"War to End All Wars" Sneak Peek #2

 Been a few months and you've all been very good.  Early days and subject to change and all that!

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Divjot coughed one last time, took a deep breath, then turned her eyes up to get a full blast of Preston Landry in all his perfect boy scout glory.  No nervous peek here.  Twenty-year-old handsome hunk of pure man meeting her awkward, unworthy fourteen-year-old gaze and those so white teeth, and those lips and that blocky chin with just a hint of stubble and the way the floromancer’s coat highlighted his bulging shoulder muscles…

Squeeeeee!

Pretty sure anima wasn’t involved, but if you told me anima was involved, I’d have believed it.  Cuz every girl in Class 2015 seemed spellbound.  Instantaneously.  Even Sigfrid paused her devouring frenzy to burp.  Which for her was like second base.  “You okay?” Pocket asked Divjot.

She opened her mouth and something that was probably noise came out of it.

There was also some drool…

“I know he’s teasing you plenty right now, but you’re in good hands with this guy,” Pocket told her.

More noise and lots more drool.

Perfect moment to strike, ain’t it?  “That ain’t cool, Pocket, you can’t hit on Raj’s sister like that.  In fact I promised Raj we wouldn’t do this.”

Jesus somehow spontaneously teleported back over to us from wherever the fuck he’d been.  “Raj’s sister?  Can’t be Raj’s sister, El Rey.  Much too guapa.”

Divjot’s face went a strawberry caramel so pure she turned into a fucking Ben and Jerry’s flavor.

“I see it now,” Jesus changed his mind immediately.  “Pocket, control yourself!  Stop hitting on Raj’s sister!  Once she saw your pequeno it would be over anyway!”

Pocket actually lost his cool long enough to growl, “How was the dog?”

“Not so stuck up as far as purebreds go,” Jesus gave his expert opinion on all things canine, “but I’ve never met an animal that’s more worried about his culo disappearing.”