When supernatural beings turn 16 they are given the chance to enrol in 'The Supernatural Academy Boarding School'. Here they are able to work on and master their abilities so that when out in the public they can control themselves and not be caught...
Rosabella's POV - Saturday 7:35 That's the time I had to get up from my amazing bed this morning so that I can drag myself to detention. I shower quickly, brush my teeth and look through my wardrobe quietly as to not wake Satana. I put on a blue top, black skinny jeans, black high heeled boots and my leather jacket. I finish the look with my signature bouncy curls and red lips before heading out the door - remembering to grab some blood bags on the way out.
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I slam open the door of the library where detention is being held to see the old bat of a teacher talking to a someone, I immediately recognise their scent, Wolfie. I can't help but feel a small smile make it's way onto my face but I quickly stop as the teacher turns to me.
"MS ADDINGTON THAT IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE WAY TO ENTER A DETENTION, ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU ARE LATE!" She scolds, I role my eyes before replying,
"I'm terribly sorry miss, I didn't mean for it to slam forgive me?" I bat my lashes making my eyes innocent and big, whenever I pull my innocence act nobody can help but believe me; people may call it manipulative but I'd say it's a gift.
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I notice her stern features soften and she nods before telling us the rules of detention and leaving, "Too easy" I mumble and notice a look of amusement form on Jetts face.
"What?" I ask with a smirk, snapping him from his trance.
"You're just really good at getting what you want" he chuckles and a laugh too.
"Oh my gosh!" He gasps and I flinch slightly at his outburst and send him a confused look.
"We're actually getting along!" When he yells this I burst into a fit of giggles and he soon joins in.
"You should do that more often" he states when our laughing has died down,
"Do what?" I ask him, he looks at me and smiles before replying,
