“So, what do you want me to do?” Headmaster Brenton asked, leaning into his large chair and blinking at Zayne, who sat opposite him.“It seemed like you didn’t hear what I said,” Zayne said, confusion heavy in his voice.‘This is a waste of time,’ Layla squirmed on her spot in one of the couches in his office. ‘The headmaster will obviously not care even if they try to kill me.’“I did. You said Ms. Dele was almost raped by four second-year students, and Ms. Wilde planned it.” He droned, placing his hand over his lips and stifling a small yawn. “So, what do you want me to do?”“What do you mean by what do I want you to do?” Zayne replied as his entire body turned tense, holding back the anger. “You’re supposed to punish them. Expel them.”“You’re telling me to expel five promising students because of the Child of Darkness. That’s highly unreasonable. I—”“Unreasonable! You’re telling me you’re going to let a bunch of rapists walk around the school scot-free?” He growled, his rage bubb
“What are you talking about? Brenton might not, but—”“But, who? The parliamentarians that are waiting for one little slip up so they can kill me? Don’t you get it? No one cares if those boys had raped and killed me.” Layla yelled, yanking her hand from Zayne’s grip. “No one in the whole school. The headmaster said it himself: Why would they punish the five students because of me? They’re far more important than my life. I doubt the parliamentarians would bat an eye even if concrete evidence was placed before them.”She sniffled, rubbing the back of her hand on her eyes to wipe her tears. “And who’s to say they would bring the truth? They can turn the whole story, make me the villain, and the parliamentarians will punish or kill me. It’s my words, the Child of Darkness words, against those of an elite student and four other students of Nox-Luminis. Who do you think they will believe? The school hates me. Everyone hates me. No one—”Zayne wrapped his arms around her, interrupting her
The entire class gasped, sharing the same shock Layla had as they all stared at Nyssa. Some pulled out their phones, recording the drama playing before them.‘Nyssa isn’t just apologising to her but also kneeling? Kneeling?! I’ve officially gone crazy. I’ve been so traumatised by this school that I’m seeing things. I need to wake up from this dream.’ Layla blinked, rubbing her hand over her face, but nothing changed. Nyssa was still on her knees with her head bowed and her hand clasped in front of her chest.“I-I was… wrong and… and… s-stupid and I-I promise I won’t b-bully you again. P-please forgive me.” She cried, and fat globs of tears fell from her eyes and hit the ground.‘No! I’m not crazy! The world is! Nyssa is actually apologising to me! This has to be a prank. What evil thing is she planning after this? Is this just a way to distract from the terrible thing coming my way?’ Layla’s eyes darted around, searching around for something—anything that could hint that Nyssa was pla
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zayne coughed in his fist, staring straight ahead and avoiding her gaze. “Then why are you acting guilty?” Layla probed, scrutinising his face as curiosity itched in her. Was there really a chance that he had forced Nyssa to apologise to her? “No, I’m not.” He refuted as he scratched the back of his neck and still didn’t look her way. “Then why are you not looking at me?” She frowned, standing in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest. “Tell me the truth, did you have something to do with Nyssa’s apology?” “Fine,” he sighed, slumping his shoulders. “Yes, I did.” “Why?” She asked, her face softened, and she dropped her arms. “Why not? Since the school decided not to do anything, I took matters into my own hands.” Zayne shrugged as they continued to her class. “After I left your dorm, I asked to talk to her and had a very simple conversation with her.” “Simple?” Layla simpered, and the corner of her lips tilted up. “How s
‘They’re apologising to me? Did Zayne also tell them to do this?’ Layla thought, staring at him from the corner of her eyes. His face was stone cold as he glowered at the other werewolves. “W-we… shouldn’t h-have done what we did, and we hope you f-forgive… forgive us. W-we promise to n-never… come close to you a-again.” The leader wept, bowing so deep that it seemed that his back was going to break. The four of them looked the same way Nyssa had. Beat down, tired, depressed, and terrified. “Um… Ok.” Layla muttered, twisting her lips. What else was she going to say? She just wanted them to be out of her face, and it didn’t help that the entire cafeteria was ogling at them. “Now, scram!” Zayne barked, and they scurried away, tipping on their feet. The entire cafeteria came alive with whispers and she sighed. ‘Why is it that every week something with me in the middle always comes up for people to talk about? It’s tiring.’ “So you had a little talk with them too?” Layla asked
The air between Alaric and Layla was awkward, and she bit her bottom lip. It seemed all the words she had installed to say had disappeared the moment she walked into the office.“So, why do you want to see me?” Alaric asked, clearing his throat.“I… um…” She stuttered, fiddling with her fingers. “I was… um… wondering why you cancelled the class today? Is anything wrong? Are you ill?”‘Are you avoiding me? I can’t ask that I’ll seem desperate.’ She thought.“I’m fine; thanks for your concern. I apologise for cancelling it on short notice.” He replied, running his hand through his black hair, tousling it a bit. “And I heard about what happened yesterday. Are you ok?”“You did? How?” She questioned, sitting up straight.“The headmaster told me. He was pissed that you would dare make Zayne confront him, and he told me to warm you. As if you did anything wrong.” He scoffed, crinkling his face. “Those students deserved to be punished; they’re a disgrace to this school, but Brenton can’t se
Alaric stiffened, and all the amusement and warmth in his eyes disappeared. His shoulders squared, and he retracted his hand from her face, and she let out a silent gasp.“I never should have come to your room that night. It was a disgraceful thing I did, and I’m deeply ashamed of myself, and I apologize.” He lamented, taking a step away from her. The shame hanging on his shoulders was almost visible, and he avoided staring at her face.“You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Layla said, frowning as she stood up from her chair.“You don’t need to cover up for me, Layla. I know what I did was horrible, after all the trust you put in me.” He insisted, shaking his head and taking a step away from her as she walked to him. “I took advantage of you—”“Stop saying that. You didn’t take advantage of me.” She hissed, glaring at him. Why wasn’t he listening to her? It was annoying that he kept blaming himself and wouldn’t just hear what she had to say.“Yes, I did. I—”“I
“Zayne, stop! Stop!” Layla screamed, stepping between the two men and grabbing Zayne’s arm before he could threw another punch.“Let me have him! I need to teach him a lesson!” He growled, trying to wiggle her grip off him, but she held on like it was her life.She had to stop the ruckus before they drew attention. How were they going to explain what was going on if another professor walked in? That was if Zayne didn’t blabber out that he caught Alaric kissing her. It would be hell from there on.“Let me go, Layla. Let me go!” Zayne said as Layla managed to pull him away from Alaric, holding his arm so he wouldn’t launch another punch.“No! You’re going to do something rash if I leave you.” She insisted, and her eyes went to Alaric. His nose was as it was a few seconds before Zayne stormed into the office, perfectly okay.“Are you alright?” She asked, watching him as he straightened his rumpled collar. His face was blank as an empty piece of paper; no emotion or expression was written