Mrs.Riverson sighed.“Good for you.Of course, I won’t say anything.We mid-tiers have to have our tricks against top tiers.No matter how noble they claim to be.”
Chapter 13 – Wave
Wavewasthankfulthather next week went quietly.She hung out with Tulias in class and even got a recommendation for a theory-based fire class that had an opening.Filling out the paperwork for that took most of her Wednesday evening, but by the time Friday came, she was enrolled.
On Thursday, she managed to evade Jarred.Not that she was expecting him to pick her up for shielding anyway after her outburst, but Mrs.Riverson hadn’t looked too happy when Wave told her she wasn’t taking private tutoring anymore.Thankfully, she had let the subject drop.
Wave was actually enjoying her time at Tracthesian Academy.There wasn’t much drama besides the rumors; her classes were fine, and the teachers were competent, if nothing else.She ate her lunches with Salis and spent her evenings with her roommates, watching movies and hanging out.
Prince handsome did pop into the library a couple of times to test the waters, but Wave kept her replies to him succinct.No ID, no entry.After the first time, he hadn’t gotten angry about it anymore.Today, he had even brought her a hot chocolate.Wave had no idea why he thought that would work.
Yet another party was going on in her dorm this Friday, downstairs this time, and by the time Wave made it back from the library, it was in full swing.She slipped past the crowds and hurried inside, the sounds muffled behind the closed door.Thank fuck for Ginny and her noise-cancelling spells.
“Good, you’re back,” Ginny said from the couch.“We need to talk.”
“Okay?”Wave dropped her bag on the floor and went to get a glass of water.Ginny sounded serious.
“You know, hooking up with multiple Powerhouses is what I’d call a power move, but then going on and hooking up with their enemy the moment he returns to the campus is what I’d call a get-you-killed-move.”
“What are you talking about?”Wave took a seat and looked at Ginny, completely baffled.Her eyes narrowed.
“Prince Irishen.He’s downstairs telling everyone about your date tonight.”
Wave snorted, hard.“Date?”
Ginny’s glare wavered.“Yeah?”
“If by date, he means trying to bribe his way into the faculty library with a cup of hot chocolate because he doesn’t have a proper ID and getting told off, sure.”
“Told off,” Ginny choked.“You told Irishen off?”
“No ID, no entry,” Wave deadpanned.
“Gods, I knew I liked you for a reason!You really said that to him?”
Wave nodded.
Ginny slumped into the couch, and all the fight fled from her.“I really hate him,” she whispered.
“We could start an anti-fan club.I bet we could get members easily.Mrs.Riverson for one, would join in a heartbeat.”
“Tell me everything,” Ginny demanded, and Wave recounted their first interaction in detail, summarizing the rest.Ginny was torn between gasping in horror and beaming by the end.
“So, you’re taking shielding lessons from Marc?”
“Jarred, actually.I was.”
“Oh.”
“I think I might be fake-dating Marc, though.We haven’t ironed out the details yet.I’ve been trying to avoid all of them.Less drama, you know.”
The door blew open, and enraged Chrissy marched inside.“What the fuck Way—”
“It’s all right, Issy,” Ginny said and jumped in between them “Risha is full of shit like always.”
“Oh,” Chrissy deflated and gave Wave an apologetic smile.“We hate him in this apartment, just so you know.”
“We were already planning for the anti-fan club t-shirts,” Wave replied easily.“Where’s Diana?”
