I dozed fitfully, one ear open for a knock at the window. I’d spent ages locked in the bathroom tonight, pretending to be sick, with Lexy ‘holding my hair’. In actuality, we were prepping me for my ‘assignation’ as she put it; hair, ‘no’ make-up, nice knickers under my shapeless nightie - as Lexy said, even if there will just be kissing (like she ( Read more... )

“No, Lexy, I really don’t feel too good. I think I might just go to bed now.” We were filing out of prep, handing our scrolls to Miss Spry, who luckily looked concerned and asked after my health. Like I was going to be ill all day from Venexia’s blow. But I needed to convince Lexy to leave the window open tonight, and if I got away early, I could ( Read more... )