Chapter 80: Dangerous Attraction
"The groups have now been allocated. You can check them up on the notice board when class is done. Also, you all should be prepared... an event is coming up, and it would be in your best interest to be at your very best condition," the professor announced after wrapping up another tedious history lesson about the last war between realms. His voice carried that familiar drone of someone who’d delivered the same warnings countless times before. Wars where entire worlds were literally destroyed, and the possibility of ours suffering the same fate if we weren’t ready for when the ’GODS’ decided to have their fun again.
The classroom buzzed with quiet murmurs as students exchanged glances.
’An event? Hmm... it seems something really happened. But what exactly could have brought about that butterfly effect? I literally kept to the script to the very end... well, except for keeping Anna in that Legacy world. Wait, could the meeting be related to Albion? Could be, but if that’s the case, why does it have to bring about an event?’
"Hey," I heard a voice and turned to find Tracy with squinted eyes looking at me suspiciously.
She had her elbow propped on the desk in front of her, supporting her chin as she studied me with those sharp blue eyes. Her white hair with blue tips cascaded down one shoulder in loose waves, the light from the tall academy windows catching the subtle highlights she’d gotten recently. She wore the standard academy uniform, but somehow managed to make the plain white blouse and navy skirt look effortlessly stylish. The way she’d rolled up her sleeves just slightly and loosened her tie gave her that perfectly disheveled look that seemed natural but probably took her twenty minutes to achieve.
"...Yeah?" I responded, turning to look at the professor who was still droning on about something related to the event, though he was intentionally avoiding throwing more light on what exactly it was going to be.
"Just look at me for a sec," she said, and I complied, meeting her gaze directly.
"What’s wrong?" I asked, and she sighed, her expression shifting to something more serious.
"That’s what I wanted to ask you. What’s wrong?" she asked with genuine concern creeping into her voice, to which I shrugged.
"Nothing. Why do you ask?" I threw the question back since I really didn’t want to talk about it.
To my words, her eyes squinted even more. She looked like an annoying cat at this point, the kind that knows exactly where you’ve hidden something and won’t let it go.
"Fine, I’ll say it," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow carried more threat than a shout. "Why do you keep looking at that bitch?" she asked with a smile that even a blind man would notice wasn’t actually a smile.