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"Nothing to me. But Ms. Kirova will probably have something to say when she finds out you
used magic against another student.”
"That wasn't an attack," she scoffed. "And it wasn't me. It was an act of God.”
A few others laughed, much to her delight. In my imagination, I responded with, So is this, and
then slammed her into the side of the church. In real life, Lissa simply nudged me and said,
"Let's go.”
She and I walked off toward our respective dorms, leaving behind laughter and jokes about our
wet states and how Lissa wouldn't know anything about specialization. Inside, I seethed. I had
to do something about Mia, I realized. In addition to the general irritation of Mia's bitchiness, I
didn't want Lissa to have to deal with any more stress than she had to. We'd been okay this first
week, and I wanted to keep it that way.
"You know," I said, "I'm thinking more and more that you stealing Aaron back is a good thing.
It'll teach Bitch Doll a lesson. I bet it'd be easy, too. He's still crazy about you.”
"I don't want to teach anyone a lesson," said Lissa. "And I'm not crazy about him.”
"Come on, she picks fights and talks about us behind our backs. She accused me of getting
jeans from the Salvation Army yesterday.”
"Your jeans are from the Salvation Army.”
"Well, yeah," I snorted, "but she has no right making fun of them when she's wearing stuff from
Target.”
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with Target. I like Target.”
"So do I. That's not the point. She's trying to pass her stuff off like it's freaking Stella
McCartney.”
"And that's a crime?”
I affected a solemn face. "Absolutely. You've gotta take revenge.”