Bitten By A Dragon

Chapter 3: The Classroom

The classroom buzzed with quiet chaos. Dragons of all shapes and sizes shuffled into their seats, wings brushing against desks, horns gleaming under the fluorescent lights. The lingering tension from the cafeteria fight was still palpable. Whispers and occasional glances toward Magenta and me made it clear that our earlier spectacle hadn't gone unnoticed.

I slid into my usual spot by the window, the snow outside casting a soft glow over the classroom. Magenta plopped down beside me with her usual air of confidence, casually swinging her tail as if nothing unusual had happened earlier. Her jacket was patched with tape where Violet's claws had torn it, but she wore it like a badge of honor.

"Isn't this cozy," she said, smirking as she unpacked her notebook. "Snow outside, a warm classroom, and everyone staring at us because I gave that prissy cheerleader a reality check. I should slay dragons more often—it's great for my reputation."

I groaned, sinking lower into my seat. "I'd rather not be known as the chubby dragon whose best friend picks fights in the cafeteria."

Magenta grinned. "Better than being the chubby dragon who scored a date with Wave. Speaking of which, how's my little loverboy holding up?"

My cheeks flushed. "We're not talking about that right now."

"Oh, we absolutely are. But I'll give you a break—for now," she teased, winking as the teacher entered the room.

Our instructor, Ms. Sable, was a striking dragoness with scales the color of midnight and horns adorned with intricate silver rings. She moved with an air of authority, her wings tucked neatly behind her, and her voice commanded attention even before she spoke. I could almost hear Magenta's thoughts as her gaze immediately locked onto Ms. Sable's chest. She had never even attempted to hide how infatuated she was with the chests of mature dragons, and Ms. Sable had the most voluptuous chest that she had ever seen in her life, and she had seen many voluptuous chests.

"Good afternoon, class," Ms. Sable began, her deep voice silencing the murmurs. "I hope you've all prepared for today's discussion on dragon law and its implications on our modern society."

The lesson started, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Wave's face drifted into my mind, his stoic face and the warmth of his hand as he adjusted the scarf around my neck. Was this really happening? Was I actually going on a date with the most popular dragon in school? My stomach fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves. I felt like I needed to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming.

Magenta nudged me with her elbow, snapping me back to reality. "Daydreaming about him already?" she whispered, her grin mischievous.

"Shut up," I muttered, trying to focus on Ms. Sable's lecture.

Nearby, the shy dragoness sitting behind Magenta fidgeted nervously. Her pale yellow scales shimmered faintly under the classroom lights, and her violet eyes darted toward Magenta every few seconds. Her name was Lavender, a quiet and reserved dragon who always seemed on the verge of saying something but never quite managed to.

"Um, Magenta," Lavender said softly, her voice barely audible over the scratching of claws on notebooks.

Magenta turned halfway in her seat, raising an eyebrow. "What's up, Lavender?"

Lavender blushed, her claws fiddling with the edge of her notebook. "I... uh... I just wanted to say that... um... your fight with Violet was really impressive."

Magenta chuckled. "Yeah, well, someone had to put her in her place. I'm glad that you were entertained."

Lavender's blush deepened. "It wasn't just entertaining... I mean, it was inspiring. You're so... confident and strong."