Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,56

that golden dew? Oh! That's that special flame dew stuff that like perfects your face and rejuvenates a person's flame. You know people bring tons of containers and fill them up for their skincare routines?"

"Seriously?" I gawked at him.

"Ya. Guys actually pay money for girls to secretly get them some."

"I don't have containers."

"Don't worry, we can go back to the dorms and get some and come back before school closes. Today is a short day so after the orientation, we'll just see Mrs. CloverSpell and then we can head back."

"That sounds like a perfect plan," I gleefully declared. "Wait! We don't know if we're actually dormmates. There's no way they allowed boys and girls to share the same dorm house."

"Your right," he admitted, but his smile only widened, making his ocean eyes twinkle with anticipation. "But we're not an ordinary circumstance."

He pulled out a sheet from his blazer pocket and unfolded it to share the written information to me. I quickly scanned it, my eyes growing wide at the confirmed list of names on the sheet.

"We're officially dormmates for the entire year?!" I had to cover my mouth, realizing that I'd practically screamed it out instead of whispered the news. A few students looked our way, but they went on with their business.

I looked back at Westley nervously, but he merely grinned and bobbed his head.

"Mr. Chambers pulled some strings and secured our dorm for us only," he explained and leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing against my neck as he whispered, "Only certain students who have high royal, political, or financial status are able to secure their dorms."

"Really?" I couldn't even believe it. "But I'm none of those."

"We don't know that." He winked.

"And you guys never explained why you refer to my dad as Chambers," I acknowledged.

"Think of it as his code name, I guess." He shrugged. "That's what we've always called him."

"I never asked, but does that mean you guys work for some sort of organization and are appointed to protect me?" I kept my voice low when asking the question.

Westley brought me closer, his hand hooking along my waist. "Sorry," he apologized for the sudden touch as he moved me to over so I had my back against the set of red lockers.

"Easier to be this close and not draw attention," he defended.

"I'm totally fine with arms hugging." I winked, which made me internally cringe.

Oh no. Am I trying to flirt? Please don't tell me I'm flirting?

"Long story short, when certain individuals surpass a threshold of power or uniqueness, they can be recruited by an agency that stops misconduct in schools and such. It's not necessarily like a private investigator's job or anything. I like to think of it as a magic organization that stops youth from being bullied."

"Wow." I was actually intrigued. "Meaning the organization seeks out young, unique individuals and offer them a job to help others like them?"

"Basically," he declared. "It also gives us a bit of a safe place to deal with our own problems, you know? Mrs. CloverSpell is actually one of the councillors in the organization and she helps do therapy on the side of all the other jobs she somehow juggles on a daily basis. She spoke up on our behalf to have us attend."

"R-Really?" I was shocked. "She has that much hope in me?"

Westley took a little longer to respond, but he replied with, "Sometimes it takes others having hope in your abilities for you to start seeing your potential."

We shared a look, and I slowly nodded in agreement with his words.

"If it isn't Blazing Alice."

The familiar voice made all the hairs on my arms rise up in fury as dread ran down me like a bucket of ice water.

No way! He...of all people can't be here right now.

Westley turned around to face the owner of the rather loud comment, and there was Rick in all his smug glory. I had to take a double-take because he was now rocking red spiked hair, a completely black uniform with the gold-orange outlining, and he had a red jewel nose piercing.

His eyes were as black as his uniform, and I noticed he was using some type of red cane like you'd see someone older use when they were extremely wealthy.

The way his eyes were mocking me was making my blood boil, and I clenched the kit in my hands to try and calm myself down.

"Guess your last suspension wasn't enough to kick you out of school for good? What did