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What happens at the Academy: Book Blitz

I’m halfway to my dorm when I become aware of footsteps marching in time with mine.
I whirl around prepared to give the fox guy another piece of my mind, but I pull up short when I see the guy who’d waved at me the first day I got here.
His eyes are a mystic green that seem to swirl with magic as he watches me. His lips spread into a wide grin, showing off pearly white teeth. He drifts close to me, a chain hanging from his dark jeans. When he stops a foot away from me, my eyes move down to his nails, taking in the black polish covering them.
“Let me guess, you want to take on round three of my anger,” I say to him coldly, preparing myself for another argument.
Just my fucking luck.
But instead of saying that I don’t know who he is or one of those other cheesy lines that seem to be in abundance at this school, he only huffs out a laugh. His eyes twinkle as they roam over me. “I’m not here for an argument. I figured I could escort you to your room, keep you out of trouble since you seem to attract it.”
Mirth dances in his eyes.
“Really? Because something tells me you’re the exact type of trouble I need to avoid.” He gives me the classic bad boy vibes and how could he not with his leather jack, dark features, and crooked smile. He’s shirtless under the jacket, but I refuse to let my eyes really inspect all the smooth, toned skin.
“Me?” he asks, placing a hand to his chest. “I’m about as innocent as they come around here.”
“Why do I doubt that?” I ask even as my shoulders relax.
“Because you’re a smart girl,” he drawls, moving close to me until we’re almost standing chest to chest.
Heat swarms my body as I tilt my head back to look up at him. My breath stutters in my chest as his eyes swirl from green to a near pitch black. The sense to run away overwhelms me but it’s battled by the feel to get even closer to him.
I lean closer to him, my mind obviously made up about which side we want to be on.
He chuckles and I feel him reach up and wrap a lock of my hair around his finger. I watch out of the corner of my eye as he twirls the curly, purple hair. He chuckles as he pulls a piece of spaghetti from the strand.
“So does that mean you’re going to let me escort you to your room, gorgeous?” he asks, raising a brow.
Okay, yeah, definitely trouble.
It feels like I’m broken from a trance as I take a step away from him and yet my heart is still beating rapidly in my chest. The urge to get closer to him is still strong but I choose wisely this time, moving away from him.
“You can walk me,” I tell him. “But if you try any bullshit-”
“You’ll threaten to smack me like the other bitches?” he asks in amusement

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