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Fumi: 8

Magic Class. Yep, First class after lunch is none other than Magic class. Magic class is important because of self-defense and healing. Yeah right, Like I need those.

"Hey, Myrtle." Someone whispered. I looked behind me, and it was Tyler.

"What?" I whispered back.

"Roger wants to put us on a suicide mission to save Myrtle, why are you coming? I thought you hated my girl."
"I do hate her, bozo. I'm aiming for ending Jandira's existence, don't think I'm doing this for a good deed."

Tyler smirked then it faded. 

"Right beside you is Harold." He faced the blonde guy next to me. "Hey, Fruit Brute."

The guy scowled and faced Tyler.

"What do you want, Veggie face?"
I rolled my eyes at their so lame name-calling.
"You. Me. Aquarius Garden. 9pm. Got it?" Tyler said glaring.

"I'll be there, no Jameine, so no rescue for you." Harold said as he smirked, This guy's good.

Tyler attempted to jump on him but Mr. Sam, our teacher, cleared his throat and they both sunk back on their seats. I smirked at Tyler and he glared at me.

~8:57pm- At Aquarius Garden~

"What the hell am I even doing here?" I said crossing my arms, leaning against the Olympus Prep flag pole and watching Tyler as he paced in front of me. He was wearing black Jagger jeans, with brown leather jacket over  plain white T-shirt. In a way, he looked hot, but considering how we treat each other like dirt, there's no way I could fall for his hotness.

"We have to tell him everything privately, otherwise it could spread into widespread panic throughout the school." Ty said.

"Having your nurse as an undercover witch, getting the cafeteria roof off with a giant castle and losing a princess, already caused a widespread panic throughout the school, psycho!" I replied rolling my eyes.

He sighed, but still kept pacing.

"Why are you wearing a dress in the middle of the night?" 

I looked down at my outfit, I was only in a blue mini skirt, with a black floral top and a long brown sweater.
"It's not that bad." I said.

"Too skimpy. Aren't you worried if perverted princes may chase after you?"

I rolled my eyes, "I could kill them in a heartbeat. Why are you even bothered by my outfit? You should be worried about your girlfriend."
He stopped pacing.

"I'm here, Tyler." 

A blonde guy in sky blue checkered polo, over plain navy blue shirt, and blue maong pants went to Tyler. 

"Harold. you made it past Royal patrols. Nice." Tyler said.

"Yeah, it was really hard, but luckily a dog passed by and I made my escape." Harold replied.

"No, it isn't." I said making them look at me. "It's not hard to escape guards. This is just your first time."
"You must be the troublesome princess. I'm Harold Jackson, prince of Weston. " Harold said.

Tyler put a hand on Harold's shoulder, "She is, her name's Myrtle. We need you to come with us."
Harold backed up, "Whoa man, if you're planning to cheat on Jameine, I am not going to get into both of your craziness. Jameine's pretty sweet to be cheated on."
"Say what?" I said.

Silence. 

"I do not love this guy, much less like him! We're here to ask you a favor of coming with us to- save your precious Jameine." I shivered.