“Your flirtatious behaviour is – and shall remain – unrequited,” continued Faye, “I would recommend that you concentrate on improving your chauvinistic view of females rather than your physique if you wish to achieve the devoted relationship you desire. At present you will continue to attract only young, impressionable girls who regard you as a transitory sexual experience. I am not one of them,”

There was a momentary pause as the honest revelation began to sink into Doyle’s chiselled features. His smile waned, white teeth slipped away as if hiding from embarrassment, while his eyes flirted around the room before landing on the cold blue carpet. The oldest member of the Second Year slumped deflated onto the desk, his pained expression and flushed cheeks not helped by the focused attention.

“I forgot to warn you kids,” said Ms Thorburn, struggling to hold back a smile, “Faye is known for her deduction and her tactless approach to the truth,”

“Like she knows shit about my life,” snapped Doyle, slamming his fist on the table in a sudden burst of anger. He stood up, stomped over to his bag and barged his way out of the classroom. Joel glanced at Ms Thorburn then followed after him.

“Rather than admit to his problem, Doyle Kennedy has decided to abort the situation,” said Faye as is she were giving a report on the situation, “However it is only by allowing this truth to reveal itself in public that he will be able to deal with it personally,”

The rest of the class watched as Faye moved over to Phantasia. John watched the new student over the rim of his glasses, eyes wide with admiration, while Lysander and Angelo sniggered to themselves.

That was a little harsh, thought Phantasia.

By exposing his insecurities in public, I have allowed him to face them, replied Faye, and you yourself believe the truth should be public, do you not? I would also add that Doyle Kennedy’s thoughts were quite public, suggesting that subconsciously he desires these fears to be made known. I merely gave him the opening he desired.

Phantasia knew the Water faerie mantra well: The world only tells you what the world wants you to know, right?

Kaori swivelled across her desk to face the two faeries, her pale, cherry blossom skin flushed as she averted her eyes from Faye’s penetrating, emotionless stare. “So, this is what you meant when you said she was observant, huh?”

“My knowledge is limited only to what is public,” said Faye, “From that I draw logical deductions. If you do not want me to know something it is unlikely that I will know it,”

“You’ll get used to it,” said Phantasia, flashing her biggest smile at an unconvinced Kaori, “You just gotta watch what you think—I mean say!”

Faye’s response was instantaneous: As must you watch what you say, Princess.

Kaori’s eyes narrowed to slits, but her frown curled up into a knowing smile. “I knew it! She’s a psychic like you, right? She sees thoughts, you see…” She blinked, her smile fading. “What was it again? Damn, where’s Joel when I need him?”

Phantasia had only considered for the briefest moment about telling Kaori the truth when Faye’s thoughts crashed into her head.

It would not be wise to further complicate the situation.

Chapter 43
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