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Kramylor
H oly fuck. My match is Instructor Fry’s match? I’ve heard so many rumors around school about her. People say the scars on her are all self-inflicted, just like she did that one day. Instructor Fry says that she was attacked. She doesn’t act like some women who do all kinds of crazy shit for attention. Most of them would fucking hurry and spill everything just to get some attention. She doesn’t want to say anything. Gods, the way she was reacting when we came in. I can still feel the way her body was trembling when I picked her up. Fucking Faith has all but adopted her as a sister already, and the little squirt spilled my secret. Shit.
If I hadn’t come with Faith, because she dragged me here with her. I would have never known. It’s not like I’m going out of my way to find my match. I get the appeal of it and all, but just wasn’t going to lose my mind trying to find her. Now that I have though, I don’t know what to do. There’s no relationship I have to end, because all the girls here are so fucking full of themselves it’s a major turnoff.
Does she need five of us? I mean fuck, the big dude is probably more like three people. I felt the pull and the draw to her, just like my dad said I would when I found her. I just don’t know what to do about it. Fuck, maybe if I knew more about her, it would help make this decision easier?
I sit down at their table and Faith sits down next to me, glaring at the men on the other side of it. Yeah, maybe hearing more about all of this will help. The one with the glasses keeps looking over at me. Yeah dude, guess I’m number five, though. I’m still not sure how I feel about it. I look over at her other matches; I don’t really know much about them; they are shifters and are a semester behind me, but that’s pretty much it. I know Instructor Fry because I’ve been in his class the four semesters I’ve been here. Dude is fucking ruthless when he wants to be, and so many of my classmates dream about him murdering them in their sleep if they can’t access their magic. Shit is funny. So I’ve stayed there, pretended I couldn’t feel my magic and couldn’t find it. I know he can see some of it, but I try to keep it lighter, like I’m feeding on some happier dreams, and other times I let it go dark. Just to keep him on his toes.
He walks out, pulling Farlen behind him. I thought Faith was the smallest girl in the entire fucking world, but no, of course my match is. I wonder what her parents were to make her that small? Mom’s a pixie, and Faith’s dad is a wraith, and she took after him in the race department. She obviously got Mom's height, but even Mom is taller than Faith. My dad is a demon, hence where my race comes from. So who are Farlen's parents, and which one did she take after?
Fry sets her down next to him and all her guys start putting food on a plate and pass it to her. That’s all they are going to give her? Fucking Faith eats three times that amount. Faith is glaring at all of them again. She’s going to have these guys chasing their tails soon. She may be little, but holy fuck, you don’t want to be on her bad side. One time when we were little, I went into her room and hid all her makeup. That was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. She found them, and for the next fucking year, every time I woke up, I had to clean makeup off my face.
Farlen starts to eat and all her guys are looking at Faith. Well, at least they have some manners. Faith piles up a plate of food and starts to eat. Everyone else then starts getting a lot of food. All of Farlens' guys keep looking at her when she eats something. Glasses guy nods his head or shakes his head. Whatever, not my business, it could be, but I’m still not sure what I want to do. Farlen pushes her plate away from her, and it’s still half fucking full. Is that all she eats? No wonder she’s so fucking tiny. Faith said you could see her ribs and all of her spine when they were in class together. Is she starving herself? All her guys are smiling at her. She ate food, get a grip. It’s not like she brought back the dead. So I guess just another manipulative female, trying to get as many powerful men around her as she can. The glasses guy slams his fork down on the table and is glaring at me. The fuck is his problem? I roll my eyes at him.
Faith, never one to like the quiet starts talking while she is chewing the little fucking heathen. Mom still yells at her about it all the time.
“So, Farlen said Instructor Fry would tell me what happened to her. So start spilling the beans, man. I know you asked her if she said that and I already know what she said, so dish, man.”
Thanks sis, I was wondering if they were ever going to tell us.
“We will get to it soon, Faith,” Glasses’ guy says, “But before we tell Kramylor anything, he’s going to have to have his match blood work confirmed and then he’ll have to answer a single question from us.”
The fuck?
Faith looks over at me and shrugs. “Sure, it would be nice to have something to hold over the big oaf. So eat your food, dumbass, and get out of here!”
Little shit, she’s lucky I love her. Maybe she’ll tell me what they say later and then it will help me make my damn decision. If they aren’t going to tell me shit, no reason to stay here, I stand up and head to the door. I wonder if anyone is having any juicy dreams tonight I can feast on?