A soft pop brings my attention to Clemmentime who’s glaring at Professor Misael’s back as he speaks with Brynsyn. Her hands are propped up on her hips and her eyes promise hell. She pops her gum once more before looking at me.
“I don’t like him,” she remarks.
I laugh. “I can tell.”
As if knowing that we’re talking about him, Professor Misael’s gaze snaps over to us and he raises a brow at Clemmentime. She scowls before snatching up her bag and marching out of the room.
I shake my head, moving to follow her. I’m cut off abruptly as a tall, skinny girl stops in front of me. Her lips are glossy, her light brown skin seeming to glitter. Her blue eyes move over my face and when a crease forms between her brows, I have to wonder if I’m about to have to deal with another catty bitch.
Soskia is enough, thank you.
“Neryssa, right?” she asks, her voice light.
“Right.” I frown, folding my arms over my chest, all my previous humor forgotten.
She gives a sharp nod before her hand flies up between us. I flinch back, prepared to fend off an attack. The crease between her brows deepen and now she’s looking at me as if I’m out of my mind.
I look at her hand, my lips parting in shock as I look at the paper resting between her fingertips. “Oh, sorry,” I say, rubbing the back of my neck. “Its been a rough few days here,” I apologize.
“So I’ve heard.” Her expression smooths out. “We’re having a party at the Kylu X house. We host it every year. It’s invite only and this one is yours.” She waggles the paper.
I take it from her fingers, peering at the small black writing. “Thanks.” My nose wrinkles. “Am I allowed to bring anyone with me?”
I don't know this chick and frankly I don’t want to go into an unknown situation alone. As far as I know, this could be a trap from one of the fae I’ve pissed off in the last couple of days.
The chick nods. “Sure, they just have to enter whenever you do.” She starts backing away and she points a finger at the card. “And bring that with you or you won’t be able to get in.”