The Academy - Book One (Published)

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Kayla woke up feeling the aches and pains from yesterday's 'friendly sparring match'.  More like a death match if you ask me, thought Kayla shaking her head.  She'd read about the emphasis placed on the Academy's friendly matches.   Stretching she threw back the awful sand colored covers. Swinging her legs out of the bed she put on a pair of hideous guppy green slippers with little neon orange fish.  Standing up she looked over toward the uninspiring monotone desk and remembered after passing out she didn't know what happened to her hand held.

Thinking back she felt the warmth of a blush creeping up her neck and flooding her caramel cheeks.  After seeing Lucas's impressive body only swathed in towels, she had some really wicked thoughts. Those debauched fantasies had followed her from his suite back into her room.  She'd dreamed of him doing the most depraved and delicious things to her. Shaking her head she didn't need to fantasize on a dream, nothing good would come of it.

She could want Lucas but she could never be more than one of his many bed mates even if she wanted to be with him.  She refused to lose herself, even for a minute, to her lust and desires.  She wanted to be a mother and wife.  She did not aspire to be one of Lucas's many conquest.  Before she was born, it had been whispered that Ah'Tarians didn't want to pollute their blood lines by marrying or having children with outsiders. They could, and would, take paramours from all over the galaxy but they'd never make them their spouse.  It was even thought that Ah'Tarians didn't have feelings, but Kayla didn't believe that.  She was of the opinion that every being in the universe had feelings.

With a sigh she walked through the closet reaching into her duffel bag and grabbed  her last pair of underwear along with a new blue jumpsuit and made her way into the bathroom.  The muscles between her legs felt sore so she wanted to sooth them in a hot bath.  Glancing toward the mirror as she went to the toilet, she absent-mindedly saw her reflection, and whipped her head back toward the mirror. Kayla gasped when she noticed large, purple bruises on her neck and shoulders. She looked down and noticed more of the ugly marks on her ankles and between her thighs.

She thought back to the sparring games and nodded her head in realization then dismissed the bruises believing they were badges of their victory.  The Ah'Tarian, Christopher, did go at them without restraint and they'd still won. Standing up she went to the sink to examine the bruises on her neck, they were a lot deeper in color there than anywhere else on her body.  Shrugging she jumped in the bath, languishing in the water. She stayed in the bath until the water started to get cold.

Once she re-entered the room Kayla noted the sun was starting to rise.  She started toward the door when she saw something on the desk. Walking to the desk she saw her hand held laying there with a message from Tomas on the screen; this device was turned in this morning.  Please report a loss, missing or broken device immediately.   Do Not use your power on it or to locate it.  Be careful with it in the future.  Smiling she picked up the device, slipped on her ankle boots, grabbed her fire blue blazer and left her room.

Kayla walked into the dining area then glancing at her hand held she smiled. It was 08:05 and her first class didn't start until 09:00.  Luckily for her it was in the fine arts building so she had plenty of time. Walking to the buffet she grabbed a plate, then filled it with fruit, toast, bacon and eggs before she headed to an empty bistro table.

"I'm happy to see you're feeling better," drawled a honey sweet voice.

Kayla looked up with her fork halfway to her mouth only to freeze and gawk at Jacob. He was wearing a dark forest green uniform with the second year standard fire green blazer. Both seemed to emphasize his broad shoulders, trim waist and powerful legs.  Jacob's face and athletic physique probably had people throughout the galaxy writing odes about him.  If Lucas could be described as a walking Adonis; Jacob was definitely a walking Pothos. His black hair gleamed, his golden skin and dreamy light brown eyes sparkled under the lights.  Even a blind woman would lust for him. Just staring at him made Kayla's stomach ache like she'd just had too many sweets.  Jacob was eye candy at its most addictive and the fact that he knew it made him even sexier.  Jacob was a walking dream, but unlike Lucas he didn't have the power to steal Kayla's breath and common sense.