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Sazuki’s protection team trot around the corner and flank us on both sides. The crowd gets considerably less rowdy, but the air is still charged with excitement.
To my surprise, Sazuki humors his fans. He signs his name over a hundred times, leans in for selfies, and flashes his dimples in front of cameras.
Whilehe’shaving a good time, I’m late for class and getting angrier by the second.
When will this end?
The students all have something to say to Sazuki. Some express how much they love his family’s music while others ask questions about his latest performance.
Sazuki takes his time, patiently answering everyone.
I’m sure he’s doing it just to spite me.
By the time he’s had enough and the protection team clears a path so we can enter the building, I’m steaming through my ears.
Sazuki checks his watch. “Good. You will only be a little late.”
I level him a warning glare.
He pulls his lips in as if he’s trying to hide a chuckle and that sends my temper through the roof.
“Is this funny to you? I’m super late and now the door will be locked—”
The classroom door bangs open in direct defiance of my statement.
“Itisyou!” My music professor, Mr. Howel, dances out of the classroom like a burlesque performer. One leg prances out first, followed by the other. His eyes are glazed with unbridled excitement. “Mr. Sazuki.” He bends low at the waist, face to the ground. His bald spot reflects the light like a disco ball.
Why are they acting like he’s the King of England?
“I’m honored.” Mr. Howel is still speaking to the floor. He straightens and bows again. “Absolutelyhonoredto have you join our class.”
Sazuki arches both eyebrows smugly in my direction. If my professor and twenty bodyguards weren’t watching, I’d probably smack him.
“Come in, come in,” Mr. Howel offers.
The vampire woman slides close to Sazuki and whispers in his ear. He nods and then speaks to Mr. Howell. “Unfortunately, I have another appointment, but I will leave Dejonae in your care.”
Mr. Howel looks so shocked that I could probably knock him over with a feather. “D-Dejonae? You two know each other?”
“No, we don’t,” I say.
“Yes, we do,” Sazuki says. “She will be working closely with me.”
“Over my dead body,” I say under my breath.
Sazuki spares me an amused glance. Fixing his face into a stern expression, he says, “Take great care of her.”
“Yes, of course. She’s a promising student. Worthy of your support.” Mr. Howel booms out a laugh.
My fingers curl into fists. I flash Sazuki another scowl.
His eyes sparkle and I realize that there’s a sick, twisted part of him that actually enjoys seeing me squirm.
“Miss Williams.” Sazuki gestures for me to go inside.
I turn with a huff and stalk into the lecture hall just as Professor Howel asks Sazuki, “When you have time, would you mind signing my album cover…”
I let the door slam shut behind me.
