Finally. I mused, looking at the time. It was half past six.
I yawned, feeling hunger yanking my intestines and stretching. The sumptuous food that the matrons had filled up my plate with at the cafeteria seemed to have evaporated.
I knew that the principal had been behind it, the food I mean.
I had expected the matrons to hiss and maybe spit in my food, but there had been a relief look and somewhat happiness shining in their eyes as I had kept passing my tray from one matron to the other.
It was then I had understood that they had wanted to report the bullying scenario, but had been afraid for their lives, and for their families.
I was not sure what Rachel had used as a threat over them, but it had been enough to keep their mouths shut, and I wouldn’t understand that if I wasn’t in their position.
It was probably the only reason why I had given a short smile to Sinclair when our eyes had met in the hallway after school had dismissed.
He had stumbled in his steps, but I was already way ahead of him, a short smile on my lips too.
But Raul?? His case was different. I hadn’t cut him the same slack.
My stomach grumbled again, and I forwent my thoughts, and moved to the storage room to remove the working jacket which had my name tag on it, and also collect my school bag.
There was also a locker system here, and this time around, Raul had been the one to give me the key, and not the shopkeeper.
I didn’t know if the latter knew of my powerlessness or not, if Peter had told him that, like he had communicated to Mr. Lethon.
When I got near to the locker room, my ears picked up the conversation that was going on there.
“What do you think of her? Dora…”
I smirked, and paused a few feet from the door so that anyone crossing wouldn’t know that I was eavesdropping on the conversation that hadn’t been masked with magic.
They must have thought I was still working in the shop. Too bad for them. Too good for me because my ears were very sensitive.
“I think she is just so full of herself. She must be feeling so high and mighty seeing that the older populace sees her as a hero. Did you see the line of people that had stopped to thank her on every turn on what she had done for Levina? Like it was such a big deal? Tsk…”
I thought of badging into the room then, and asking the gossips, that if it had been easy as they had claimed to be, why hadn’t they done the same? Why hadn’t they stopped the bullying on Levina?
No, they had been so caught up in their own asses and egos that they hadn’t thought it wise to lend a helping hand to my friend.
And if they had the same excuse as Sinclair, and the matrons, then why were they tarnishing my name, instead of working together to quell another sight of bullying?
Jealous brats. I cussed mentally. They were just good at talking.
“And there’s the fact that the prince kept staring at her, despite the fact that she ignored him at every turn.”
“That is the most painful part.”
I hope the pain kills you all. Idiots.
“How could she behave that way toward the most liked male in the community? Is she nuts? Does she want to be killed?”
Killed? They would even go that far? My eyes widened now, in unbelief.
I drew a seat softly toward me, and sat down, crossing my legs thereafter. It was like I was back in the pack again. I sighed.
Why did death and hate follow me around?
‘Your family doesn’t hate you now, do they? Don’t mind the idiots.’
My mind offered, and I cocked my head to the side, wondering when my mind had become so perceptive, thinking on its own now.
Do I have a dual personality?
All I got was a laugh as an answer. But then it made sense. I couldn’t control people’s reaction toward me, I might as well let it be, and let life happen.
Trying to control things that couldn’t be controlled would just give me bouts of headache. It was best that I focused on things I could control, like my smart mouth which was biting now to be used.
“Well, she must have seen a lot of them, probably have slept with a lot of them from wherever she had stayed all this while, to look down upon Raul, and the three Lycan boys…”
There was a sigh of relish that disgusted me at that point which emitted from the girls which I contemplated were three in the room.
“The three Lycan boys are on a whole different level. Even I have to admit that Raul would have a lot to learn from them. And she still looked down on them. Maybe, we should try getting rid of the mask on her face and know how her eyes are under that mask.”
“Are you sure she even has eyes? Because that is the only reason why she seemed to be intent on covering them. She might be a blind slut. Who knows if an unsatisfied client had gouged her eyes out.”
They laughed then, together, as mental deranged patients would.
I wanted to hear more, so I didn’t step toward the door, not even when my stomach grumbled again. Instead, I picked the snack that I had purchased, a chocolate bar, and unwrapped it.
This would have to do. I mused, patting my stomach as I took a bite of the chocolate as if to tell it to bear with me.
“So, do you think we should get rid of the mask?”
“I think so. We should tell Rachel tonight in the group chat. Her answer would determine our next course of action. I think she will like the idea though.”