the male was smiling in amusement, finding the blushing both entertaining and cute. The fact that a girl her age managed to be so damnedâŠ
innocent, puzzled the dark male quite a bit. How did you accomplish that in this day and age? Maybe he was even a little impressed, but nah, actually he just loved messing with her, so he supposed that was it. It was no secret to Drake that the blonde was crushing on him, and he had this tendency to play with the girls who developed feeling for him, mostly because he honestly couldnât care less about them and their damned emotions. Why should he? It wasnât his fault they decided to set themselves up for heartbreak, now was it? Drake didnât exactly hide the fact that he was a womanizing asshole. Sure, he didnât show that side to everyone, but he wasnât hiding it either. He just knew that different people had to be worked differently, that was all.
When Ember came by, Drake gave her a short look, gaze taking a tour of her choice of appearance for the evening. Hmm. His sister was going to throw a fit about her protĂ©gĂ© looking like that, so he could only grin, knowing that Cor would be giving the girl a lesson in how to dress herself⊠very soon. Not that the outfit was ugly â it just didnât fit her, and it happened to look a little⊠well, not sexy. Despite the dress being short, to Drake she looked like a 13 year old trying to look sexy and it wasnât working for her. âNot too bad, darling,â he told her in response to her question before she was on to inviting Sky to shoot shots with her. On that note he decided to tune her out and refocus on Ashleigh, his current entertainment. Clown of the evening, folks. Once she made it over, she gave Sky a hug and Drake remained silent. He was soon laughed however, her comment seemingly very funny to the male. She was so ridiculously nervous around him that was part of the fun, honestly. âBaby, you need new habits,â he murmured huskily, knowing the effect heâd have on the blonde.
He merely smiled wryly when Sky shouted that he and Ashy should dance. Drake wasnât a big dancer. Sure, he had been forced to take classes as a kid, and he was in fact quite rhythmical, but he didnât like it, and it brought back memories of being controlled by his bitch of a mother. Heâd rather get pissed and have fun. Much more his thing, honestly. Then Sky and Ember sort of disappeared from his immediate surroundings and he almost felt relieved when Ashy didnât comment on the dancing. Meant he could ignore it. Instead she uttered the most ridiculously, nauseatingly cute and desperate comment he had ever heard. He chuckled, not able to stop himself. And he was actually going to reply when a hand began snaking its way around him from behind, causing him to pause. Instead, Drake raised an eyebrow, looking questioningly as Ashy, as though she was supposed to tell him who was feeling him up. However, he got his answer when Erinâs voice spoke into his ear. He smirked, turning his eyes towards the skies.
âErin,â he said in calm greeting, not feeling up to her company currently. He wasnât really in the mood, if he had to be honest. Maybe because of their previous heart to heart. There was a reason heâd sought out Ashy, and not Lulu or Erin. The two had taken up all of his day already. He watched when Erin handed Ashleigh her alcohol and chuckled slightly, âshe does have a point, Ash. Better drink it before she does, and that might end badly. You donât really want to be responsible for that now, do you?â He teased her, his eyes flashing with humour. Honestly he was ignoring Erin a little. Perhaps because she was being incredibly clingy currently. When Erin moved, all she earned from Drake, was a raised eyebrow. Heâd done her twice today already. He wasnât in the mood for a third one. To him, it seemed like Erin was clinging to him because she was having trouble with Keirol, and though Drake was good with a bit of⊠physical support, he wasnât interested in being her emotional support. He had let her talk in the forest, and heâd offered a sliver of comfort. That didnât mean he was a teddy bear all of a sudden.
When she pressed her body closer, more or less begging for his attention, despite the way her words were centered on Ashy, Drake cast her a wry smile, still just leaning casually against the bar. âThought crossed my mind,â he said, voice smooth and playful, eyes moving to rest on the girl in question, a mischievous, Drake-like smirk on his lips. Then he looked down at Erin, moving a hand into her hair. He grabbed a nice handful and pulled her head back instantly, looking down at her with his completely eyes indifferent. He was done being nice Drake â he needed his more bastardly side and Erin had just made herself the victim because she had gotten in the way of his teasing Ashy to rid himself of it more innocently. âWhat is this, Erin? Hm?â He asked her, voice dark and husky, yet cold in itself, âan attempt at getting a last night on earth fuck? Because youâre probably going to need it after sidling up to Jay like that.â Then he smirked, letting go of her hair only to order a whiskey, taking it in his hand. As he took a sip, he watched Erin with a slightly raised eyebrow, as if waiting for something.
