Chapter 3-
Soon I found myself surrounded by girls smelling so intensely of perfume that it stung my nostril.
“Hi,” the familiar song-like voice says.
I look up at Grace as she sits down beside me. She is wearing a dark red dress that was form-fitted at the top and flared at the bottom. She looks beautiful. Her blond hair was on top of her head in a high ponytail. I smile at her and know every boy won’t keep their eyes off.
“What?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
“You look lovely,” I replied matter of factly.
“Thanks,” she beams back at me, “ I notice you at least changed your outfit.”
I grin. After the Headmistress remark, I switched into black ripped jeans with crystals on the side. I topped it up with a loose white sheer crop-top with a black tank top under it. For the first time, I was wearing my hair in a different method. I had my cocoa hair in two french-braids and put on some red lipstick. Hopefully, the Headmistress won’t try to chop my head off.
All of a sudden the room fell into silence. I caught my breath as the cafeteria doors swung open. Grace gasped beside me when the first boy marched in. The guy had on a yellow vest. Surprisingly, it doesn’t look bad on him. He looks around the girls like there is something to eat. I glowered at him when his dark eyes rested on me. He proceeded to the other side of the cafeteria and took one of the chairs.
The girls giggle as they gaze at him like their favorite candy. The next group of boys also walked in like they owned this place.
“Idiots,” I whispered to myself.
When the last boy strolled in, I froze, and my blood drained out of my face. He looks older than the rest and is the only guy not wearing our flag color suit. But instead, he wore a tie with a white button shirt tucked in a pair of jeans. His midnight hair was disordered like he ran his hands in it a couple of times. He looks dangerous.
He stops at the entrance to the door and the whole room turns cold. My heart is pounding so emphatically that it is the only thing I can hear.
His green eyes wandered blankly around the room. They gaze at me and stop. A small smile plays at his lips. I hold his stare without blinking. I feel Grace’s eyes dawn on me.
He holds his sinister stare as he deliberately crosses the room. My lungs burned and I forced myself to take a deep breath. It seems like an hour before he sits down, but they were only unusually long seconds.
I’m not paying attention to what is happening in the room except for him. So when the Headmistress spoke, I jumped out of my chair.
“Are you ok,” Grace says, sounding concerned.
I nod my head at her and keep my stare at the guy who I’m striving to understand.
He bites his cherry lips, holding back a laugh. I hastily look away. This is not healthy for me, not at all. Nothing has ever caught my concentration this much before, certainly not a guy. For some reason, the fact that it’s happening makes my blood boil.
“Gentlemen it’s a pleasure to finally get acquainted,” Headmistress speaks to the guys gently.
“The pleasure is all mine.”
All eyes jump to the door. A cold, deep voice comes from a tall, elegantly dressed man with sharp hard eyes. He is almost as pale as my white shirt. He peers down at the Headmistress with so much desire, I almost puked.
“Hello, Glinda,” he sang.
Headmistress stares up at him like she is being hypnotized. The man cleared his voice.
“Today is the day when we get together and get to know each other properly.”
Coming from his voice the words seem wicked. I absolutely despise this guy.
“I would love to get all the sixteen years old or older to stand alongside me,” he continues.
I look at the Headmistress. For the first time, she didn’t take charge of the situation. This is not like her. Instead of her holding her head up like the headmistresses she is, she held it down like a pouting dog. A sense of sadness flooded over me.
Slowly, a redhead with a green dress stood up. She silently walked toward the pale man. He grins when she approaches him. Three other girls followed her lead. I debated with myself to either get up or remain seated.
My eyes shift to the boy without given permission. I find his intense eyes fixed on me. His concentrated gaze makes me squirm in my seat. I quickly look away. Grace gently brushes my legs.
I rose from my chair with my heart in my throat. I heard another movement and my eyes snapped to it. The guy is standing up with me. My eyes widen in confusion. And the only response I got from him was a smirk.
With his hands in his jeans pocket, he steps to the center of the room. I follow after him. I stop in front of the man and his piercing eyes travel down my outfit. The stare made me feel dirty.
“What’s your name,” he says.
I didn’t answer but just glared at him.
“ANSWER ME,” he growls with a hard voice.
I didn’t. His hands lifted and I closed my eyes waiting for the blow. But it never came. I deliberately opened my eyes and gasped. The boy’s strong arm is holding the man back.
“I’m sorry Headmaster,” the boy says in a rich soft voice, “I can’t allow you to touch this beauty.”
I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to say. So I just glared at him. I don’t need saving. I wasn’t a damsel in distress. He stares back with confusion coloring his green eyes. But he immediately brushed it off with a grin.
The man that he called the Headmaster, draws his arm from the boy’s grip. He glares at him with disapproval. I turn around to face the room and I find thousands of shocked faces staring back at me.
The Headmaster once again clears his voice.
“Now, I would like to congratulate these teenagers for giving their service to society,” he says like he doesn’t notice the startled expressions everybody wore.
I desired to scream at him that I didn’t give my service to anybody, but I kept my mouth sealed. Gradually the room erupted with applause.
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