CHAPTER 6- TAZ
(THEN)
SITTING INone of the sequestered study rooms in the Union library is lame.Even lamer is the fact that I got detention during Saturday spellcasting school.Why do I even have to be here?We’ve been tasked to quietly read about hexes for a whole hour.
And the lamest fact of all?Luther Westbrook, the golden child himself, is actually doing it.
He sits at the adjacent wooden table, silently reading.Gazing at his muscular neck is making my throat dry.Somehow, being quiet in his presence makes the time feel longer.So I go about my favorite pastime, pestering him.
“That book is boring.”I sit down on his table.He grants me one quick glance before staring at the pages again.
“We’re supposed to be?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I say, waving his words away.“Professor wants us to quietly read as punishment.Just because we were practicing moving dirt with spells.”
“I was practicing,” he mutters.“You were just messing around, challenging me to see who could make the biggest earth wall.”
“And you accepted,” I retort with a smirk.
“Yeah, well, that’s why we’re both here.”
“It’s lame if you ask me.This is spellcasting school.You should be able to cast spells, it’s in the name!”
He snorts.“I know, right?Asking us not to use our powers?”
“It’s counterintuitive,” we both say at the same time.
This makes him dart up and stare at me in shock.The moment hangs in the air?we both finally agreed on something.
After a few seconds, Luther bristles and goes back to reading his book.Returning to swinging my legs back and forth, I say, “Hey, I got a fun hypothetical question.A real sexy one, too.”
“I’m ignoring you,” he says in a low, sing-song voice.
“Where is like, the ideal place to lose your virginity?”
At this, Luther freezes and looks up at me again.It’s…adorable.Maybe I’m something other than straight, perhaps I’m bisexual or gay.But Luther certainly isn’t, so I can’t dwell on that.Still, messing with him and getting those brown eyes to stare at me is a fulfillment like no other.
“Wha…wha…what?”he stammers.
“I already know where I want it to happen.How about you?”
He’s still frozen, gaping at me.“Where do you want your first shag?”I ask.
He sputters and looks down.Clenching his fists, he mutters, “Who says I haven’t yet?”
“It’s no big deal.I haven’t yet.Too busy with spell school.Who has time for a social life?”
“I hear that,” he replies, still looking down.The thrill of him agreeing with me in this tiny room is unlike any other magic.
“So, like, where do you want to do it?”I’m sure he can hear me grinning.
“I…I don’t…”
“Unless you and Necia have done it already,” I say with a smirk.
“No!”he answers quickly.After glaring at me, he looks back down, avoiding my gaze.He hasn’t turned the page of his book at all, the entire time I’ve sat here.
“Necia and I are just friends.”
