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I dug my schedule out of my back pocket and smoothed it open as we headed back inside. “Lineage, Professor Lopez.”
“ Eww. Boring.” Cambria wrinkled her nose. “I can’t believe they’re making you take that.”
“ Why?”
“ It’s a freshman class,” she said.
“ But it’s a requirement if she’s going to graduate,” said Logan.
“ Sucks to be you,” Cambria said. “But it’s on the way to my class so I’ll walk you there.”
Logan checked his watch. “I better get going. Calculus is at the other end. I’ll see you guys later." He shuffled away with his bulging backpack and disappeared into the crowd.
I turned and followed Cambria down a different hallway that led behind the staircase. While we walked, she peered over my shoulder at my classes.
“ Looks like we have math and history together, so I’ll meet you after and we can go there together,” she said.
“ What class do you have now?” I asked.
“ PT. Physical Training,” she said. “The rest of us have more physical training than you do. I guess they’re letting you get caught up in all the classes you missed.”
“ I’m sure I’ll make up for it with Alex,” I said.
Cambria shot me a sideways look, letting her bangs fall away from her eyes, and stared at me. “Alex Channing?”
“ I think so. He’s going to be my tutor. Headmaster Whitfield said I need to work with him to get caught up.”
“ Oh em gee. That boy is magically delicious.” Cambria sighed and leaned against the wall behind her, a faraway look in her eyes.
“ He’s okay,” I said. I didn’t want to admit she was right, that Alex was definitely easy on the eyes, especially after how crappy he’d been this morning.
She snapped her gaze back to mine. “Okay? He is more than okay and you get to work with him every day. I officially feel no sympathy for you. I wish I was the new kid.”
She leaned against the wall again, pretending to swoon, and I laughed. Then the bell rang and she straightened. “You better get in there. I’ll see you after. Time to go run off all this tension you’ve given me. Later,” she called, as she jogged down the hallway.
I slipped into the classroom as the teacher reached over to close the door. A short, balding man with a paisley tie and thick glasses peered at me. His lips were so thin they all but disappeared, but he managed to purse them in annoyance.
“ You must be Miss Godfrey." His voice was surprisingly deep for such a small man.
“ Yes, sir. Sorry I’m late.”
“ You weren’t. If you were, I’d have already closed the door and you wouldn’t be permitted inside.”
I didn’t really know what to say to that so I nodded and waited while the teacher drifted back towards his desk. Behind me, I could hear a few quiet snickers, but I didn’t turn. I didn’t want to see it.
The teacher turned back to me and held out a thick red textbook. “I’m Professor Lopez. Here’s your book. You may take a seat and follow along.”
I nodded and turned to scan for an empty seat. It wasn’t hard to find one. Most of the seats were empty. Only about six were filled. Unfortunately, one of the six was a brunette I’d seen shadowing Victoria. The one with lashes that drooped under the weight of her mascara.
I took the empty desk furthest from her and turned to the page Professor Lopez called out.
“ Today we are reviewing the Wilhelm line, starting with Jacob Aster. Can anyone tell me what he is known for?” Professor Lopez asked.
A single hand went up.
“ Miss Lawler,” Professor Lopez called.
A petite brunette with a French braid spoke up. “Jacob Wilhelm is responsible for coordinating and executing the Boston cleanup of 1868.”
“ Correct,” Professor Lopez said, turning to make notes on the board.
When his back was turned, a small folded piece of paper landed on my desk. I grabbed it and looked around but no one was looking at me. I unfolded the piece of paper, careful to keep my
I dug my schedule out of my back pocket and smoothed it open as we headed back inside. “Lineage, Professor Lopez.”
“ Eww. Boring.” Cambria wrinkled her nose. “I can’t believe they’re making you take that.”
“ Why?”
“ It’s a freshman class,” she said.
“ But it’s a requirement if she’s going to graduate,” said Logan.
“ Sucks to be you,” Cambria said. “But it’s on the way to my class so I’ll walk you there.”
Logan checked his watch. “I better get going. Calculus is at the other end. I’ll see you guys later." He shuffled away with his bulging backpack and disappeared into the crowd.
I turned and followed Cambria down a different hallway that led behind the staircase. While we walked, she peered over my shoulder at my classes.
“ Looks like we have math and history together, so I’ll meet you after and we can go there together,” she said.
“ What class do you have now?” I asked.
“ PT. Physical Training,” she said. “The rest of us have more physical training than you do. I guess they’re letting you get caught up in all the classes you missed.”
“ I’m sure I’ll make up for it with Alex,” I said.
Cambria shot me a sideways look, letting her bangs fall away from her eyes, and stared at me. “Alex Channing?”
“ I think so. He’s going to be my tutor. Headmaster Whitfield said I need to work with him to get caught up.”
“ Oh em gee. That boy is magically delicious.” Cambria sighed and leaned against the wall behind her, a faraway look in her eyes.
“ He’s okay,” I said. I didn’t want to admit she was right, that Alex was definitely easy on the eyes, especially after how crappy he’d been this morning.
She snapped her gaze back to mine. “Okay? He is more than okay and you get to work with him every day. I officially feel no sympathy for you. I wish I was the new kid.”
She leaned against the wall again, pretending to swoon, and I laughed. Then the bell rang and she straightened. “You better get in there. I’ll see you after. Time to go run off all this tension you’ve given me. Later,” she called, as she jogged down the hallway.
I slipped into the classroom as the teacher reached over to close the door. A short, balding man with a paisley tie and thick glasses peered at me. His lips were so thin they all but disappeared, but he managed to purse them in annoyance.
“ You must be Miss Godfrey." His voice was surprisingly deep for such a small man.
“ Yes, sir. Sorry I’m late.”
“ You weren’t. If you were, I’d have already closed the door and you wouldn’t be permitted inside.”
I didn’t really know what to say to that so I nodded and waited while the teacher drifted back towards his desk. Behind me, I could hear a few quiet snickers, but I didn’t turn. I didn’t want to see it.
The teacher turned back to me and held out a thick red textbook. “I’m Professor Lopez. Here’s your book. You may take a seat and follow along.”
I nodded and turned to scan for an empty seat. It wasn’t hard to find one. Most of the seats were empty. Only about six were filled. Unfortunately, one of the six was a brunette I’d seen shadowing Victoria. The one with lashes that drooped under the weight of her mascara.
I took the empty desk furthest from her and turned to the page Professor Lopez called out.
“ Today we are reviewing the Wilhelm line, starting with Jacob Aster. Can anyone tell me what he is known for?” Professor Lopez asked.
A single hand went up.
“ Miss Lawler,” Professor Lopez called.
A petite brunette with a French braid spoke up. “Jacob Wilhelm is responsible for coordinating and executing the Boston cleanup of 1868.”
“ Correct,” Professor Lopez said, turning to make notes on the board.
When his back was turned, a small folded piece of paper landed on my desk. I grabbed it and looked around but no one was looking at me. I unfolded the piece of paper, careful to keep my
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