Page 13 of Is It Wrong to Escape My Fate? (Dealing With Fate #1)
It was officially the first day of school, and I wore the uniform for the first time.
This was how I really knew I was a medieval fantasy universe with magic and powers and demon lords, because the uniform was too sexy for a traditional medieval setting.
Even though the sleeves were long and loose, the neckline of the dress was low enough to show a little cleavage.
It also fitted at the waist like a corset, and while the skirt at the back reached my knees, at the front it was short, showing off my thighs.
That was the extent of the black and purple uniform with golden piping. I kind of look like a sexy witch.
I opted to wear white thigh-high socks and brown combat boots for a little practicality.
When I exited the bedroom with my uniform on, both Robin and Reuben choked on air while Mia clapped her hands. This would be my fit for most of the time here, and I didn’t know if their reaction was positive or negative.
On top of that, the school also provided an enchanted satchel that was spacious on the inside and weighed next to nothing even when full. It was like a portable locker with all my books, pens and other school-related things in there.
They accompanied me to my first class, which was History of the Kingdom.
As we made our way to the academic buildings, I looked around and noticed that a lot of the women chose to show off their legs with no socks or stockings.
Wearing only heels with the uniform looked very sexy and mature, to be fair. I could see the appeal.
I was a little salty the men’s uniform was more practical, with a purple blazer and black pants. Our ensemble came with a black robe befitting a mage look, but it was optional to wear. I supposed it would be useful during winter or going out of the campus grounds.
Thinking that felt weird, because where I came from, I had never experienced winter. My climate was either sunny or rainy.
Robin held my hand tighter and tighter as we got closer and closer to my classroom. “I don’t want to leave you,” he eventually admitted, grimacing. “Men are vultures.”
I raised an eyebrow before smiling. “You have morning training. Besides, I’ll be fine. A professor will always be around. I have a tracker for when I’m in danger, too.” I dangled my wrist to show off the Derrick alarm, as I liked to call it in my head. “You can accompany me during my afternoons.”
“Can’t Mia stay with you at least?” It was Reuben pouting this time. It looked adorable on these grown men.
“Sorry, sirs,” Mia sighed, frowning too. “Servants are not allowed in the classroom.”
“And I’d rather you spend your time better than standing around, waiting for me,” I clarified, subtly gesturing to the other personal attendants standing outside of the classroom. “I have to go in now. Classes start in five minutes.”
“Don’t talk to anyone weird,” Robin implored as he let me go. I walked into the room, and my companions didn’t leave until I was properly seated by the window.
I felt like a kindergartner going to school for the first time, with fussy parents hovering over me as if I was going to cry the first chance I got. Not speaking from experience.
“This is exactly why I didn’t bring a bodyguard with me,” a woman’s voice said from beside me.
She had wavy magenta hair, blue eyes and the cutest freckles on her nose.
“Mine tended to be overbearing, too. I’m Dahlia.
” She extended her hand towards me, and I must have stared at her for too long that she rolled her eyes. “I don’t bite.”
I took her hand and shook it. “Sorry, I’m just not used to … I’m Beatrix, but you can call me Bea.”
“I know,” she smiled a little as we both got comfy in our seats. “Your debutante ball was pretty infamous among the social circles. I was there, too.”
Oh, holy fuck. Why did it seem like everyone knew what happened except me? Time to swallow my pride and ask Mia later.
“Aww, the plebs are forming a support group,” Kathel cooed at us as she entered the room with Mera, and it was just my luck they were first years, too. But also, bullying? That was so middle school. We were supposed to in college! But I supposed it worked differently in medieval fantasy cultures.
“Don’t mind her,” Dahlia stage-whispered to me, completely ignoring the two girls. “She’s just a little sad since she’s so far away from her daddy.”
Kathel’s eyes widened in disbelief before anger took over. Before she could do anything, our professor for the class came in, putting a temporary stop to whatever she was planning. Dahlia giggled beside me as she winked and settled on her seat.
Honestly, fair play to her. I wanted to be annoyed since someone was putting me in the limelight again, but maybe I could afford at least one friend? And when I finally leave, OG Bea would have gained a friend.
Never mind my own feelings.
Yes, I could afford one friend.
