How Not To Fall For A Dragon
Chapter 88 88- Do Not Let Him Flirt When You’re Tired
LEXI
When I wake up I am STARVING. Not just hungry. Starving. The kind of hollow, gnawing ache that makes my stomach feel like it’s trying to eat itself. For a moment I just lie there, disoriented, then I glance at my phone and groan. I’m kind of late. I think I slept through most of breakfast. Which… Makes sense, i guess. I was exhausted. But I missed dinner last night and now breakfast too? That completely sucks. My body feels heavy and slow, like it’s running on fumes. The Academy didn’t wake me at my normal time either. I frown at the ceiling. Does it not realise I need time to eat? Or did it decide I needed sleep more than food? I don’t really understand how it prioritises things. Maybe it calculated that I was more likely to pass out from emotional burnout than hunger. Rude. Still, if I move fast, maybe I can sprint to the cafeteria and grab something before they fully switch over to lunch prep. So I drag myself out of bed and get dressed quickly. When I reach my desk, I hesitate. The jewellery sits there, neatly lined up. Necklace. Bracelet. Earrings. After a long sigh, I pick them up. Blake might have done some things I don’t like, things I absolutely hate, but that doesn’t undo the good things. I did enjoy flying with him. That part was real. That part was mine. I won’t let last night rewrite it. So I fasten the necklace. Clip in the earrings. Slide on the bracelet. It’s not forgiveness. It’s not approval. It’s just… Acknowledging that both things happened. The joy and the horror. Still, the memory of that crack echoes uncomfortably in my mind. I know he did it for me. I know that. But I didn’t ask him to. I didn’t want him to. He respected my request not to literally kill someone, sure. But he still deliberately, calmly hurt someone in my name. That part sits wrong in my chest. I don’t know how to reconcile it yet. Once I’m dressed, I throw my door open, ready to sprint toward the cafeteria and… Walk straight into Blake. I jerk back slightly.
“Huh? Oh… Morning.” I mumble awkwardly. He looks far too put–together for someone who was suspended yesterday. His hair is neat. His expression calm. Almost pleasant.
“I have your breakfast.” Blake states, holding up a plate from the cafeteria with toast stacked neatly on it. I blink at the plate. Then at him.
“Thanks… Did you steal that plate?” I ask. He shrugs casually.
“The Academy can return it, I’m sure.” He responds.
“Oh. Right.” I answer faintly. I am clearly not firing on all cylinders yet. He steps slightly to the side, giving me space to take the toast.
“Have your breakfast. Then I’ll walk you to class.” He says gently. I pause mid–bite and look up at him.
“Uh… Aren’t you meant to be staying in your room?” I point out. He smirks, that familiar, confident, slightly infuriating smirk.
“The letter said I am ‘expected‘ to remain in my room. Not ‘required.‘ There’s a difference. I am going to walk you to class. To all your classes.” He informs me. I open my mouth to argue. To point out that this is absolutely not what the Principal meant. But the words feel pointless before I even say them. Blake is going to do whatever he wants anyway. He has already demonstrated that very clearly. Even if he was technically required to stay inside, it’s not like anyone could physically force him to remain there if he didn’t want to. I sigh and take another aggressive bite of toast.
“Fine. But just walking me to classes. Then please try to follow the rules. I don’t want you to get expelled too.” I tell him honestly. Blake’s smile widens. I
narrow my eyes.
“What?” I demand.
“You still want me around.” He says lightly.
“And you’re wearing the earrings.” He adds. My stomach flips.
“You’re going to forgive me. Like I said.” He says gleefully. I glare at him.
“You can’t decide that for me. I’m really upset by this, Blake. It feels like you’re treating my feelings as no big deal ” I tell him bluntly. I shove another piece of toast into my mouth, chewing harder than necessary while he holds the plate steady for me. His expression shifts. The smugness fades. He actually
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Chapter 88 88- Do Not Let Him Flirt When You’re Tired
limited reinstatement, subject to review.” He finishes as he lowers the paper slightly and looks around the room.
“In summary, the freedoms you have enjoyed on the application until now are being revoked due to consistent misuse. If you are using the application appropriately, you should experience no disruption.” He concludes then folds the paper neatly.
“That is all.” He says firmly. I have to fight the urge to clap. No more horrible posts. No more anonymous cruelty spiralling unchecked. This is fantastic! ! beam without meaning to, and Professor Matthews‘ eyes flick to mine briefly. He gives the tiniest, almost imperceptible smile in return before returning to his usual professional expression. An update like that isn’t small. It probably took weeks to set up. Coding changes. Policy revisions. Finding someone willing to be the moderator. This wasn’t a last–night decision. Which means they haven’t been ignoring it. The principal must have set this in motion weeks ago. Maybe even before things escalated. The thought settles something in my chest. Feeling much better than I did when I woke up, I pull out my notebook
and settle in for what is shaping up to be a surprisingly good day.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
