Careless Magic book 1

Chapter 22

"Pssst....." Avalon tried to get my attention during French, but I did my best to ignore him. "Hey, Eden." He whispered harshly.

"What?" I whispered as softly as possible, realizing I could never be quiet enough to escape Ms. Devereux's stern glare.

"What are you doing tonight?" Although Avalon sat directly behind me during the hour of horror known as French, Ms. Devereux had positioned me at the front of the class; always under the watchful eye of the firm French teacher. I had done my best to catch up, but the woman could not understand a world in which French was not spoken fluently in every home. Since I didn't grow up with parents who spoke multiple languages and summered in the South of France, I thought I had ample excuse to be a bit behind; she saw it differently.

"Nothing. Leave me alone," I whispered even quieter back.

"Good," Avalon replied a little louder than I felt comfortable with.

I turned my attention back to my book work and concentrated as hard as I could on my conjugations. I was sure Avalon had some great plan for the evening. Over the past week and a half I learned to just go along with the adventure; which usually meant an isolated area, usually forestry, working on my magic. Avalon was always very concerned that I was practicing what powers I had.

I never complained and always had fun. I enjoyed learning all of the super-human feats I was capable of. But even more I enjoyed spending time with Avalon. He was always amusing and always adventurous. He was like the exact opposite to how careful and easily-scared I was. We complemented each other well.

"Do you own anything sexy?" Avalon whispered hoarsely to me, striking up another in-class conversation.

"What?" I blurted out, too loudly. My cheeks flamed red and I dropped my pencil on the ground.

"Mr. St. Andrews, Ms. Matthews please continue this inappropriate conversation after class. Merci beaucoup," Ms. Devereux seethed through her strong French accent. I blushed even redder and averted my eyes back to my homework.

As I stared down at the foreign language I could barely understand a small ball of paper landed right in front of me. I expected it to be an apology from Avalon, although I could hear him snickering behind me. I unrolled the wrinkled piece of paper, curious more than anything.

Maybe you should save the dirty talk for private....

I glanced over at Kiran to confirm the sender. He was staring at me with a smaller version of his signature smirk, but something was different about his eyes. I rolled my own eyes at him and gave him my own playful version of a smirk, but he just looked back down at his homework. Instead of feeling irritated like I would have expected, I felt a little bit sad, missing the days when he would have made more sport out of embarrassing me. I realized this sounded twisted, but I was suddenly nervous I had lost his attention.

"I'm sorry, Avalon, did you want to ask me something?" I asked Avalon sarcastically, as he sat down at our regular table. "Because I would appreciate it if you asked me your inappropriate questions here, alone; not in the middle of French class where the teacher already hates me and the entire class is listening in," I pretended to be really upset, but Avalon realized a while ago I was incapable of getting angry with him. He did enjoy trying to make me mad though.

"Oh, calm down," he shook his head and gave me a wide smile, accentuating his dimpled cheeks. His mischievous baby face contradicted strongly with the rest of his toned physique. "If you would use your magic and let me communicate telepathically with you, I wouldn't have to say things loud enough for the entire world to hear."