Conjuring Dragons, Chante Francis [free novels to read .TXT] 📗

expression in the rearview mirror Veronica hands me my coffee.

"You guys ready for school? It’s nothing like the ones you’ve been to before." Carter says trying to make conversation.

"How would you know?" Veronica and I ask at the same time, my angry mutter almost completely over shadowed by the gentle curiousness in her tone.

"My parents told us a lot about you guys while we were waiting for you to arrive." He answers sheepishly. Veronica reaches over and pinches his cheeks while saying aww. I stick a finger in my mouth pretending to gag, and she narrows her eyes at me before laughing again.

"I apologize for walking in on you guys earlier this morning, you know when you were uh busy. I tried to stop them, but they weren’t listening.” Carter trails off blushing furiously.

"No prob man." I start to think aloud as I sip my coffee, finally starting to wake up, "I was facing a bit of insanity at the moment. You really saved me from doing something I would have regretted. This is really good coffee, who made it? Angels?"

"Most girls he sleeps with never regret it." He quickly shoots me a small smile in the rear view.

"I'm not most girls." I answer. The car slips into a comfortable silence as we quietly drive to school. Rather than disrupt it, and so Carter isn’t in on our conversation, I return to the void to question my sister. (Speaking of this morning, are you alright?)

(Yes, why wouldn’t I be?)

(Well for one, you haven’t yelled at me for getting caught in such a position. Two, you haven’t said anything about the fact that his parents witnessed it, or at least have an idea of what we were doing. Three, you were laughing. You don’t laugh V. Well at least not anymore, and certainly not during any situation you find uncomfortable, troublesome, or dangerous in any way.) I was looking at her with my eyebrows drawn together and my lips pursed. Instead of answering, she just turned away from me to stare at her new beau. He chanced a quick glance at her before turning back to the road. He opened his mouth to say something, probably to ask what was going on, but decided against it when he felt my sister’s hand on his thigh. At that movement, we both turned to my sister a little thrown off for different reasons I’m sure, but she was staring out of her window. Clearly not willing to be pulled into conversation anymore.

 At some point the walls of Anglo Academy came into view and we pulled into an almost empty parking lot.

"Everyone else won’t really be here for another hour." Carter informs us, “The people that are here now are my team mates. Coach decided we needed an early morning meeting.” He rolls his eyes before looking at what I’m guessing is the direction he needs to go, he looks down at his watch and then finally Veronica and I.

"Go ahead to your meeting sweetheart, I'm sure we can find our way." Veronica says to him as the three of us walk into the school.

"Alright. The front office is just down that hall anyways." He says pointing down a side hall before pulling my sister into his embrace. I stare wide eyed as he kisses the life right out of her body just to bring her back from death.

I watch for a moment before realizing I probably shouldn’t be and should turn around. As soon as the thought enters my head they separate and after a minute of staring into each other’s eyes like lovesick fools he turns and walks off. Veronica stands there looking after him with longing, not once noticing how sick I’m pretending to be. I eventually give up, sigh and turn towards the hall he pointed at before leaving me with this pining stranger. I grab her free hand and we start walking down the hall in silence sipping our coffee. When we finally arrive we spend a few seconds appraising the office with its beautiful glass windows and dark wood frame. I reach out to open the door, but someone else opens it before I can and we almost collide.

"Watch it loser!" Some tacky looking girl with a too short skirt and a too small shirt says to me. She squints at me while looking my body over, stopping at my shoes she says with disgust written all over her make-up caked face, "Oh look girls, I didn’t know our school was taking on charity cases." Her little clones all laugh before sauntering off and swaying their hips in a dangerous way. They look like they’re about to hurt themselves, especially since none of them are walking in their heels correctly.

"That must be the school’s queen bee." Veronica says with a grunt. I could tell that like me, she wasn’t impressed.

"How nice of her, to introduce herself to us like that," I say sarcastically. “It makes me want to destroy her.”

"Behave Jyps." Veronica says with a glare.  

“I’m simply saying that it would be fun teaching her some humility.”

 

Chapter 9: Feisty

Chapter Nine

 

 

 

We enter the office, and the woman behind the desk immediately lifts her head. She clearly eyes us up and down, before smiling and handing us a few pieces of papers. We watch as she disappears behind another door in the office for a few moments before popping back up with two sets of gym clothes and sweaters in her hands.

