Zayn brings the poor girl back into his cabin. Just a few seconds of delay or fast forwarding would have saved her from this mess. He slaps himself for overthinking again, but he would have done anything to save her from the situation she was in.
The poor girl was whimpering and shaking like a leaf. Closing the door, Zayn quickly hugs her and whispers sweetness until it oozed out her ears. He too was scared and terrified at the helpless condition she was in. But he saw the small speck of blood against Alex’s face too. He was mildly proud, but the blood on both corners of her lips did no justice.
“I’ll make sure those three are expelled. I’ve had just about enough of their nonsense now.” He says, knowing they were his ex students of the previous batch. Cassandra only wails like a baby until she calms herself down. Zayn slowly rubs her back, strokes her hair and does everything to draw her pain away faster.
A few minutes later, Zayn kneels down in front of her with a small blotch of alcohol. The girl flinches every time it burns the corners of her lips slightly.
“I’m sorry.” He apologizes, making her smile even if it hurt a little to stretch her injured skin.
“It’s fine. It’s not your fault is it? Also, I hate him for what they did to Ravine. It wasn’t necessary. I hate them.” She states her hatred. The man smiles softly, saying cinematically, “If my girl hates them, I might as well turn their lives into living hell.” Says the man.
Now, Cassandra knows he’s from a powerful family. But how powerful?
“Do you… have connections with mafia or something?” She asks as innocently as ever. If he’s pissed that she guessed him right, he might punish her; she thought.
“No, lord! My family is not that dark! But we killed a few people.” He says, whispering in her ears. She gasps aloud, her lungs taking in all the oxygen it can.
“You’re so cute!” He was charmed by her, the way her cheeks puff and her pink fingertips over her agape mouth.
“You okay?” He asks her after a while, taping her leg to get her out of her plethora of thoughts. Cassandra nods but she wasn’t quite in the mood to step outside now.
“I don’t wanna go outside.” She says.
“I understand.” She looks at him, blinking. She thought he would force or convince her to go out and meet up with her friend to feel better. But Zayn responds differently and with a smile.
“I’ll make up an excuse so we both can go outside.” He says. Cassandra’s heartbeat knew no bounds. It was fluttering so bad she thought he would hear it.
A while later, Ravine hands over Cassandra’s bag as she hugs her best friend. They were in front of the principal’s office. Zayn has packed his bags and confidently went inside to request the principal to let him go and drop her home.
The conversation, as per normal rules would have went like, “Sir, as her homeroom teacher, I think it is important that I face her parents and clear judgements while you handle the rest with the boys. They have been a nuisance ever since and you know it too.” Says Zayn, as per expectations.
Although, the reality was entirely different.
The tall teak door opens and Zayn walks out smiling pleasantly. He looks at the two girls, along with a few other previous spectators as his smile fades. Upon his appearance, the other girls run away while only the two remain.
Ravine raises an eyebrow at the two. She was daring enough not to call her homeroom teacher Sir any longer when they weren’t in a classroom setting.
“Why were you grinning so big? What happened?” She asks, butting her nose.
“It’s nothing. I finally get some time to spend with-” Cassandra realises Zayn was about to say the forbidden truth in front of Ravine. She smacks his knee, almost making him trip over as he moans in pain.
“Not the knee! I’m an old man!” He jokes, the three laughing at his slight injury. He bites his tongue when he realises and says to Ravine, “Spend some time with my family. That’s all.”
“Huh. School is pretty boring for a rich man like you I guess. Get back to business then, old man.” It wasn’t harmful to say Ravine soothed up to Zayn after their stay at Cassandra’s house. She could talk to him freely and openly roast him without the fear of slashback from him.
Also, it was pretty fun teasing the old man. For her.
“Good riddance.” He sighs once Cassandra and him step out of the campus gates. Both their bags upon their shoulders, they smile at each other and run a bit further away from normal human sight. After covering the visible range of their campus, they both hold their hands and begin jumping through the streets like normal lovers.
Everything kept going normal for them. They stop at an ice cream parlor when an old man serves them ice cream.
“I’m plain as vanilla, sir.” Says Cassandra as she wanted to pay for her own. But Zayn completely rejects her and offers the man a sum for both their ice creams. He looks down at her and says his order, “And a flamboyant cheesecake cookie cream for me, please.”
The girl almost laughs at his description of the flavor.
Indeed, it looked just as though their flavors represented them well.
Vanilla scented, warm and cozy like a freshly printed book. Or rather even an old one which was comforting. That was Cassandra’s personality.
On the other hand was Mr Flamboyance who was once ashamed to be her support, but now his whole life was under her support. The man now melts for her like cheesecake, savoury upon her request like the versatile cookie and creaming any time for her like-
Yeah. The perfect pair for each other.