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I’ll grill him later on that. Whoever she is, she’d better be worth it. My best friend’s heart is not a toy to play with.
With all the questions answered he pulls the mic from the stand and belts out the lyrics to our favourite song. I’d a thought to do the same but his voice is more suited to it than mine, especially since the song is sung from a guy’s point of view about losing the love of his life. As the final notes of his song ring in the air, I begin to panic. I’ve got nothing prepared and no idea what I’m supposed to do now.
Eric steps off to the side and the Principal waves me over, “What are you going to do for the talent portion?” He asks.
“I didn’t prepare anything so I’m just going to skip it.” I whisper back. The frown on his face says he doesn’t like this idea, but there’s nothing he can do about it now.
I step up to the podium just before the light hits me. I swear it’s deathly quiet right now. You could hear a mouse fart and it’d sound like thunder; it’s that quiet. I stare out at the Gods table, the light too bright to really see them and lift my brows, wondering why no one has started the questioning yet.
TWO
KIER
The light pans across the room and falls on the most unusual sight. Not once in all my years have I ever laid eyes on a human who had the beauty of a Goddess. Yet there she is, staring curiously back at me. I straighten myself in the chair, my eyes never leaving the vision before me.
The room is so silent, it’s like everyone is holding their breath waiting to hear the angel speak. She shifts on her feet, clearly nervous that Ty hasn’t said a single word yet. I thump him on the chest with the back of my hand, hoping to jolt him out of his stupor, but he doesn’t even flinch. I hit Seth in the exact same way. He too doesn’t take his eyes from the Angel before us.
I can’t really blame them, even I’m shocked at the beauty of this girl. Long, almost white hair runs down her spine. With the light shining on her, I can see the golden glints of the strands, the colour is stunning. There’s no way it’s natural. Only Gods and Goddesses are that flawless.
Her body is sinful, with the perfect balance of height, curves and slimness. She’s every man’s wet dream. I’m getting hard just looking at her. Such a shame to waste this kind of beauty on a human. Not that it’ll stop me from having a taste or two over the next few years. I might even make her my servant, keep her close so I can keep an eye on her. It certainly wouldn’t be a hardship to keep her by my side.
“Is that your natural hair colour?” Deite asks, tossing her own long blonde hair over her shoulder as if she’s feeling self-conscious in front of the vision at the podium. Deite has always been proud of her looks, as the daughter of Athena everyone basically expects it of her, but compared to the human, Diete is dull.
She prefers everyone back at school to call her Dee, but I love pissing in her cereal by calling her Deite. After all, when pronounced correctly her name sounds like Dee-ite – add an L and it’d be a Delight-ful name. I snicker under my breath at my own joke, missing the Angel's answer.
“How much plastic surgery have you had done to look like that?” Henna asks in her usual dreary voice. My head cocks to the side, my own curiosity getting the better of me.
Angel splutters, “I have not had any plastic surgery.”
“Take those contacts out, I’d like to see your real eye colour.” Nyssus says before anyone else can say anything.
“They’re not contacts.” Angel looks like she’s on the verge of tears but she doesn’t lower those far too pale blue eyes. She juts her chin out and squares her shoulders. She looks like an avenging Angel preparing for battle.
“Bullshit.” Nyssus barks getting up from her seat. She walks right up to the edge of the stage and leaps onto it, landing gracefully right beside Angel. No one utters a word despite Nyssus breaking protocol.
Leaning in close, she examines Angel’s hair as if looking for flaws, then she grabs her waist pulling her closer to her. She peers right into her eyes, searching for the contacts but pulls her head back and shakes it. Shocked gasps ring out as she pulls the poor little Angel’s dress out, peering down the front.
“Shit, she’s telling the truth, no scars, no contacts and I can’t see any dark roots.” I crane my neck, trying to get a peek but Nyssus is basically blocking everyone’s view with her own body.
“Doesn’t mean anything. Some surgeons are good enough not to leave scars.” Deite snaps from her seat beside Seth.
Some surgeons are Gods, not that any of those would work on a human but Deite’s right, there’s no way a human could possess such beauty without a little divine intervention.
“Enough!” Danny shouts, tearing my gaze from Angel, I turn to stare at him in shock. “Leave her.”
He’s not usually one to react to the girls’ teasing, but for some reason Angel’s gotten under his skin.
Oh, who am I kidding, she’s under all our skins.
Smart, beautiful enough to rival a Goddess and by the look on her face, I’d say she’s got one hell of a temper to match. Curious if I can push her buttons and see her temper, I crook my finger at her. “Come here.” I say, kindly.
“No.” Her angelic voice rings out, clear and clipped in the silence of the room. “I don’t want to even be here.”
“I beg your pardon!” Nyssus snaps, grabbing Angel by the back of her neck. She marches the poor girl all the way across the stage, down the four steps and over to the table, so they’re standing right in front of me.
“When a God tells you to do something, you do it.” The shove she gives Angel has her bending over, her dress giving me a very nice view of the tops of her breasts as she grips the table to keep herself on her feet.
I swear I hear Angel mutter “God in training,” under her breath. No one else seems to hear it, either that or they’re ignoring her little outburst.
