Never After (School for Good and Evil x Reader)

Chapter 7

"Who else is in our group?" I asked Sophie, breaking the tension.

Sophie didn't answer. In fact, she acted as if I wasn't there at all.

The last class of the day, Surviving Fairy Tales, was the only one that mixed students from Good and Evil. After Professor Dovey ordered Everboys to the Armory to turn in their personal weapons—the only way to appease Lady Lesso—both schools reported to the Blue Forest gates, where fairies sorted them into Forest Groups, nine Evers and nine Nevers in each. As other children found their leaders (an ogre for Group 2, a centaur for Group 8, a lily nymph for 12) Sophie and I were the first to arrive under the flag stamped with a bloodred "3."

Agatha arrived a moment later.

"Agatha!" I threw my arms around her. Instead of tensing, like she usually did with any kind of affection, she returned the embrace.

"I'm so glad to see you," she said. "School has been—"

"Hell?" I asked, and she nodded. "I know."

Sophie wouldn't even look at us.

"Can't we just go home?" Agatha begged her.

"Why don't you go home before you fail or end up a mole rat?" Sophie fumed.

"You're in my school."

"Then why won't it let us switch?" Sophie spun.

"Because you . . . Because we—"

"Need to go home," I glared.

Sophie smiled her kindest smile. "Sooner or later, they'll see what's right."

I rolled my eyes as she turned her gaze away.

"Y/n, there's something that's been bothering me," Agatha said after a few moments of silence.

"What?"

She tapped her lower lip. "Well. . .I just keep wondering why exactly the three of us were taken rather than two like every year."

I thought back to my conversation with the Goose. Quickly, I recounted the story to Agatha, leaving out the part where I caused its defeat.

"Whoa," Agatha said. "So your dad was from a fairy tale?"

"Apparently," I said. "But I'm not sure which one. And the Goose wasn't so keen on letting that information go."

It was at that moment that Tedros appeared, shirt scorched, eye swollen pink and blue.

"Whoa, what happened to you, Charming?" I asked.

"If you're itching for something to kill, how about yourself this time?" Agatha spat.

"'Thank you' would suffice," Tedros shot back. "I risked my life to kill that gargoyle."

"You killed an innocent child!" Agatha yelled.

"I saved you from death against all instinct and reason!" Tedros roared.

I gaped, then started laughing. "You two know each other?"

"You two know each other?" Sophie repeated with much more horror in her voice.

Agatha swiveled to her. "You think he's your prince? He's just a puffed-up windbag who can't find anything better to do than prance around half naked and thrust his sword where it doesn't belong!"

"She's just mad because she owes me her life," Tedros yawned, scratching his chest. He grinned at Sophie. "So you think I'm your prince?"

Sophie blushed delicately.