Chapter 0013
Chapter 13
“Did you bond?” Mason asks in disgust, his eyes flicking between me and Theo.
“No. Why are you here?” Theo asks with a sigh and I don’t miss the look of relief on Mason’s face.
“Because you woke me up when you were sneaking out of my room. I came to your room and you weren’t there. Then I heard you in here. What did you want and why are you here?” he asks.
Theo hesitates. “Because I was checking if it was you that was watching us sleep, and I’m here to keep her safe,”
“You think I was in here watching you?” Mason snorts.
“Well you’re the only one that has the problem with her, sayes, you were my first guess,” Theo shrugs.
“I have better things to do than watch you in bed with her, Mason snarls before storming off. Theo closes the door with a sigh and I can see how much he wants to go after Mason, how torn he is between staying here with me or going after Mason.
“Go, he needs you,” I tell him softly.
“No, I need to stay here and keep you safe,” he insists.
“Unless there’s some other danger that I’m not aware of then it doesn’t matter if you are with him or me, either way, you’ll be there to keep me safe,” I shrug.
“True,” he agrees and pulls a phone from his pocket. “I have my gym session in 15 minutes anyway, I’ll take Mason with me to burn off some steam. I’ll see you at breakfast?”
“Gym? In the middle of the night?” I scoff.
“It’s almost 6 AM,” he laughs, “Save me a seat next to you,” he adds before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on the top of my head, and then he’s off, chasing Mason out the door.
“Be careful,” I call after him.
After showering and changing into fresh clothes I find the package that Mr Collins mentioned. In it is a laptop, some stationary and a phone. The moment I power on the phone it buzzes with multiple notifications. The first email I open is my class timetable, my first class is at 9 AM and is called ‘Understanding the human world‘… seriously? Why am I in that class? I could probably teach it better than the tutor. I roll my eyes and check the rest of my day. I have fitness, history, manifestation and lastly, I have wolf behaviours. The next email I open is about uniform, which consists of a white shirt, a black pleated skirt or trousers, a black V–neck jumper with the academy logo on and a tie that corresponds with my designated house colour. I head into my wardrobe to look for my uniform and sure enough there it is. With a groan, I put the uniform on. I thought my days of wearing a school uniform were long over, and now I’m facing another six years of it. The only plus side is that my tie is red, which is my favourite colour and goes well with my dark hair. I choose a pair of over–the–knee black socks and black leather flat shoes. I find a backpack and load it up with my new laptop and stationary and then explore my vanity table. The first drawer is loaded with skincare products and makeup, the second contains everything I could possibly need to style my hair. In the bottom drawer, I find deodorant, which I quickly use, body sprays and perfumes. There’s no way Mr Collins chose all this for me, it must have been Clarrisa. I really need to talk to someone about finances because the bill for all this stuff must be huge already. Maybe I can send some of it back to reduce my costs? I grab my phone and search through the information on there for anything about finances but there’s nothing. I do find a contacts section though and a huge list of names I don’t know appears. I type ‘Collins‘ into the search bar and the name Deacon Collins pops up. Bingo. I don’t have to face him in his office again, plus I’m still pissed that he used his freaky mind control on me again, even though I probably did need it after my
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mental breakdown yesterday. I hit the message button and type out a message.
‘Hi. Íts Josie. How do I pay for food, accommodation and all this stuff in my room? Because I don’t have much money at the moment.”
I hit send before I overthink how formal I should be, and then I toss my phone into the bed and finish getting ready for the day. I apply a small amount of makeup and brush my hair, leaving it loose. I’m dying to try out the fancy–looking curling wand, but until I know how I’m going to pay for it I’m not going to touch it. My phone buzzes with a notification. It’s Mr Collins.
“Good morning Miss Banks. I hope you are well today. All costs are covered by the academy, no payment is necessary.‘
I roll my eyes, I see he is back to calling me ‘Miss Banks‘ I don’t know why but I hate that he calls me that. Then I almost squeal in excitement at what he said, all this stuff is mine, and it is all free. I hit reply…”
‘Cool, thanks D! I’m feeling fine. Thanks for the save last night, but please don’t voodoo mind control me again.” I send it and chuckle to myself. I bet Mr Collins, the perfectly, professional headmaster will have an aneurysm at me calling him D.
I’m still smiling smugly to myself as I finish the last loose curl in my hair. My new curling wand is amazing. I check out the perfumes and as I’m spritzing myself with a sweet but musky one there’s a knock on my door. My heart skips a beat.
