Academy of Blood and Magic

9🖤

Brandon parked in one of the spots in the student parking lot. A lot of people looked over at us and immediately the whispers began. I noticed Shelbee, Nick, and Tristan milling around by the entrance. They glared over at us.

I shot them the finger and leaned over the console to kiss Brandon, ignoring the stares and whispers from everyone around.

"Have a good day," Brandon said when I pulled back.

I opened my mouth to respond but paused. Tristan was making his way over to the car.

"Brandon," I whispered. "Tristan's coming over here."

Brandon tensed and slowly looked over to see Tristan striding over to us.

Shit.

This was only my second day at this school. I didn't want to be expelled before I'd even finished a week.

Brandon rolled down the window when Tristan stopped in front of the driver's side. "Can we help you?"

"You have a lot of nerve coming here after that shit you started at my house," Tristan seethed, staring down at us with fury.

Brandon raised one eyebrow, his expression cool and calm. "I'm just dropping off my girlfriend. And it was your brother who instigated that fight at your place."

Tristan's face flushed with anger. This was going to get ugly. "He didn't do anything. I swear to god, if you don't leave right now I'm going to call the cops."

"For dropping off my girlfriend?"

Tristan looked over at me and raked his gaze over me. "Are you sure that's a lady right there? Look's more like a bloodsucker's whore to me."

Ah hell no. . .

Before I could even blink or react, Brandon's hand shot out from the window, grabbed Tristan by the front of his shirt, and pulled him forward. His fangs had fully extracted, pointing out his mouth, his eyes now glowing bright crimson.

"What the fuck did you just say?" Brandon growled, his voice low and dangerous. On the verge of attacking.

Tristan's eyes briefly shined with fear, but they faded away, replaced with cool arrogance. "What's the matter, Smith? Can't handle the truth? Bet your whore's been letting other vamps suck on her. Probably has a disease or something. Be careful, she might give it to you."

I laid a warning hand on Brandon's arm. His eyes were glowing an even brighter red, his fangs extending, even more, his mouth opening in a vicious snarl.

"Brandon," I whispered, keeping my voice calm and soothing even though rage was bubbling inside of me as well, fighting to come out and unleash. "Just let it go. He's not worth it."

Brandon's fist tightened on Tristan's shirt, threatening to rip it. His fingernails were starting to grow and curve into claws.

"Brandon," I said again, this time more loud and firm. "Let him go. Don't react to him. He's not worth getting arrested."

"Yeah, Brandon," Tristan mocked in a high-pitched voice that was meant to impersonate me. "I'm not worth it. Oh, please, Brandon, don't get all big, bad, vampire on me. Don't be all scary now."

Brandon growled even louder.

I closed my eyes and cast a spell that was meant to invoke peace and tranquility. I never cast a spell on someone unless it was urgent, and this was a case where it was. Insulting me was one of the few things that would send Brandon into a rage that it was nearly impossible to talk him out of.