Thirty minutes into the class, I only just realized Elias was sitting behind me when he began braiding the hair on the back of my head.
A thing we used to do together — when we both had long hair and played dress up in their manor. But now, my hair only reached up to my shoulders; there wasn’t much material to work with.
When he started stroking his fingers at the back of my neck, I wanted to stop him since it was sending unnecessary tingles straight to my core. It distracted me from the introductory lesson, and wasn’t that my favorite word nowadays?
A whole bunch of distractions.
Speaking of distractions, another one came through when the door suddenly opened and a male student walked in, breathing hard like he had run across the city.
“Sorry I’m late, professor,” he gasped between breaths, while also laughing like a madman. “The Crown Prince intercepted me and —”
Our sagely professor waved a hand at his direction, looking displeased but also detached. “Yes, yes. I know about you, Claude Wescott. Take a seat.”
Claude, a guy with side-parted, medium-length golden hair and bright ocean-blue eyes, locked on to our corner of the room and grinned widely, and it dawned on me that Elias had a free seat next to him.
As he walked over to our area, his mannerisms reminded me of a main protagonist in a typical RPG; cheerful, energetic, hyper.
He kinda looked like one, too. The good boy look.
He plopped down on the empty chair as I turned back to face the professor, but I felt a presence on my shoulder.
“Hello, ladies,” he crooned, his head placed between me and Dahlia. I gave him the side-eye while Dahlia didn’t pay attention to him at all. He chuckled as he sat back again, but not before he stared right into my eyes.
Elias continued to play with my nape, and I deeply wished I were by myself at the library instead, reading about teleportation magic.
After History class was Language class, because it was important to learn proper grammar and diction when casting spells, and then Introduction to Elemental Magic afterward. This set of classes was separated into the four elements: water, earth, fire, and air.
There were also special classes, like Recovery Magic for those with the affinity to it, Divine Magic which I had no idea what was about, and External Magic, which was basically a catch-all for everything else magic that didn’t fall in the previous categories.
Displacement magic, or teleportation, fell under this category. Naturally, I added the class to my schedule, even though I doubted the class would start discussing teleportation from the start. Like Lord Grimwald pointed out, that sort of magic was too advanced for a first year like me.
The Elemental Magic: Water class was first, then lunch break, and then the remaining three elements.
I was also made aware that whoever was in my class from History would be the same set of classmates I would have for the remainder of my education.
Surprisingly, I also discovered that more than half of the students were commoners with strong enough magic.
The flow of mana was getting stronger every day or some such.
I thought significant mana was a rarity among the citizens; my info was outdated.
While we stayed in the same room for History and Language, we had to change buildings for Elemental Magic. As soon as we arrived in this room, I made a beeline for the backmost corner seat. Dahlia sat next to me, as she had for our first two classes. Elias shrugged and took the seat in front of me.
That should have been it, but Claude followed too, sitting next to Elias.
Claude turned in his seat. “Why do you refuse to talk to me?” He was genuinely confused. Was he not used to people ignoring him?
Based on his story when he was late earlier, he was personally acquainted with the Crown Prince despite being a commoner. That was enough to boost someone’s ego.
“I think you’re a little insane,” Dahlia exclaimed, and I couldn’t agree more with her.
Claude laughed out loud, attracting the attention of our other classmates. Kathel and Mera in particular could only glare daggers at me. They hadn’t tried anything yet. I noticed they also kept glancing at Elias and Claude; were they the reason those girls wouldn’t go near me?
“I’m not, though I was told I’m very passionate about everything I do,” Claude smiled wide, looking at the three of us.
“I learned a lot about nobility these past weeks. Like, this guy is definitely Elias Drakon, and you’re Dahlia Phortho.
” He gestured to Dahlia and then gestured to me.
“But you, I don’t know you. But I’m certain you’re also a noble. ”
“Maybe keep it that way,” I snarked, because I didn’t need more complications and distractions!
He didn’t listen to me. Instead, he looked me up and down, and another laugh came out of him. “I know! You’re Alecsander Havenglow’s sister. Beatrix, was it? Bea?”
I grimaced at him, while Elias rolled his eyes and gave me a look that said, “Can you believe this guy?”