Sinful As Hell (The Demon Academy #1) - G. Bailey Page 0,49
walk right up to her face. Bullies don't like being challenged. It's something my mum always said. "Stay out of my way and stop being a petty, jealous cow, Letitia."
"I'm not jealous or petty!" she protests back.
"Then why are you so interested in me?" I ask, stepping a little closer. "Because if you like girls, and I'm your type, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't like you that way. Or at all, while we are on the subject."
"I d-don't like girls. I mean I love Claus so—" she stops, clamping her hand over her mouth.
"He isn't your mate, Letitia. We have talked about this," Maggie gently says to her as the three other girls just giggle to themselves, walking away. Letitia shoves Maggie’s hand off her arm and glares at her.
"Says you who stalks Mr. Morganach just for a tiny hope he will actually speak to you. Talk about hopeless and desperate," she hisses at her best friend. And everyone hears it.
"At least I'm not desperate enough—"
I walk away, not that either of them notices as they carry on shouting at each other and Sera grins at me.
"That's how you stick up for yourself. I'm super proud," she admits.
"Really? I feel like I'm going to puke. I was scared," I admit to her, and she chuckles before moving in front of me as other students and wolves start to pass us in the corridor. The necromancy room is right at the front of the building, and I head inside as Sera waits for me. I'm not surprised to see a dead body on the desk at the front of the room, but I'm ever so thankful his eyes are closed. He looks in his eighties, only his head is sticking out from a white sheet hanging over him, and his skin is a ghostly white colour. To my surprise though, the room only smells of roses instead of the decaying human. Someone must have sprayed him with rose-scented Febreze or something.
"Ah, Miss Cameron?" a woman in a white lab coat over a purple jumper and jeans asks as she comes up to me. Her long blonde hair is up in a high ponytail, pulled ever so tightly, and there isn't a single hair out of place. Her eyes remind me of chocolate; they are such a deep brown. She offers me her hand to shake, and I look at the body and back to her hand, undecided if I should touch her hand as she likely brought that body in here. "Oh, I washed my hands. We might be demons, but we aren't barbaric."
Says the woman that has a dead body on her desk in her classroom.
Alright then.
I gulp as I shake her hand, and she smiles sweetly. "My name is Mrs. Friis, and as you can guess, I am an expert at necromancy."
"Lovely to meet you," I tell her, though I'm pretty sure she is one biscuit short of the full tin from her smile alone.
"And you! I went to DA with your mother and father back in the day, and oh how you are the image of them both. I want you to know that I'm personally not ever going to give up on you. You know, for their sakes. You will bring back the dead and make them do whatever you wish if my life depends on it!"
"That's definitely something to hope for," I try to say with as much enthusiasm as she has. Thankfully she doesn't seem to notice my total nervous disgust at the idea of waking the dead and forcing them to what I want. Who the hell would hope for that?
"Go and sit down! Class is about to start!" she says in an overly cheery way. She reminds me of those bubbly people I used to see on the bus to school at seven in the morning. I never understood how anyone could be that bubbly and happy, especially at that time in the morning. I walk past three rows of students, who all look at me briefly before setting their gaze down and I find a seat on the fourth row, where no one else is. I recognise a few of the students from my other classes but none of them I've actually spoken to. I kinda wish Lela was in this class, even though I'm not sure if we are friends or not. Either way, she is nicer than the rest of the students here.