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A HUNT TO UNRAVEL EVERY INCH OF YOU
~OPHELIA~
“Of course, the Guinevere made out it first.”
“No surprise there.”
“Fuck. If she’s entering the curriculum, we’re gonna be stuck at this university for a few more years.”
“Don’t jinx us like that, man. She can’t be that strong.”
“Her parents were top in the league. Heck, she looks just like her mom. Didn’t you see the painting in the Hall of Shadows and Justice?”
“Haven’t been allowed there yet, man.”
“Well, she’s probably gonna suck up to all the professors to get bonus points.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised. Can’t deny she has a nice body.”
“Oh, no. Can’t lust over the nerdy teacher’s pet, brother.”
“You’re too good for her.”
The laughter that ignites makes me place the book I’ve been scanning back on the shelf.
Despite coming here during downtime when there aren’t many students to begin with I’m left stuck listening to these assholes talk about me for a solid fifteen minutes straight.
I’m sure not THAT intriguing to talk about.
My attire doesn’t make me feel like I’m sexually attracted to anyone, either. Odessa used to comment all the time about how my fashion sense was boring. I wouldn’t get a boyfriend wearing black everything without a hint of skin in sight.
Today I wore tights and a short-sleeved blouse look.
Being talked about like an object more than a woman who wants to be with a man long enough to get her name correct.
Having a sexual appetite like mine doesn’t help when you’ve been deprived for far too long. Since my sister’s disappearance, I haven’t had much action, seeing as all anyone can talk about is Odessa’sdisappearance or how my mom is “useless” now in the world of magic.
The audacity of people to have the boldness to say whatever they want when you’re but a small radius away from them.
With a sigh, I begin to walk away, and the echoes of laughter from the table of jocks make me roll my eyes. Kind of reminds me of my ex—Asher Heathcliff.
Biggest jock with a grandiose ego.
His cock, in particular, makes you do foolish things.
Like dating him secretly for a year just so you can enjoy riding a pony every Friday night after sneaking out of your house with your strict parents to “study.”
Asher was from a well-off family not too far from our massive house, and since he came from a family of powerful guides, my parents didn’t ask questions when I went over to “study.” The hardest part of the relationship was hiding all the damn hickeys. Possessive men always enjoy love marking up their territory.
We had to break things off because he was chosen to attend N.M.U. after not being chosen for three years. To think he was finally accepted at twenty-four was a blessing and a bit of a curse.
The older you get, the harder this school becomes, with your magic being forced to reach its peak far too soon.
That was why many wished to get into N.M.U. by twenty, which gave you two years to play around and figure out your abilities before entering this university, which helps us tap into the unthinkable.
I never heard from him again, and it didn’t make sense to visit Ash’s house when he was no longer there. Sometimes, I hoped he survived and was doing well, but then again, we were just living sex toys for one another.
Our connection was like day and night.
