Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,34

door behind him. He didn't respond until he was right before me and lowering the tray to my lap.

"Ya. Mrs. CloverSpell said there was a guest in her office that needed some food. Didn't expect it to be you, princess."

Now that I got a better look at his pale white skin and the detailing of his eyes that looked like a moving ocean of blues and greens, I recalled the last bit before I'd lost consciousness the day I'd seen the talking owl, running in the air madness.

"You're the guy who caught me," I whispered in awe.

He actually grinned them, his eyes twinkling with delight as the ring of his irises began to glow a silver color.

"Yes. That was me," he confirmed. "Nice to meet you, Princess Alice. I'm Westley." His voice was so soothing, one that could put you to sleep if he told you a story before bed.

"Hello," I replied and smiled. "Alice Blaze."

"I wonder if she's falling for his charm or because he brought food?" Keru pondered.

"As long as she's not falling for me, I don't care," Gabriel muttered.

"I'm not falling for anyone!" I huffed but dismissed the idea of arguing it further as the mouth-watering aroma crept to my nostrils. "Finally, food!"

"Eat away," Westley encouraged.

I got right to it, while the three of them gathered before the desk to talk. I'd completely zoned them out until my bowl of soup was empty and I was on the last piece of bread with a square slice of cheese.

"That means we're enrolling?" Gabriel concluded with a sigh. "I'm too old for school."

"You're eighteen," Keru said and sighed. "I'm nineteen, and you don't see me complaining?"

"Did you two even graduate?" Westley inquired.

"Hey!" They both glared at him. "We did!"

"Don't know. Sometimes you guys act like two partnered idiots."

"Don't insult us," Keru groaned. "And it's not like we were supposed to be partners."

"That was because Keru failed a year."

"I didn't fail anything!" Keru defended. "I was on mandatory leave for a year. Stop airing my dirty laundry to the world."

"Now you know how it feels," Gabriel declared. "Westley? Does that mean you have to transfer?"

"Is that even possible? You're only sixteen," Keru acknowledged.

"Woof?"

Westley crouched down to stroke Cyrus's head.

"Shouldn't be a problem. I already talked with Mrs. CloverSpell about it. I'm technically gifted. No need for me to attend two more years of high school at my level of magic. Plus, my marks are perfect. All I need is a uniform like you guys and I'll be good."

"You’re sixteen?" I interrupted their conversation, my eyes glued to Westley as I stared up and down to take in his appearance once more. He looked to be the same age as Keru at first glance.

"Mhm." He bobbed his head once.

"I'm sixteen, too," I replied. "But you look the same age as Keru."

"I'll take that as a compliment." He smirked at my comment.

"No. That's not a compliment to me," Keru whined. "Please tell me puberty hit you already?" He directed the question to Westley.

His smirk widened.

"No."

"Fuckery!" Keru put his hands in the air. "I need to have a moment with the gods on how unfair this is!"

"What's unfair?" Gabriel questioned as he shook his head. "So what if he hasn't been hit with puberty?"

"He's going to have like two growth spurts and screw us all over with his charm!" Keru emphasized. "He's already making girls and grown women swoon over him! Plus, he's already six feet! He's going to surpass you!"

Gabriel looked unconcern for a mere five seconds before his scowl returned at full force. "I disapprove."

"This is why you two are friends," Westley concluded and looked back at me. "Feeling better, Alice?"

"A lot better, actually," I admitted. "Thank you, guys," I shared my gratitude with the three of them. "Um, do we just wait for Mrs. CloverSpell?"

Now that I was full and didn't feel like I was dying, it was time for me to get some answers. "And I have to call my dad before he freaks out."

"He already knows you're here and safe."

We all flinched at the sound that came from behind the guys, and there was Mrs. CloverSpell. She was smiling at us. She was now wearing a different dress from her previous one. This dress was strapless and clung to her slim figure. It was an orange color with little rhinestones of gold.

Every piece I'd seen of her so far was always dazzled in rich, expensive fabric in some sort of eye-catching design, and this was no different. It