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Bevin Shaw was a fucking bimbo .

Oh right… Bevin Millen was a fucking bimbo.

Whatever.

I hated her before I knew she was a Shaw, but I was not surprised to learn she was from one of those elitist, spoiled families who were relics of our toxic history and should all be blown up. Instead, they clawed for power and kept the rest of us down. It was so obvious to anyone with a fucking brain.

And unfortunately, too many witches and warlocks didn’t have one.

It’s uncouth to have our familiars with us all of the time and at classes? Oh right, that has nothing to do with trying to keep us from being as powerful as them. Sure, sure.

Like why bother training us if they rig the system so badly? Just so we can be servants and workhorses for them?

Yeah, no thanks.

And our “leaders” didn’t do a damn thing about it. They cared about their own power and their egos punishing people.

They could fuck themselves as well.

That was all the big stuff that no one could handle on their own. It was generations of bad decisions and idiots being in charge of too much.

But Bevin Millen? She was something I could get involved with and handle myself. She needed it.

People would say I was jealous and it was all about that. No, it wasn’t.

Was I jealous? Yes.

Full stop. I was jealous. She came from money and was gorgeous.

But good for her. Truly. If she was nice and wasn’t a fucking bimbo that made all women look bad, I wouldn’t have cared. I wouldn’t.

Except she was a bimbo, and I wanted to take her woman card back, embarrassed she was one of us.

Plus, she was a fucking liar. The whole shtick that she was innocent of it all and didn’t deserve the shit she got was crap. She was a bitch. She might have had the guys fooled because they were so busy staring at her body in the scraps of fabric she called clothes, but I knew the truth.

The first day of freshman seminar I realized she was all alone and didn’t know anyone. I felt bad for her and went over to her to introduce myself and invite her to join me and my friend.

She gave me a look to fuck off like why was I daring to talk to her after I barely said two words. Seriously. The look she gave me stopped me cold in my tracks it was so bitchy.

And then she snickered when I walked away. Like I’d lost something in her eyes by giving up? Not trying harder to talk to her?

I wasn’t sure, but I was really sure I didn’t fucking care. The pick-me girl could sit and spin. She would whine about not having female friends to the growing number of men she was toying with and just prove me right about her.

Seriously.

And while I never, not ever condoned when men treated us poorly and went over the line… Women needed to not poke bears over and over again and then play the victim when they got bitten.

There was a girl like that in my high school. She was… Fucking insane didn’t cover it. Sadistic for sure. She picked the nicest guy ever and fucked with him for months until he snapped. She was all over him and then became abusive. I’d seen her slap him across the face more than once because he didn’t do something she wanted.

The guy should have had more respect for himself because he’d let it all happen, scampering after her just because she was pretty. In the end, he snapped. He smacked her around after she got naked and once again said he couldn’t have her after getting him all wound up.

And the sheep called him a monster. They pitied her for the rest of the year and he was kicked out.

What he did was wrong. Hitting was never okay. Full stop.

But come on, he wasn’t a monster. She was the demon who poked and goaded him the whole way into his descent into madness. For fuck’s sake.

That was Bevin Millen.

She was not as innocent as people thought.

And I wasn’t talking about how she didn’t have her purity anymore. Fuck that. The whole “purity” thing was such a sexist trope of bullshit. It was framed that way to keep women down and mistreated. The “innocence” and other bullshit when it was just sex for men… It was all a huge crock of shit in a sexist society with too many tiny penises.

No, I was talking about the fact she gave it to her professor like a stupid slut.

A professor seven years older than her who clearly wanted her young stupid ass for… Well, sex to start. But more since she was powerful being from a top-tier family. He was disgusting. All his talk that he was careful and didn’t want any misunderstandings was just gross.

Because it was clear he was fucking his student. He was just about picturing her naked in class while giving us that bullshit.

Hell, probably hoping to screw her on his desk like some bad romance novel.

Or he already had.

Oh gross. I was never touching that gross.

Either way, she was the ultimate embodiment of Britney Spears’s “Oops, I Did It Again.”

So yeah, I hated her. It was honestly amusing to watch her be completely lost in Spell Circles 101. She took notes in Intro to Familiars, but since she didn’t have one anymore… It was clear why she chose that professor to spread her legs for. Yes, she had power. We all saw it, and only an idiot could deny she had something going on.

But the bimbo didn’t understand it and was stupid enough to flaunt it. Clearly, she’d had a familiar and it had died. That was the only way she could now connect with other familiars. All the other theories and crazy were just that… Crazy. More from the sheep who didn’t know how to use their fucking brains for anything.

It was amusing to watch her sit alone during lunch after she’d snubbed me. She looked pathetic and like the freak she was, but now she had a harem of men slobbering after her.

Honestly, it still made her look pathetic, but she would never understand that. They only came after her for her looks.

It was true and no one could tell me otherwise or they were just lying to themselves. If she was ugly, none of those guys would have given her a second glance. They could lie that her being sweet and sitting with the huge owl on campus caught their eye, but it was bullshit.

It was her huge tits she flaunted. Her pert butt that I wanted instead of my flat nothing. Her long blonde hair that was from a fucking shampoo commercial.

They noticed all of that . Not her soul or any other bullshit.

And certainly not her intelligence.

She didn’t have any.

People picked on her all of the time and she didn’t even understand it. Again, I would have normally felt bad for her or stepped in—I’d done that when she’d been all alone. The bully cliché shit was so 2000s.

But a lot of times it wasn’t even mean and she gave people looks like they were shit. That was how I knew she wasn’t innocent.

Anyone with a brain did.

