Roommate Badboy - Wicked Academy

9

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Silence fell over the dinning hall as the headmistress addressed them.

"Today, we resume the Aerial Trials. You have one hour to prepare. Make sure your brooms are in perfect condition and report to the arena immediately."

A ripple of excitement passed through the students. The Aerial Trials were a crucial part of the competition between factions–a high-speed battle in the sky where skill, teamwork, and precision were tested.

Jason leaned back in his seat, smirking. "Finally, something interesting."

Noah raised an eyebrow. "You say that now, but you look half-dead."

Jason only rolled his eyes, but he knew they were right. His head still pounded faintly from the night before, but nothing would stop him from showing up.

The breakfast had been quick but charged with unspoken excitement. The moment the announcement had been made, the air seemed to crackle. The air buzzed with excitement, and the factions had already gathered, each one brimming with anticipation.

Then something caught his attention. Stella.
She was looking straight at him. The moment their eyes met, she quickly looked away, focusing on her tray. But it was enough.

Jason's grin widened. Caught you.

Jason placed his cup down, stood up, and crossed the room without hesitation. He stopped in front of her, tilting his head.

"It's impolite to stare, you know."

Stella didn't even flinch. She exhaled through her nose and took a sip of her tea. "Or," she said, setting the cup down, "you could stop being in my line of sight."

Jason's smirk widened. A flicker of irritation passed through her eyes, but before she could fire back, a voice cut in.

"It must be exhausting."

Frederick.

He stepped between them, his arms crossed over his chest, looking at Jason like he was barely worth his time. "Carrying that much arrogance on your shoulders all the time."

Jason leaned back lazily in his chair. "And yet, I still move faster than you."

Frederick's expression didn't change, but something in his posture shifted. A silent challenge.

Jason tilted his head, unbothered. "Save your energy for the competition, West. You'll need it."

Frederick gave him a slow, taunting look before turning to Stella. "Let me know when you get tired of him."

Stella stood, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she watched Frederick walk away. "Try not to let your ego weigh you down on your broom."

Jason grinned. "Try not to fall for me in midair, darling."

Before the tension could escalate further, Professor Steinfeld's voice echoed through the field.

"Mount your brooms."

The competition was about to begin.

The students gathered at the field where their brooms were lined up, polished and gleaming under the morning sun. The air buzzed with anticipation as factions adjusted their gear and discussed last-minute strategies.