~Mosley~
It takes less than a minute for my thoughts to gather before I recall that I have a copy of Bethany's timetable on my tablet. Grabbing it, I surf through her courses for today.
There it is. She's having a class in less than eleven minutes.
“Where are you going?” Jay asks as he sees me buttoning my shirt.
“Bethany has a class in less than eleven minutes, and I'm attending.”
Even though the class is for new Nobles, no professor in Crestbane would dare send any of the princes away if we decide to attend their classes.
Besides, we are representatives of the founding families.
Jayan has perked up. “Bethany’s next class? I’m going with you, Icicle.”
gods on high, I hate Jayan’s stupid nicknames, and I don’t like Jayan either.
Not with his loudmouth, which seems to be a heredita
