Surviving Year One (Grim Reaper Academy 1)

CHAPTER NINE

PE went smoothly, at least until Pandora made her way to where Paz and I were practicing our scythe swinging and declared out loud:

“If you put your dick in her, you can say goodbye to our engagement. I’ll convince Dad to cancel the wedding and find me a better suitor, a suitor who doesn’t fuck filthy humans.”

She threw me a profoundly disgusted look and walked away, not even giving Paz a chance to explain himself. Or me a chance to tell her to cool her tits because I had no intention to bed her boyfriend. The but

terflies in my stomach begged to differ, but I was in charge, and I chose to ignore them. There was something about these guys, the four jerks who somehow found a way to be up in my space every minute of every day, and even though I didn’t know what it was, I was sure it would pass at some point. My poor, mortal genitals were confused. While my brain knew they were bad for me, worse than rat poison – because I felt like exaggerating a bit, yeah, – my nether parts were suddenly wide awake, producing enough flooding down there, that I’d probably have to go upstairs and change my panties before the end of the day.

Paz rolled his eyes and went back to swinging his scythe gracefully, back and forth, as if he was cutting something diagonally.

“Don’t worry about her. She’s just jealous.”

“She didn’t look jealous to me.”

“She knows that if I get into your pants, she won’t be able to out-cheat me.”

“Out… cheat? Is that a thing?”

“It is when Satan’s your dad, and your dad says you have to marry your half-sister.”

He didn’t seem happy about that, but I didn’t ask. After all, I wasn’t Paz’s therapist. Or, was I? In the past hour, he’d spoken to me and me alone more than he’d spoken to anyone else. He hadn’t spent a single minute with his homies – Sariel, GC, Francis. Honestly, since he’d started hanging around, everything had been unusually peaceful.

“Anyway, she’s not jealous, she’s disgusted and outraged. You two seem to speak different languages, and you’re not doing your part in learning hers.”

“Trust me, dearie.” He turned to me and gave me one of those breathtaking smiles of his. “She’s jealous. I sleep with you, she’ll have to sleep with a human. And where is she going to get a human? Supernaturals are forbidden from having relationships with humans.”

Well, that was interesting. I thought about it for a minute.

“But there are hybrids,” I said. “We’ve just learned in History. Mrs. Morgan said one of the present Reapers is a nephilim, so the son of an archangel and a mortal woman.”

“Valentine Morningstar is… special. Yes, hybrids happen, and he’s a hybrid. It’s not something common, though. The Supernatural Council has tried many times to make copulation with humans an offense punishable by law, but they’re just not getting enough votes in favor. I get it.” He gave me a once-over and licked his lips seductively. “Humans are yummy. I mean, I wouldn’t know for sure, but from my experience…” His voice was becoming huskier and huskier. “They look yummy.”

I averted my gaze and took a few steps to the side to give myself more space. He was undressing me with his eyes, and it made me feel uncomfortable. Not because I felt like he could see underneath my clothes, but because I felt like all the other students could see, too.

“I don’t think she likes humans,” I tried to stir the conversation back in the original direction. “Not from what I can tell.”

“She doesn’t like you, that’s different. But do you know why?”

I gulped, stealing a quick glance at him before averting my eyes again. There was so much lust in his intense, green orbs that I could barely breathe knowing that he was there, next to me, talking to me, giving me attention when there were so many gorgeous girls on the field, and with powers, too.

“Why?”

I was kind of curious. Why? Why did the girls hate me so much? GC was an insistent manwhore, sure. Paz obviously wanted to fuck me, too. Sariel was just… Well, I couldn’t figure him out. And Francis was… kind of nice, in fact. The girls were the mean ones. The bullies. Lorna, Pandora, Sammy, and Kitty. Every time they looked at me, chills ran up my spine, because I could almost see it in their eyes… They were constantly planning my demise.

“You’re different. Pandora knows I’ve had succubi, vampires, fays, mages, shifters, harpies…”

Harpies existed?!

“But I’ve never had a human.” He stepped closer and leaned in. I could almost feel his minty breath on my face. “She knows I’ve grown bored of supernatural girls a long time ago. What if I were to bed a human? Would I like it? Would I want more? And if I wanted more, what would it mean for her? I told you before that she is jealous. I think her hate for you runs deeper than that. She’s afraid. She’s afraid that if I get a taste of this,” he reached out and took my chin between his fingers, “I’ll never want to stop.”

Mrs. Charon’s scythe swinging between us, almost cutting Paz’s hand off, saved me. Paz scowled at her and took a step back. I blinked in shock, my hands suddenly sweaty and my bladder about to betray me. That was close! Lucky that Paz’s instincts were sharp, and he’d pulled his hand back in time.

“Mr. Eremus, Ms. Lazarov… Care you repeat what I’ve just said?”

“Err…” I had no idea what she’d just said. I was pretty sure she’d been talking about scythes and how to use them, but Paz had been such a distraction that I hadn’t heard a thing. Crap. I was in trouble again!

Paz straightened his back and cleared his throat.