Blazing Academy: Semester One (Academy For All Things Scorching #1) - Avery Song Page 0,91

seemed to focus on what the student said as she fixed her glasses. "Did none of you notice they updated the rules? Grades are everything right now, even when we start getting into the nitty-gritty of magic. If you're in between the four to five thousand range at the end of the semester, you're out!"

There were more gasps and worried whispers.

"Check the site if you want. Also, be warned that the exam this year is going to be harder. We’re going to have a dual battle. We should start preparing now that we all know our potential standings with what we've learned so far."

She shrugged and fixed her glasses. With a turn, she was walking away, and I noticed Clara skipping our way.

"Alice! You did amazing! Can you believe it? Number one! You guys are celebrating tonight, right? Come on over to the VIP booths tonight. I'll reserve the exclusive section for you guys." She winked and quickly gave me a tight hug. "So proud of you, Alice."

"Thanks, Clara." I hugged her back, reeling from the happiness her praise gave me with the news.

"Now that we know our grades, let's get out of here," Keru encouraged.

"Do you think what she just said is true?" Westley inquired.

"It is." Gabriel nodded his head to add emphasis. "Read it this morning. I assume they'll make an announcement tomorrow or something regarding it. We're going to have to train a little bit then."

"Meaning you'll train me." I gave him a wide grin, and he glared at me.

"Annoying."

"I know that already." I winked. "But I kept my end of the deal, so spill the goodies by training me!"

"And covering drinks tonight," Keru encouraged.

"Do we get to participate?" I wondered.

Gabriel and Keru exchanged a look. "Well, we’ll both be there to keep you two in line," Keru reasoned.

"If you get drunk, I won't train you," Gabriel concluded, his asshole way of saying sure.

"Meanie," I muttered, but looked at Westley and grinned. "Are you excited?"

"Definitely," he replied and yawned. "Let me just nap."

He rested his head on my shoulder.

"Wait. Westley! You can't nap here," I reasoned.

"Anddddd....fatality," Keru declared.

"Is he literally sleeping?" He looked at Westley hopelessly.

"He's actually out." Keru chuckled and shook his head. "He was up all night for some odd reason. He doesn't struggle with studying, so I don't get why."

"Uh, guys. How are we going to get him back home?" I reasoned.

"We got it," Keru assured me, moving to lift one of Westley's arms over his shoulder. "Gabe, help me out here."

"Call me that again and I'm calling you Kerby for a month," Gabriel threatened.

"Chill, chill. Hmm. I'm hungry from all that thinking power. We should totally pre-drink before we go."

"I don't see how pre-drinking has anything to do with food," Gabriel retaliated.

"It doesn't. I just want to do both," Keru concluded.

Taking out my phone, I quickly took a picture of the board and the massive crowd. Quickly tapping a text and sending the board picture to my dad, I viewed the other photos, only stop on the final one.

The one person that stood out was Damon, and I looked in the direction of where I'd taken the picture to see he was still there.

His dark purple eyes still focused on me.

I hid my worries from my expression, purposely staring back at him so he knew I'd acknowledged him. I knew Rick had a problem with me, and I was pretty positive the others did as well, but Damon continued to remain a mystery to me.

It doesn't matter. He's can't harm me.

The thought gave me a bit of courage as I purposely smirked before twirling around to catch up to the others.

Tonight, I was going to celebrate this victory and work harder to finish this semester with a bang.

Blazing Chemistry And Possessive You

"Are you drunk?"

I stared at Gabriel, who peaked an eye open to look at me.

"No."

"You totally seem drunk."

"From the girl whose been nagging me for twenty consecutive minutes, asking whether I'm drunk or not," he elaborated, but let me continue to lean against him while I tugged on his loose tie.

I'd come to realize two things tonight: I liked vodka more than tequila, and I got tipsy far too fast for my own good.

Celebrating our perfect victory, we were given a special booth that was only accessible to us. Clara said the room was used once for the four horsemen of last year, and was usually inaccessible.

The whole horsemen thing seemed overrated, especially when their recent results from earlier today had been