Academy of Blood and Magic

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"How's it going?" Isaac asked and leaned a little too close for comfort towards me.

I frowned and leaned away. "I would be a lot better if you'd back up a little bit."

"I'm just admiring your hair. How long did it take to dye it?"

"A long time."

He still wasn't moving backward. "What's your natural hair color?"

"Blonde. Seriously, please move away from me. I don't like people this close to me."

He leaned away. "Sorry. It's just, I'm intrigued."

"Intrigued by what?"

"You. Or, more the fact that you've been able to tolerate Brandon for this long."

"How do you know Brandon?"

"A long, boring story reserved for another time. But I will tell you, he's an arrogant pain in the ass and I'd advise you to run away from him as fast as you can."

"You must be talking about another person. He's nothing like that."

"Isn't your Brandon a vampire? Tall? Is his middle name Spencer? Full name Brandon Spencer Smith? Lives by the community college? Can be hot-headed? Has big, brown eyes that you'd die for? A -"

"Alright, fine, you know him, but he's probably changed from the last time you met him. Or it could have been under terrible circumstances."

He raised an eyebrow. "People don't change that easily, you know."

The teacher, Mrs. Morris started class, preventing me from making a comeback. I frowned as I filled out the worksheet assigned to us after her lecture. I couldn't get over what Isaac had told me and thought back, trying to remember if Brandon ever mentioned someone named Isaac, but I couldn't recall. I was definitely going to ask him when we went out later.

I glanced at Isaac out of the corner of my eye. He was bent over his desk, eyes glued to his paper, his brow furrowed in concentration, no longer trying to pester me.

Obviously, he didn't like Brandon. I wondered if they had some kind of feud going on between them. If there was, why wouldn't Brandon ever mention it?

I glanced up at the clock on the wall and cursed under my breath. We only had fifteen minutes left and I still had over half of the assignment to complete.

I started jotting down answers left and right and barely managed to finish before the final bell rang.

Isaac got up and left before I could say anything else to him. What I would say to him, I had no idea, but I felt like I should, perhaps to defend Brandon. I gathered my stuff and paused by the doorway. I watched him walk down the hallway, his stride cool and confident.

I had no idea what to make of him and had a feeling I was going to be seeing a lot of him.

In my fifth period class, we went over the magic of teleportation. That was the one field I always had difficulty with, but luckily we went over the stuff I did know about this and I knew I'd be able to catch on quickly. Nothing was required of me. Yet. I made a mental note to study teleportation when I got home before Brandon came by to pick me up.

After the fifth period, it was lunch. I followed the throng of students to the cafeteria, which was huge, a lot bigger than the one at my other school. Long, glass tables sat in rows across the rooms with folding chairs pulled up to them. There was a long line at the food stations and I went ahead and took a seat. I always waited until the line died down before going up there.