Paxton flushed slightly when Mirajane accused him of actually wishing to have been endowed with the physical appearance of a bodybuilder. The taunt hadn’t been completely off-the-mark. When he made his wish, he [i]had[/i] expected to see a change in his appearance, though not quite that extreme. But how else would she have been able to make him the best lacrosse player in his school? She could have supplied him with the natural talent he lacked, but he still wouldn’t be able to stand up against the huge guys that were already on the team. The way he was now, any one of them could easily bowl him over.

He eyed the genie skeptically. She seemed perfectly confident that she had fulfilled his wish, and she was even amused that he doubted her. He supposed he could wait until tomorrow to see the results of the magic. The deal that she offered wasn’t a bad one: If he felt like she cheated him, then he could take it back and have a do-over. It was a win-win situation.

“Fine,” Paxton sighed and lay down on the bed again, staring up at the fan on his ceiling. “It’s a deal.” He glanced at the clock on his desk again. It was getting close to seven and he hadn’t eaten dinner yet. His eyes flicked back to Mirajane, and he wondered when kind of food genies ate. Did they even eat? He still had so many questions.

“I’m gonna grab some dinner,” he announced, getting up from the bed. “Do you want anything?”