"In your hands are your schedules, as you can see you share your first 4 classes, but you separate after lunch. Sharing part of your schedule was a special request from your parents; because they figure things would be easier for you this way. Don't worry; all of your teachers have already been informed that you two have yet to receive your powers." She handed us both a pair of shorts, a teal shirt and a black with teal writing and stitching medium sized sweatshirt. "And these are your gym clothes. Classes won’t be starting for another couple of minutes, the principle wanted you to come in early so that he could go over the rules and regulations here. Unfortunately he called in earlier to say that his commute time has increased due to traffic, so I’ll be going over it with you. It is important that you girls know what the academy has in store for you and what we offer as well as what we expect from you in return.” I’d heard the rules speech so many times in my life, that even though this school is vastly different by way of attendees, I just tuned her out. My sister would keep me from breaking any of the major ones anyways. “It is amazing how quickly time seems to fly sometimes,” she shuts the book she was reading from and hands one to each of us. “There should be a map on the back of your schedule if you have any trouble finding your way. I believe that should be all, so if neither of you have any questions then hurry along to class before you’re late and have a nice day ladies."

We got to the door just as someone pushed it open. It hit the coffee cup right out of my hands, and my coffee spilled all over my legs leaving a slight burning sensation. I couldn’t help but curse as the no longer hot but still sticky substance trickled down my jeans clad leg. Are all doors going to be out to get me today?

"Oh my!" The secretary exclaimed coming up behind me. She quickly surveyed the damage before dragging me out of the main office and into the girl’s bathroom. She told me to change into my gym shorts and she would get my clothes clean for me using the schools facilities. The gym teacher in charge of the female locker rooms would bring it to me at the start of class.

When I was done, I put my hoodie on, glad to see that it was a large. The shorts were shorter than I thought; I swear I could feel the wind on the bottom of my ass cheeks. Though they actually gave me about three inches or so of extra coverage to prevent that. I pulled my oversized hoodie down as far as it would go before walking back into the main office.

Veronica was standing by the desk chatting it up with the secretary and the man I had collided with. I walked up to them and watched the man’s eyes widen slightly. The secretary gently smiled at me in recognition of my presence. Veronica let out an appreciative whistle.

"Nice legs.” She laughs at my blush and narrowed eyes.

Before I can respond the secretary cuts in, “I've been speaking with your sister and she tells me that you guys were interested in the best ways to stay under Miss Octavia Macintosh’s radar. That’s a very wise decision."

"Octavia? I’ve heard that name quite a few times since I’ve been here. Just who is she?" I ask as I walk over to where everyone is standing.

"Queen Bee." My sister answers.

"The girl who left the office as you walked in." The secretary answers.

"Daughter of one of the council men." Mystery guy answers.

I turn to him first and stick my hand out, "We haven’t been introduced yet, my name is Jypsie-Jenae Darling."

He shakes my hand, "Vice principle Crowley." I turn to the secretary.

"Melissa Fiendir." She says with a smile while shaking my hand, "But feel free to call me Melissa." I turn to my sister.

"Roni. It’s nice to meet you Jypsie." She says shaking my hand, as the two adults in the room chuckle.

"So Mr. Crowley... What's the council?" He motions us to sit in the office waiting chairs, and we all do, settling in for what I’m guessing is a long talk. After a brief phone call, Melissa comes over to help explain.

"The Council is a group of high level supernaturals in charge of keeping Order. They assign the Guards, people who will make sure every supernatural community is protected and will enforce rules. The council, well you could say that they are our version of the president." He says to us slowly, as though he was talking to two little girls.

Melissa is the one who gives us some actual details we could use, "Each supernatural type has someone to represent them on the council. Being represented by only one view would cause trouble, so each group is represented by three families."

"What are the families for the witches?" Veronica asks

"Why they're witches of course." Melissa answers her with an amused smile. If we hadn't been undercover, and I wasn’t under strict warnings to behave I would have done something horrid to her. No one messes with my sister in any way and walks away unharmed.

I roll my eyes, "What are their family names?"

"Flint, Blaize and Macintosh." I turn and look at my sister, to be met with the same reaction.

"Look at the time!" Mr. Crowley stands up to help Melissa usher us out of the office. "Class is already half over,” Melissa quickly moves back to her desk to write us a note. “You girls better hurry if you want