I felt warm breath in my ear, “You’ve got this, Angel. Kick their ass.”
I jerked my head up just in time to see Sly Iverson turn and head back into the crowd.
What in the world? Did Sly…fine as hell…Iverson whisper in myfreakingear? Sly was my favorite player on the combat squad team. In the last competition at the academy, he had single-handedly captured the other team's banner with only minor bloodshed. The guy was a celebrity here at Emberhold.
Jasmine and I even fangirled when it looked like he’d glanced our way at lunch the other day. Damien wasn’t too happy about that until Jasmine insisted he was staring at me.
I thought she was full of shit- I hoped I was wrong.
Every female in our class fantasized that they were either his Nexus or in his Faction. I was no different… the guy could crack bricks with his butt. Sly was close to seven feet of pure muscle, and I wanted to lick his abs, like a deranged Fellat with a bowl of cream.
Thinking about his warm breath in my ear made me shiver with desire.
I discreetly looked down at my chest to make sure my nipples weren’t showing. That would be embarrassing. I didn’t want to go through this course with nipple erections.
Whatever his reasons, his words had done the trick. I took a deep breath and centered myself. I could do this. I’d been training for years, and those two giant bitches could kiss my ass. It was time I put Selene in her place. Maybe then she’d move on and torture some other poor girl. Better yet, perhaps she’d quit being such an unnecessary asshole and stop making things more difficult for everyone.
I looked at my square-faced, hot pink timekeeper and saw that two minutes had gone by. I’d seen Selene run other courses, and I knew she was incredible. This wasn’t going to be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever was. I knew what I could do, and I’d been holding back a little in class. There was no point in showing all of your cards straight out of the gate. You never knew when you needed to put a giant, blonde (my hair was a beautiful white blonde, theirs was a golden blonde…big difference.) shit-sucking, ass-licking, bitch that’s breath smelled like an earring back in their place.
I glanced at Beatrice out of the corner of my eye. Now it was time to play some head games. “Hey Beatrice, why do blondes like lightning?”
She looked confused at my question, “Why?”
“They think someone is taking their picture.” I grinned.
Everyone started laughing, and Beatrice growled. “That’s just stupid. You’re blonde too!”
“Nope, my hair is a lighter shade of pale.” I twirled my long ponytail around my finger. I was definitely a blonde, but that made it even funnier.
“You’re an idiot.” Beatrice snarled.
I wonder if she realized that rage-face made you wrinkle earlier.
“Why does it take longer to build a blonde snowman?”
“I’m not playing your stupid game!” She actually stomped her foot.
I heard a voice yell from the crowd, “Why?”
I recognized the sultry tones of my best friend's voice immediately. “Because you have to hollow out the head.”
Everyone in the crowd started laughing again.
I glanced back at the time, five minutes in. Damn, this freaking course must be jacked. I glanced down at my supple black leather boots.
I really hoped my shoes weren’t fucked for this.
Beatrice’s squeal of rage jerked me out of my thoughts. “Everyone shut up!” Her face was now red with anger.
Just a little more, and her run would be destroyed. I knew I should feel bad, but really, I deserved an award for the shit I’d put up with. Both girls had been asking for this since I got here.
“How does a blonde’s brain cell die?”
I waited because I knew Jasmine wouldn’t let me down, but color me surprised when it was Frosty, John, and Jesse that screamed out collectively, “How?”
I paused for dramatic effect, then grinned at Beatrice, “Alone.”
She screamed, then started in my direction, but stopped suddenly when Selene rolled out of the course, bleeding and covered in mud.