Someone had asked who she was. Something totally normal when we were in an extra small freshman-only seminar. It wasn’t mean. Just a quick, “I don’t know her, do you? Have you seen her before?”

Completely nothing.

And the princess gave them a look to fucking die and snorted like they weren’t fit to speak her name.

Like… Seriously?

I couldn’t wait to see her looks fade and then she’d be nothing. She was gorgeous now, but that would fade. These guys would fuck her and get tired of what was between her legs because there was nothing between her ears .

Did I feel bad that someone drugged her and tried to rape her?

Yes. Yes, of course , I did. No one deserved that. No matter how much I thought she made women look bad and was a conniving bitch—no one deserved that. And she couldn’t have even done anything to the bastard when it was when they first met.

If the rumors were true and her family was involved—then that explained why she was messed up. I could even forgive her some of her hostility. I really could.

But I was over the innocent doe-eyed act and acting like she was someone deep as opposed to the rest of us basic bitches. Gag me.

Still, I didn’t get involved in the drama. I didn’t tear her down—nothing like that. I wasn’t the jerk or villain here no matter how people would paint me because her good looks didn’t influence me and I had a brain of my own, so I didn’t just agree with the sheep.

However , I did privately like some of the shit she got. Guys trying to beat her up in class? No. Nothing like that.

The teacher rolling his eyes when she asks a stupid question? Yes. That I enjoyed.

Hell, I agreed with the teacher’s mumbling later wondering how she got into Morrigan. I wondered the same when super basic principles in Spell Circles 101 confused Bevin.

When the sexist asshole, Coach Dunham, barked for Bevin to go with him after class, alone with his male aides… I found myself slowing down and not going right into the locker room like normal. No, something felt off about that.

I wasn’t the only one who felt that way because a group gathered outside of his office.

My blood boiled as I listened.

“She’s finally getting what she deserves,” someone snickered.

“Why does she deserve this?” I snapped, toning it back when several people gave me a shocked look. “He’s a sexist ass, and it could be any of us next. I don’t care if you hate or even have beef with her—he’s way out of line speaking to her like that. She’s a bitch in heat? That’s grotesque, and him doing it with his backup of men—”

“Yeah, you’re right,” a woman admitted. “I didn’t think of it like that. She’s just so…” She shook her head.

“They’re not smacking her around or doing anything she doesn’t deserve,” one of the guys defended. “If you guys weren’t so weak and—”

“He’s the teacher and paid to have a safe learning environment,” I snapped. “Instead, he’s in there with other adult men who influence her grades and are demeaning her. Sexually. Personally. That’s not about us being weak. That’s about Coach’s tiny penis and issues, and if you can’t understand that, I feel sorry for whatever woman you trick into dating you, loser.”

I stormed off, unable to watch the train wreck anymore.

And disappointed in Bevin for just standing there and taking that. Seriously, she was making us all look bad! She was too fucking stupid to understand the insults and then just stood there and took that bullshit for everyone to laugh at her.

Our position was rocky enough at Morrigan with all the sexism. There was a petition last year that women stopped being let in because we weren’t worthy of the best and she was just giving fuel to those sentiments.

She should have walked out of there and reported it to her advisor or the dean, demanded some sort of meeting or informed them that she was recording the conversation. Anything other than stand there and let that sexist asshole hurl insults at her while his aides chuckled like she was a slut bimbo.

For fuck’s sake!

Then we learned Nigel was worked over by guys in our class. People were talking about it at dinner, and I almost snapped again but managed to keep my cool when I told the sheep they were wrong.

“You really need to stop acting like you’re her new best friend if you want to have any sort of—” the bitch who hassled Bevin fired at me from the next table.

“I’m not her best friend and I don’t care to be,” I said evenly, acutely aware of the eyes on me. “I’ve also never had a conversation with the woman, so she’s not my enemy. And I’m certainly not obsessed with her because I’m here to learn and I’m not petty to tear into women if I’m jealous over them.”

She opened her mouth to blast me, but I continued like I didn’t notice or that others around us went quiet.

“But Nigel is practically the nicest guy in our class,” I said firmly. “He was helping people move in and carrying mini fridges and heavy shit for half of the women in the freshman dorm. He’s a proper gentleman who respects women as he should. So he doesn’t deserve to get his ass kicked by assholes because he protected a woman they were ganging up on.

“And the school needs to do better protecting us. If it wasn’t her, it could be any one of us someone wanted to start rumors about. You’re calling her a whore and slut because someone overheard her ask for a pregnancy test. After she was drugged? I’d get one even if I didn’t think I was raped. That was a knockout potion.

“Why would I trust anyone on this campus if it’s toxic enough to cheer that a nice guy gets beaten up for protecting a woman? Like her or not, that’s what he did. He was nice and protected someone who needed it. And you think that behavior should be punished?” I snorted, not hiding my disdain for once. “I think that makes you part of the problem around here.”

One of my friends hurried to jump in when she saw the woman was going to lay into me. “Yeah, Nigel’s a sweetie. He helped me when the cart broke and—he offered to carry in the case of water we picked up the other day. Like he’s just nice to everyone. I really hope he’s okay.”

I focused on that and looked away from the bitch. “I’m sure they have great healers here. If he’s in class tomorrow, we can ask if he needs anything.”

Her cheeks flushed, and I realized she had a bit of a crush on him.

Oh boy.

Well, she was a better option than Bevin, but he probably wouldn’t listen to sanity or take this as a hint to ditch the bimbo.

Hopefully, he didn’t regret it in the end or end up turning into a monster like that other nice guy I knew in high school a predator fucked with until he snapped.