Drake was more than aware of the fact that he was being a right asshole, but then, she wasnât little miss innocent, and she could handle it. Or maybe she couldnât. Hell if he cared. Ashleigh had slipped his mind momentarily, but he soon looked over at her, shrugging, eyes flashing with that same glint of playfulness when he looked at her. âSorry about that, love. Seems weâll have to get you drunk a bit later.â
Chase Westley got out of his
black chevy after parking it in front of the Arcana Academy, a place he had never been before in his life. Pushing the door shut, his gaze looked it over from the outside. He had to say he was impressed. If it was as good on the inside as it was on the inside, going to school might actually not suck entirely. Not that he didnât like learning â he had just graduated what qualified as high school already, so he was pretty certain he had been taught what he had to be taught. He was there purely because of the social aspect, and he knew it was more or less the same for his twin. Of course power control class, along with battle strategy, might be interesting. In fact, the young male was sort of looking forward to those classes. Of course he didnât have problems with controlling his powers, but maybe this teacher here had other or better methods than his grandfather. Who knew?
The twins had been on the road for 5 days, stopping only to sleep and eat, driving around 10-12 hours every day. Now, Chase liked to drive, so it didnât bother him at all, but he could tell Kayla was getting a bit restless just sitting there in the passenger seat, and he couldnât blame her. If itâd been him, he wouldâve jumping out of his own skin. And he wouldâve let her drive⊠but no. No matter who it was, no one but him drove his car. Not even his twin sister. Chase patted the roof of the car, smiling to himself. âDonât think itâll be too bad, sis,â he commented to his sister, slightly absent. Then the male walked to the back of the car, getting their bags and suitcases out of the trunk. He put them easily down to on the ground and smiled at Kay before taking his own suitcase and extra duffel bag. Taking his own welcome note out of his pocket, he looked it over. Room 13, and he remembered Kayla being in room 8. Well, at least they werenât that far from each other. Small favors.
Once Kayla had her things gathered, Chase shut the trunk and locked the car, before the two of them made it inside. âRooms on 2nd floorâ he murmured to himself as they walked to the elevator situated in the fancy reception. He let Kayla get in before him, a force of habit, and then entered himself. As the death trap moved them up, Chase remained quiet, thinking. He thought he could hear music and that made him wonder. Of course he didnât really even ponder the possibility of a party, because they had school tomorrow. He knew that from his note; they were starting classes tomorrow morning. Which was why he and his sister had arrived just in time to get settled in and all before school started. Once on the wanted floor, the two got out, again with Chase letting Kayla out first and he subsequently walked with her to room 8, where he stopped, smiling halfheartedly. âLooks like this is your stop, Kay,â he noted, one hand moving to mess up her hair. On that note, his half smile turned into a grin. âHey, I heard music, so Iâm thinking we put our bags in our allotted rooms and then go explore. Generally we should definitely take a look around.â Then he looked down the hall briefly, âIâll be back in a sec.â
On that note, Chase made his way further down the hall, finding room 13 easily, on the other side from Kayla, but a bit too far down if you asked him. He didnât much like being this far from her in a new place like this. You never knew what might happen. Hell, her roommate might be a psychopath and heâd be too far away to hear any commotion.
She can handle herself you know, a more rational part of his brain interrupted, and he sighed, knowing that part was right. Still, he had trouble letting go of the anxiety he felt. He had always taken care of Kayla, not only because he felt protective, but because whenever theyâd go out, his grandfather would gruffly tell him, âyou take care of her, Chase.â And he always would. Hell, heâd gotten in fights with bastards who stepped out of bounds. Guys who started feeling her up, and seeing as Chase could so easily tell when she was uncomfortable, heâd always been there to shove the guy off. Thing was that they couldnât usually use their powers in public, and physically his sister wasnât that scary, honestly. So sheâd needed him to be there. It might not be the same way here. Not that that would stop him.
He put his bags down in the room, looking around. It was pretty neat, he had to admit. But heâd have to look at things there later, so after a quick look at the bathroom, Chase moved out into the hallway once more and made his way towards room 8, home of Kayla Westley and her roommate, whose name Chase honestly couldnât recall. He only hoped she
wasnât a psycho like part of him feared. Stopping by the room, he called out in a playful tone, âIâm back; you can stop missing me now.â
