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WILL IT AFFECT HIS AND CAM'S FRIENDSHIP OMG @camnic5ever holy shit, it is going to be a disaster. @themusey HOLY SHIT we are getting so much content and I am so scared OMG what is happening this is too much for us musers too @taylorscissorsiykwim OMG THE MUSERS ARE JOINING THE CAMERZIERS THIS IS GOING TO BE SUCH A WILD DISCUSSION WTH @yourethemuse YES GIRL IT IS GOING TO BE WILD ALL OF US ARE GOING CRAZY OVER IT ALL TOO AND IT KINDA SORTS LOOKS LIKE EVERYTHING IS LOWKEY RELATED

I cut him again, completely ignoring his glare. I swear I saw his jaw clenching in annoyance. Yeah, teasing him isn't that hard after all. That's what I discovered through months. Luca's very stingy, he doesn't want me to talk to any stranger. He even got mad when Luciano gave me a piggyback. Well, I'm not cool with that. I have a lot of friends, he might die in annoyance. It's funny seeing his face fuming tho. Really really funny. "EVERYONE, LET'S DIE IN CUTENESS OF THESE KIDS! ARE Y'ALL REEEADY?!" The muse said, as his voice filled the theater. I joined the crowd and clapped my hands.

“I am not asking for a lot, you know” “I want you to be my inspiration. It is not that hard. If you don’t want to be my muse, then, you can refund the school on your own” She groaned burying her face in her palm, groaning. “How can you think without acting…..Renee…..” “Okay, I will be your muse but it is just that” I smirked. “Sure, you can trust me” “How do I return the jacket to you? People are going to know that it is yours when they see it with me”

"Isn't there any other way?" Miranda was about to respond when Madison suddenly broke down. "This damn institution! It's so corrupt! We've been wronged so badly, and the college just turns a blind eye, pretending nothing's happening! "Why should we tolerate this? Just because we wanted to borrow the college's lab, we have to put up with this nonsense? Then forget it! It's just some crummy lab. My dad has plenty!"

Large red banners were unfurled at the academy's entrance as angry crowds gathered, hurling insults. The academy remained unfazed as students came and went, completely ignoring the protesters while luxury cars continued pulling up to the entrance. The academy's response was simple. "Want your money? Ask Northern District or the dead Atlas. Madblade Martial Academy never defaults on payments, and we won't tolerate these circus acts." Soon, a Volkswagen Beetle pulled up to the academy's entrance, and two striking figures stepped out—Christina and Aspen. The creditors immediately swarmed around them. "Ms. Christina, you must be here to collect from Dean too! Please help us get justice!"

I start not knowing what to say, only feeling the tears threatening to form. Luka must have also noticed the wetness in my eyes because he rushed over to my side and pulled me into his warm embrace. “I'm so sorry, sweetheart.” He states, cradling me and repeatedly kissing the top of my head softly. “I didn't want to make you cry. I just wanted...damn it. I'm just so fucking worried about you. Midterms are coming up, and if you fail your classes, people will think you're unfit to be mated to the heirs of the four kingdoms. It’ll be said that someone who cannot pass their first year of Divine Academy isn't intelligent enough to be a Queen, a ruler of all four kingdoms. The council will assume

Who comes up with such a funny name? I glanced at Megan and she was silently asking me who's it, but I signaled her to wait. "Are you sure you called the right person?" I asked. "Because my application was rejected earlier this morning." I added. "Yes, Miss McCartney," he replied. "About the rejection, it was a mistake from our evaluation team and we've just rectified it, we're sorry for the misunderstanding." They have an evaluation team? How standard is this private lesson exactly? "Miss McCartney?"

Sloane added, “You are both adults. We are not pretending otherwise. We are, however, requiring that the academy no longer be made complicit in circumstances it cannot ethically supervise.” The truth of that was infuriating. And fair. I hated that most. Jason inclined his head once more. “Understood.” I wanted to look at him. I didn’t. I couldn’t yet. Whitmore folded his hands again. “These conditions will be delivered formally in writing by end of day. Further review will follow in four weeks.” Four weeks. A month. It felt both survivable and impossible. “Do either of you have questions?” he asked. I did.

"I didn't attack you—" "That's not what my witnesses say. And the academy board is already concerned." She examined her nails. "I expressed my worries as a fellow student. Mentioned that you've been struggling, that maybe the pressure is too much. That perhaps, for your own safety, you should take a leave of absence." My blood ran cold. "You can't do that—"

I notice Astrid smirking at Alison’s words — the implication that I’m just a kid clearly delights her. Fan-fucking-tastic. “Um, Director Holt,” I begin, clearing my throat. “I’m enrolled in an online degree program at Crescent Vale. It starts in four weeks. Is there any way I can continue my studies during the communication ban?” Both Holt’s and Astrid’s eyebrows hit their hairlines. “You’ve enrolled in a degree? While training here?” Holt blinks at me. “Miss Larkin, we do not take kindly to candidates who are not one hundred percent committed to the Academy.”