Page 19 of The Goddess is Angry
The entire class was silent and Kaylee just stood there gaping like a fish. We all knew she wasn’t late, even my dad. Dad could be Petty Betty sometimes. Yeah, hecouldhave let her in class, waited for her to open her mouth, and then roached her. She would have run straight to mommy when he turned her back and the board may or may not have asked him to leave.
Oh, no. My dad was playing the long game. If Ihadbeen a witch and Dexter hadn’t told me to duck, she would have hexed me while my back was turned. It would have beenmewho had to stay in a dark room for months instead of Headmaster Krauss.
I could have kept up with reading assignments and homework, but this was college, not high school. Aside from history, almost all of my classes were practical work. I couldn’t be graded in a lot of my classes if I wasn’t present to do some kind of magic in front of my professor.
In other words, I most likely would have failed out of the Academy of the Profane if I had been a witch.
The board realized we had all these new superpowers and our brains hadn’t finished developing yet, so they had a three strike policy. Azren couldn’t expel Kaylee unless the board stepped in to override their policy, so she had two more opportunities to take out an innocent bystander trying to get rid of me.
So, it didn’t matter Kaylee got online to find a super painful hex that most likely would have gotten me expelled and threw it while my back was turned and got her mom. The board was going to give her two more strikes.
Kaylee was probably going to flunk history on her own because she kept acting like Azren was lying about everything, but my dad was going to nudge that along faster by using the board’s rules against them. Professors didn’t have to let a student into class if they were late and most of them didn’t.
My dad was just flunking her faster by declaring her late. She was the last person to get here, so he wasn’t taking anyone down with her.
Three hands shot up as soon as my dad waved his hand and slammed the door behind her. They were all various minions. Legacy students who only got admitted because of their last name and were wasting this entire opportunity. They were here to find mates and get their trust fund.
Some of them were still sniffing around my idiot brother, even though he made it clear he was crazy about Dexter. And they didn’t want Dexter in their coven if my brother was willing to give them the time of day, which he wasn’t. Angels were created to love their god. Their god never intended for them to fall in love with anyone else and have babies. I didn’t even know if angels were polyamorous. The other two angels I knew weren’t. They were barking up the wrong tree.
“Excuse me, sir, but Kaylee wasn’t late,” Paris said.
“You can barely handle an eyeliner pencil, so I doubt you understand the vast concept of time like I do. Kaylee was late.”
Dexter snorted a laugh and several people giggled. Paris was just as awful as Kaylee. She was probably the vice president of evil minions. Paris wasn’t just nasty to Dexter and me. She referred to everyone who wasn’t a legacy student asthe poorsand constantly acted like they were dirty and contaminated her precious air.
“You can’t talk to me like that!” Paris shrieked.
“I can talk to you however the fuck I want.Youon the other hand are eventually going to look those crooked raccoon eyes down at the wrong person and lose everything. And before you think you can talk tomeor Azren a certain way, we could kill you with just a secondhand thought without stopping our lecture and then happily eat a sandwich while never thinking of you again. And before you say anything about the Paranormal Investigation Bureau and prison, they’d never find your body, and jail can’t hold us. Consider your friend lucky she was only late. I saw the video.”
Dexter started clapping. Kaylee had been awful to Dexter because he was trans. I didn’t think Paris cared about that. Paris had looked down on Dexter because he wasn’t rich, but she didn’t start being terrible to him until he started dating my brother. Paris wanted an angel, so she was being a dick to Dexter.
And then Paris turned purple when most of the class started clapping because my dad just threatened to kill her for mouthing off.The poorsin our history class were laughing at her, too. Paris grabbed her bag and stormed out of class.
My dad whirled around and waved his hand. A pack of Oreos appeared on everyone’s desk. When my mom was tricked into bringing the God of Chaos back to this realm, he got obsessed with modern junk food. Oreos were his obsession for a long time. My dad still loved his cookies.
“That was dramatic. Anyway,” my dad said, taking a bite out of his cookie.
Everyone tore into their cookies and my dad resumed his lecture like nothing happened. Maybe Ishouldtake the necklace off sooner than later.
Kaylee had two strikes left and Paris was egging her on.Thatwas a lot more effective coming from a god than a witch.
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We needed a distraction. No one had turned up dead, but trying to figure out who did it the first time and stopping it from happening again was going really slowly because our two Fate-chosen didn’t get along and the God of Death was being buried in all the administrative stuff that Headmaster Krauss had neglected.
It wasn’t just the dodgeball team. There were supposed to be work-study assignments for people that needed the money and schedules to be rearranged for students with talent who had been picked for independent study. None of that had been done, so we’d hardly seen Azren.
I liked other people’s drama, but not when I was involved. I needed Drake and George to get over everything and get along. I understood why Drake had his thing with witches, but he’d spent enough time around us to realize George wasn’t like that. George needed to get that Drake had some trauma he was working through.
Dodgeball tryouts wereperfectfor them to work through some shit. I didn’t enjoy playing team sports and it wouldn’t make their relationship perfect, but it would give them something to bond over. There would be fist bumping and chest hugs over goals. I’d watched Oscar do both with people he couldn’t stand because they scored and the team won.
Church and I had already picked good seats at the dodgeball stadium. We weren’t the only people who came to watch tryouts. There was a pretty decent crowd. Dodgeball had a huge following and all of the people intending to try out for cheerleading had come out for support.
West was missing. He was acting kind of shady before Church and I left. George was going to sign for Oscar on the field because West couldn’t get super close to Oscar. West was like, a maniac when it came to dodgeball. He would have been out here if it was just Oscar. Watching his girlfriend play dodgeball? West should have been the first person out here.
When West finally showed up, I didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. He was wearing a long trench coat, and it was completely buttoned up. Something didn’t look right.
“Dude, are you naked under there?” Church asked.
