We'd be safe for now since we were heading into the middle of the semester, but I had a feeling those people would only try harder to get in when the school officially started again in September.
By then, if all goes well, we'll be showing them how dangerous a school of delinquent, uncontrollable students are.
Picking up two hair ties from the vanity, I slipped them on my wrist before staring at my reflection in an attempt to figure out what hairstyle I should do.
My hair was beginning to have an even mix of black and white, which wasn't too bad of an appearance for me. My hair length was getting longer, which meant I'd need a trim soon, but it didn't bother me now since it was still winter.
With spring coming up, I'd keep the length until the really hot months in summer. We were already trying to figure out what we were going to do during the summer months. We still had to figure out the plan for the R-squad to find a place of their own near us once they got the transfer stuff through, but until then, they were still here in my place sleeping in the spare bedroom.
We all didn't seem to mind seeing as they had helped us save Lisette and we realized the truth about the memory loss. They were basically victims in these circumstances, but I hoped we'd be able to learn more about each of them.
I wanted to learn more.
So far, I didn't see them in a romantic sense, but I think we were still in the process of accepting the fact that we were allies and not enemies or rivals. The celebration on the first day of school had helped crack through the ice, but I knew with how things may go with next semester and the potential of having some sort of competition involved, we'd need to be on the same page and bond more.
Summer would definitely help us work on that.
Overall, I was impressed that I genuinely hadn't had any issues with the semester. No imbalances, doubts, or spikes of unhappiness. The red eyes sparkling back at me were happy, relaxed, and full of life.
I wasn't obsessively thinking about training or how we'd track Charles after he'd gone off the radar. Even with the recent mess and the actions of Leonardo, I wasn’t constantly reminding myself that he needed to be apprehended or that Charles could come out of nowhere and make a mess in our lives again.
Did I acknowledge they were both out there probably conducting some mischievous plans? Yes, but it didn't stop me from living life and enjoying my current school life. With my goals to get closer to Calvin and Lisette while balancing my strong relationships with the Maxwell brothers and working on the potential romantic opportunities with the R-squad, my plate was definitely full.
If I added my student council duties, which took a good chunk of my time when I wasn't in extra-curricular classes or with Alaric, Tanner, and Bianca, I really didn't have time to spend on the enemy.
Which was a big relief because it means I'm moving forward and growing.
"Admiring your beauty?"
I looked to the door to see Zion leaning against the frame. He was in his uniform which meant he had to have come from school but his collar was loose and his tie was untied. His hair was a little messy, which gave me the impression one of his brothers had to have messed it up.
He walked into my room, and to my surprise, Minx and Zion's hell puppy came rushing in.
"I was," I answered with a flaunting smirk. "What are you doing here?" I asked and repositioned myself to greet Minx and Zion's hellhound. "Have you figured out a name for yours or y'all still calling them Z1-4?"
"We're still working on the names," Zion groaned. "Z2 for now."
I laughed and shook my head. "It's not that hard."
"It's hard," he countered with a pout as he reached me. Giving me a kiss, he walked around to sit on the other side of my vanity bench while Minx jumped up to sit on his lap. I lifted up Z2 and placed him on my lap. His happy eyes danced between us before he relaxed in my lap as I began scratching behind his ears.
"What's going to happen when you guys have kids?"
"That's all on you," he replied with a happy grin. "We'll aim to have quads so the name category decreases."
I was flustered in seconds and he captured my lips. "I like how you get flustered by certain topics."
"The idea of having children is weird," I mumbled against his lips. "Can you imagine?"
"I actually can." He smirked and gestured over to Shadow Jade, who was waving her mic and shouting, "FIGHTING EVIL BY MOONLIGHT! KILL!" She kept singing the main theme song, adding kill after each sentence.
"A diabolical me with any of your characteristics only leaves me thinking of a mini devil."
"Only if they're a he. A female would be a cute, diabolical devil."
"You four would be asking for trouble," I said with a giggle.
"That's true. Imagine the magic power alone. We'd have to make one of those life-proof houses."
"Fun," I commented and lowered Z2 onto the floor. Minx jumped down to begin chasing the puppy, clearly trying to make sure he didn't go burning my house down.
“How's the training going with them?"
"Tanner's doing a good job. He said if they continue doing well, we can infuse more of our magic to finalize the familiar qualities so they can appear and disappear whenever they want. It would be helpful so they can follow us around. At least they'll be able to sleep here without burning anything while we're asleep."
"I really need a bigger bed," I confirmed. "One that fits ten people, seven cats, and an occasional shadow."
"We better start home shopping," he teased and got up to stretch. "What hairstyle do you want?"
"How'd you know I was going to do my hair."
"Because you only sit here when you wanna do your hair but get frustrated at the idea of doing something, then put some lipstick to top off your lips before heading out," he summarized.
"Observant," I mumbled.
He moved to stand behind me while I moved back around to face the mirror.
"What would you like, mademoiselle?" he asked.
"Is that a French accent?" I inquired while staring at him through the mirror.
"I'm attempting to learn French with this app," he replied.
"And is it working?"
"Nope."
We both laughed as he shrugged. "I could learn it magically if I wanted to, but I thought it would be a fun activity to pass the time. It's weird not participating in classes aside from art and physical training. I at least have a videogame competition coming up."
"You do?" I asked.
He nodded and began to gather my hair. "Ya. A shooting game with some fancy graphics."
"What character are you?"
"I'm a side character who has magic abilities and uses those more than my guns."
"Isn't that cheating in a shooter game?"
"Ya, but they're unlocked limited edition skills I got from previous matches. It's why I usually end up carrying the team. Especially when people try to call me a weak magician noob. That annoys me."
"Then you prove them wrong like an ‘in your face’ type deal?"
"Yup. Then they go crying and swearing at me until they realize I'm a returning champion. Then they begin to beg for forgiveness and free codes."