8. Assholes

Assholes

GAbrIELLA

I gave the class my best effort, trying not to look like a complete idiot as the teacher, Mr Brightwood - the sleaze, droned on about the history of Elemental powers and the reasons it’s supposed to remain a secret from humans. I almost laughed out loud as he said that part. After all, I’m human and I’m in their school. Although the fact that I somehow ended up blinking and crossing an entire room in the blink of an eye, has me second guessing the human part. Then again, one of those guys could have teleported me, I guess.

I’ll just keep my eyes open, see what else I can find out, worst case scenario, I end up being expelled for not being good enough to pass any classes. Best case scenario, I can gather evidence against these freaks and make enough money selling the story to finally get away from this state and the pricks who run it.

The class stampedes out the door once more, everyone eager to get away from the creepy teacher. I can’t understand why no one has dealt with him before now, it’s not like we’re all little kids who can’t tell a teacher no. My head was about exploded with rage when he entered the room and looked like he was going to cream his pants over someone sitting in the front row. I gave him my best fuck off glare and he practically shrunk into himself. If he’s that piss weak, why the hell are people afraid of him?

Curious, I linger until the trio of hotties, Jamie, Drew and Parker, file down the aisle to the door, “Not sure why you all are scared of the creep. He seems like a pussy compared to you three.” My tongue glues to the roof of my mouth as the three of them perk up acting as though I’ve just complimented them. “Then again, I suppose immature wannabes like you would be scared of a pansy ass teacher who thinks he’s entitled to whatever he wants.” I smirk and turn my back on them, “Like usually recognises like.” I say just loud enough for them to hear.

“Hey now, we’re nothing like that creep.” Drew snaps as he steps into my line of sight.

“Really, you ran into me on purpose, hit on me with the most pathetic line and then knelt in the grass like a kicked puppy after being rejected.” I glance back at the door to the classroom. “Sounds a lot like the creep back there.”

“That wasn’t me, that was my brother.”

“Now see, you’re just proving my point. You think just because we just met, I can’t tell the difference between the two of you. He’s got a freckle right there…” I poke him in the face, pointing out the empty spot near his lip. “You don’t have one.” He shocks the hell out of me by grabbing my hand and pressing a kiss to my palm. I’m melting at the tender press of his lips. Anyone else and I’d be falling for his charms, but I was warned and I’m not stupid enough to ignore a warning like the one I got this morning. Wrenching my hand away, I turn to Jamie, “You going to show me where to go for lunch or are you as big of a douche as the lesser twin?”

His booming laugh startles me enough that I have to do a double take. The pair of them are absolutely gorgeous; both have the same chameleon hazel eyes, the mop of hair on their heads is blonde with brown tips and just long enough to cover their eyes and ears, I can see the buzz cut at the back of their heads that makes them look like they have thinner hair than they do but it’s their dimpled smirks that leave me a jittery mess. Not that I’ll ever let them know that. Especially since Samantha warned me what they’re really like: Assholes with a capital A.

There’s no way I’ll fall for their bullshit. Nope, not a chance.

Of course, I never was good at lying to myself.