– You don’t even know her! – I was indignant, floundering under him.

In order to free himself, he had to turn on his side and with an effort, out of stubbornness, tear one of his hands off the ground. This was the only way I was able to roll away and get to my feet.

The student then stood up.

– Can we get a ladder? Or a high stepladder?

Carefully suppressing the embarrassment that arose out of nowhere, I took a closer look at the surrounding surroundings. I looked among the flower beds, grass, benches and bushes for something that I could use to build a lifting tower. The benches were not suitable for this purpose: their metal legs were embedded in the paths.

– Very unlikely. And even if something similar can be found at the academy, no one will give you anything. Let's go, I'll take you to the dorm. There is still a little time before dinner to settle into the new place.

– Nirel… That’s your name, right? – I clarified, just in case, and, having received a confident nod, continued: – Nirel, you need to go and settle in. And I need to get a pass. Where can I get it?

– Only with the freshman curator. And for this you need to go to the hostel.

A mocking smile appeared on his lips. And so I understood its nature. To get the pass, I still have to do what I just tried my best to avoid.

“I’m sure you’ll like it here,” he softened, motioning for me to go forward.

– But not me.

Walking around him in a wide circle, I walked with an independent air to the two-story building closest to the academy. It was also built from gray stone. Under the night sky it seemed dark and gloomy.

“The freshman building is on the other side,” they politely informed me, but I directly felt that the guy was laughing at that moment.

Personally, I was not laughing. Time irrevocably slipped through our fingers, and the longer we walked along the paths past benches and lampposts, falling under the shadows of trees with voluminous foliage, the stronger the confidence grew in me that I would not make it in time.

I won’t be able to get near our rental car before my mom leaves.

–Are you a freshman too? – I asked, looking sideways at my guide.

I felt comfortable walking next to him in silence, but my innate curiosity did not allow me to remain silent. Nirel was like those who were called “golden boys” in the schools where I studied. Ideal appearance, ideal manners and enormous pride tied to immense arrogance.

If these guys didn't have a brain at all, they were incredibly annoying. And if everything was in order with the thought, then they evoked fear on an instinctive level. Because they made wonderful manipulators.

I didn’t yet understand which nut I got.

– Freshman? – the student was restrainedly surprised, defiantly raising his right eyebrow. – No, I'm already on the third. There are two and a half years left until graduation.

– And this one?

Hinting at Spider-Man, I played with my eyebrows.

– This? – Nirel asked, frowning. -Are you talking about Percy? He's also in third. He just can’t come to terms with the fact that I have a better gift of premonition than he does.

A chuckle escaped the expressive lips, and with an effort of will I forced myself to look at his eyes.

“I thought that I wouldn’t be able to find him in the form of a spider.”

– Find… Were you playing hide and seek, or what?

I was horrified. Is there really nothing to do here?

– You can say so. Only the territory is not limited and there are no rules. Each of us has abilities. So we checked them.

– Like acute vision or hearing? – I suggested casually, trying not to be seen as being overly interested.