Amora's pov
I can swear that for the entire time this class was on, I paid no attention until Mr. Kane left. Trying to avoid any conversation with these two witches, I hurriedly packed up my stuff from my desk.
"But it's not lunch break yet, Amora." Ella says, taking a book out of my bag to read.
"Yeah, but I'd rather stay somewhere else than sit here with you both," I reply, pulling my book back from her.
"By somewhere else, I'm very sure you mean with that drop-dead gorgeous professor?" She replies, and Mirabel scoffs in obvious jealousy.
"Even if it meant spending the rest of the day with him, then there's really no problem at all." I snap back, fling my backpack over my shoulder, and get up to leave.
"Chill out, Amora; it's not like there's something more than just a platonic rel
