The rest of my classes before lunch were pretty normal and basic. After Professor Puck, I went to Professor Pennington's class. He teaches basic math and science; in that class, I was with people my age. I was still a little behind, but it was almost like being back at my old school. Then it was to Professor Lindsey's class. He's a character. He teaches Literature. Basically, the same as my old school, although they do look for more Caster symbolism than we did at my old school. He's very passionate and can get worked up very easily. By the end of the class, he was basically shouting about what he thought the book was trying to say.

Also, calling my teachers professor is weird. I didn't have to do that at my old school. We would just call them Mr. or Mrs whatever their last name was. Here it's always Professor first. I guess I'll just have to get used to it.

My last class before lunch is a little like my first class, I am back with the babies and the subject is History. But, not just any history. Caster History. Which does intertwine with regular history a lot but there is also a lot of stuff about Caster's being involved in things that my old school left out. I felt like I was relearning world history all over again, but this time it's the Caster addition.

Who knew Caster's have so much history?

I got let out early and got lunch with the babies before walking to Cyrene's office. I have a two-hour break before my next class. When I walk in Cyrene is mid makeout city with her girlfriend. I clear my throat and they spring apart.

"Sorry, next time I'll knock," I said.

"Uh, emm can you forget you saw that?" Cyrene's face turns bright red.

"Saw what?" I sit down at her desk and take out my food to eat.

"We'll pick this up later tonight," Lorelei gets up and pinches Cyrene on the butt before walking out.

Cyrene stares after her, biting her lip.

I clear my throat again.

"Right, sorry. Guess I lost track of time."

"Clearly," I say around a mouthful of fries.

"Well, that's slightly embarrassing. I'm going to go fetch something to eat to recover from this and when I get back, we'll start." She says.

I hold up and thumbs up as I bite my burger.

As soon as she leaves, I get up and look around her office.

If she really is the council's lapdog she probably has classified intel in here somewhere.

I move the books on her shelf, checking the titles as I go. Then I go to the pile of paperwork sitting on her coffee table. Nothing too scandalous there so I turn to her computer and click the screen on.

Someone clearing their throat makes me flinch.

I quickly pull away and look at the door.

It's Lorelei again, she caught me red-handed.

I watch her go pick up her jacket which she forgot on the ground.

"What were you doing?" she asks.

"Nothing," I lie.

She raises an eyebrow.

I feel my cheeks heat up.

"I was just curious," I say when she still hasn't left.

"About?"

"Err umm being a lesbian." I come up with.

I feel my cheeks get warmer.

That's probably the stupidest lie in the history of lies.

"And you were what exactly?" she smirks at me, seeing how far I will take this.

"I was going to use the computer to research it."

"Right... research. What kind of research?"

I can feel the embarrassment spreading all over my skin, turning me a bright pink.

"You know," I say.

"Do I?"

I stay silent.

"Still need to work on your lying, but if you want to stick with the I was looking up lesbian porn on my lesbian mentor's computer excuse, go right ahead. I'm sure Cyrene will get a kick out of that."

"Don't tell her!" I quickly say.

"Oh, I'm gonna tell her." She says in amusement.

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth just don't tell her that."

"What is the truth?" she crosses her arms.

"I wanted to know if Cyrene always wanted to be an elder. Someone told me that star casters are too powerful, so the councils try to control them. I want to know if being an elder was her idea or someone else's." I say.

"I see, and who told you that?"

I think about what Vega said, about Psy Casters being unfairly punished and I say,

"Just someone in my first class. The kids were talking about the different types of Casters. I don't know some kid; I think his name was Zach. I think he was just trying to scare me."

There, a half-truth. Someone in my first class did tell me it, but it wasn't Zach. Can you tell the difference in that? You freaking walking lie detector.

She eyes me before she sighs, "Don't let those kids get to you Emery. Kids will be kids. There is no evil conspiracy here," She says.

Looks like she bought it.

"Hey, I don't know that," I say.

She chuckles before turning to leave, "don't poke your head into other people's business. It's rude. I'll keep this to myself, don't let it happen again." She calls over her shoulder before walking out.

I sigh in relief once she's gone.

I swear there is just something off about her. Cyrene may not see it because she's too busy playing tongue hockey with her, but Lorelei is awfully suspicious. Always popping up at the most perfectly timed moments.

She said people are watching me, but I'm starting to think she's the one watching me.

It would make more sense. She is Cyrene's girlfriend so she would be able to get closer to me without looking suspicious. But just like I'm a bad liar, she's a bad spy. Like how she conveniently lost track of time and let her make-out session run into my tutoring session. Or how she conveniently forgot her jacket. Give me a break. She has spy written all over her.

I bet it was her idea to get Cyrene to join the elders too.

Cyrene walks back in with food and plops down on the couch.

"So, where to begin?" she asks.

"Did you always want to be an elder?" I ask outright.

She eyes me in confusion.

"I'm thinking of running with Lysander for student body president," I supply.

"Ah, I see. Well, it's good to get involved in some extracurriculars. That will help you fit in more. I bet you can make friends that way. If you want to do it, I say go for it."

"Did you ever run for student president?" I push.

"No way, I was a total jock. You are looking at the record holder for the fastest round and three-time league champion of magic siege. I was the best at that game. Everyone wanted me on their team because I am a star caster. Some people actually tried to get me banned from the game, said my abilities gave me an unfair advantage. They used to call me Starlight, I was a legend at this school."

"Really? Why didn't you go to the pros?" I ask.

She frowns.

I lean into the conversation.

"I wanted to..." she says.

"But?"

"But it just wasn't in the cards, I guess. I never got any offers. I couldn't really believe it, I guess the pros weren't ready for a Star Caster. Then The elders approached me and asked if I wanted in. They said I could make a bigger difference there. That Star Casters deserved to have a voice on the council. And I agreed with them. It wasn't my first choice, but things worked out, I guess. Hey, maybe you should try out for the sport. I bet you'd be a natural. I can teach you."

"Uh, no thanks. I'm not really a sports person." I say.

"Shame," she sighs.

So, Vega is right after all. The Celestial council took Cyrene in to keep a closer eye on her. They are trying to control her. Will they do that to me? Is Lysander, right? With me on his team, he's basically shoo-in. He'll win by default just so the council can keep a closer eye on me.

Whoa, that's a lot of pressure and power. I can win anything I want by default because I'm being watched, and they want to control me. But, who did this to me? Is it the four pillars? Are they mad that the celestial council has a star caster and they don't?

Is that what all this is about?

Because if it is, I have a few choice words for someone.

"Alright, back on task. How were your classes?" Cyrene asks.