Fairies, and Witches, and Dragons, oh my!

Love Bites

Hey, babe where are you?

in the locker room

Well, hurry up.

no

Seriously?

don't wanna study

Don't wanna graduate is more like it.

cant we just fool around instead?

No.

pleeeeaaaaassssseee

With every text you send, I am adding a no-sex day to your week.

Coming!

Layla chuckled as she pocketed her holo phone. It really was too easy sometimes to motivate her.... girlfriend? No that doesn't sound right . Fuck, buddy? Ew, too frat boy . Paramore? Ok, worst one so far .

Whatever the hell they were it was still easy enough to motivate Stormy. Especially since her primary needs revolved around eating and fucking.

A wind picked up sending a few strands of loose shining curls across her face. She brushed them aside while cursing at the grit that was caught in her eyes. Layla used the back of her hand to wipe it out, just in time to catch the stares of some aspiring heroes.

There were two of them. Bulky, and wearing the Red Foutain training uniform. A formal look; equipped with a cape and expensive weaponry. The uniforms were topped with square jaws and neatly trimmed hair.

The taller of the two made a move toward Layla but was cut off by his companion. Arm out they aggressively shook their head, fear draining their face of color. They then backed the both of them down a different path. Far away from her.

Layla snorted and shook her head. It seemed Stormy's warning about her being off limits to Red Foutain students was working. Which was totally a dick move and completely toxic... if it wasn't so hot.

Entertainment now gone and still waiting Layla played with the zipper at the top of her shirt. She surveyed the Red Foutain campus underwhelmed by the exterior. It was clinical. Everything measured out perfectly, with nothing out of place. It was disgusting.

Layla had always been a natured based girl. Green cargo pants and cropped sweatshirts with sneakers. Sneakers meant to run and tumble through the wilderness; not walk the campus of a pompous school.

Even her hair was wild. Black curls loose and shimmering with a glint of turquoise that matched her eyes. Wild in appearance and personality meant she clashed with the more restrained. Like Red Foutain. Here, every person here was uninformed and sparkling. Slick hair, slick skin, slick attitudes. Trained to be heroes in every arrogant sense of the word.

" Layla! "

A shout rang through the courtyard, breaking through her thoughts. The girl in question smiled. Her most awaited companion jogged over, though the closer the other ran the more Layla's enthusiasm faltered. Stormy's usual afro was gone. Replaced instead, with short, thick, cornrows.

"What happened here?" Layla asked. The other girl close enough for her to twirl one of the rows around her finger. The scratchy black surface a contrast to her clay-colored fingers.

"This?" The other girl questioned cradling Layla's questing fingers. "I do this when I train sometimes. Don't worry I'll take them out while we study."

"Promise? Pinky promise Stormy?" Layla demanded.