Lily was going to throw a fit.

The idea made me smile.

People seemed to think I was Lily Whitmoor's boyfriend. It was the only excuse the idiot humans at Pillar High could come up with to explain why I was always around her. Knowing the truth about mine and Lily's relationship would give them nightmares. But it was our relationship that made me bait her all the time. If talking to the new girl would piss her off, I was all for it.

I darted through the gaggle of kids trying to find partners, making my way to the back of the classroom. There she was, examining her knuckles. A shadow of a bruise spread across her knuckles.

Maybe she hadn't escaped her little exchange with Lily completely unscathed.

"That looks painful," I said.

I had the satisfaction of seeing her jump in surprise. Sometimes life around here could be boring. This girl made me laugh. Maybe it was cruel, using her to piss off Lily. Pissing off Lily could get the poor girl killed. But she was just a human and I didn't get a lot of chances to amuse myself.

"Yeah, well... your girlfriend's an android, so hitting her metal skeleton kind of takes it out of a girl," she said flippantly.

I grinned. Sarcasm. Unusual. Most of the human girls I knew were too intimidated by Lily and her posse of princesses to crack jokes. Of course, most of them wouldn't have hit her, either. And most of the witches I knew were prejudicial bitches who treated me like vermin.

"Can I sit here?"

"For how long?"

My grin stretched wider.

"The rest of the year," I told her, and her jaw dropped.

This was going to be so much fun.