Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,30
this apparent 'puppy' can do to my cape. You know how expensive this is? There's no way I'm getting it ri-"
The ripping sound cut him off, and we all looked to the corner of his cape on our left side to see the tiny tear Cyrus had made.
As if noticing our attention, she stopped in her tugging motion to look around at us until she met my gaze.
"Woof!" She quickly looked back at the man named Keru, growled at him once, and raced back to my side until she was sitting on my foot.
No one spoke as Keru just stared at the ripped piece.
"My heart just broke inside," he whispered in agony.
"Well, there goes all your savings."
"Cyrus." I glanced down at her, noticing her cute eyes that began to grow wide in sadness. She whimpered and tried to hide under her paws.
I couldn't even scold her as I shook my head and rose up. Placing my mug on the desk, I looked between the two of them.
"Does anyone have a needle?"
"Are you actually going to try and fix it?" Angelic Asshole questioned.
"Well, ya. I feel bad!" I complained. "Do you have one? Or is there a home etiquette room in this place?"
"What's that?" they both asked.
"The room where you guys have random stuff that helps with chores and stuff. I don't know. Every school calls it something different. Like home economics? Ugh, who cares."
"Gabriel. Don't you always have that sewing kit around?" Keru asked.
"Who’s Gabriel?" I asked, looking over to Angelic Asshole as he rolled his eyes, but went into his left pocket and pulled out a mini white case. Pressing the gold button, it popped open and revealed a bunch of stuff you'd use for sewing, including a golden needle and gold thread.
"No way! You carry a sewing pack with you, Angelic Asshole?!" I was actually intrigued. "And your name is Gabriel?"
"Not something you need to know," he grumbled but inched the case closer to me. "Now hurry and take your needle and thread. Make sure you give it back, sanitized and all."
"I don't have santiz-"
He reached into his other pocket, pulling out an actual, massive bottle of sanitizer. All I could do was stare at him with wide eyes and then move my gaze to his pockets.
How in the world did he keep that big jug of sanitizer in that tiny pocket?!
Keru began to chuckle again. "Gabriel's a bit of a germ phobic. Also, he has magic pockets. He can fit anything in there, so don't be too surprised if he never has a backpack with him, but magically pulls an encyclopedia or some other gigantic object."
All I could do was nod and reach out for the items I needed. Taking the bottle of sanitizer and placing it on where I'd been seated, I walked over to Keru and gasped when I saw the actual back of his cape.
"Wow! It's like you have the galaxy on the back of your cape!" I practically shrieked in intrigued wonder.
It was mesmerizing to look at, and now I felt the urge to make sure I fixed the beautiful masterpiece of fabric.
"That's why it cost an arm and a leg," Keru announced. "Nice to see you again, Alice."
"Again..." I began, only now clicking on to his image and the man from the window back when I wasn't feeling well. "You! You're the floating man from the window!"
"Did that just now click in?" Gabriel questioned. I glanced back to see his pitying expression as he shook his head.
"Sometimes I question how you're related to Chambers at all."
"Who is that?" I inquired.
"Gabriel," Keru sighed. "You're running your mouth again. Can we have a moment of silence for my cape first?"
"Your cape will be fine. Hold on." I decided to focus on one thing at a time; the current goal of fixing Keru's cape was now a priority.
Lifting the material up, my eyes inspected the tear and I nodded once. "Easy fix," I commented before looking between the two of them. "Promise me something."
"What?" Gabriel questioned while Keru casually shrugged. "Sure."
"You don't even know what she wants us to agree upon," Gabriel pointed out.
"If it fixes my cape, does it matter?" Keru offered.
"I'm not going to make you guys promise something ridiculous," I defended. "Just don't say I did this, or I'll get in trouble."
I really didn't want Grandmother finding out about my little "good" deed, especially when I'd promised Father years ago that I wouldn't show off my talents to anyone else.