She spent the entire class thinking about Rome D'Angelo.
Specifically, she spent the entire class watching him from the corner of her eye while pretending to take notes on Solana's announcement about the Battle Trials. Her pen wrote words her brain did not register. Something about three versus three format. Something about Friday morning. Something about random team draws.
Rome sat in the back row with Mera Cross.
They were not touching right now. That was something. Rome had his elbows on the desk, listening to Solana with the casual confidence of someone who had not slept in a strange bed and broken multiple academy regulations in the past twenty-four hours. Mera was actually taking notes, her tail curled loosely around one leg of her chair, her black hair in its high ponytail.
The marks on Mera's neck were visible from the front of the room.
