Chapter 4: The Colored Yarn

Happy Monday or a hellish first day.

"I already fixed your transcripts, so you will be starting with your classes today," I tell Jason when he arrives at my office.

"Boris will show your room," I add while gesturing him to follow my assistant. Jason stands and leaves without even saying a word.

He still looks hostile as when we first met. I just shake my head.

His presence in the university spreads like wildfire. Every student becomes curious of what he is like.

Some students are excited to see him while others who already met him are appalled. Women swoon at his presence while men can't stand it when he's around.

Just like the five lords, he's got the charm that can shut a room without even doing anything. He also has his fair share of the infamous Spencer's volcanic temper. He is like an untamed beast.

Not without a day that he comes to my office for beating someone up. Thus, his new nicknames--- The Black Sheep or The Dark Prince!

"What is it this time, Jason?" I ask in front of him and another student, whose nose is bleeding.

"Ask him!" he answers, staring at the poor guy seemingly terrified.

"I did not do anything wrong professor. I promise! I~ he~ he suddenly came and punched me in the face!" he says as he occasionally looks at Jason, sitting in that dominant manner.

"I warned you not to stare at me~" Jason hisses.

I close my eyes as I listen to him talk. Since he came, this guy has been the 50th victim of his explosive temper.

"Boris bring this guy to the clinic!" I command as they leave.

"As for you~ we need to talk," I say.

For a moment, I stare at Jason and he meets my eyes without even blinking. I exhale as I look away.

"When are you gonna stop?!"

"I can't. You said yourself that brutality runs in our blood. Well, I am just keeping it running," he says casually.

"You are terrorizing everyone. This is a school, not a boxing ring!"

"What's the difference? They are both inflicting pain and you need hard work and determination to pass," he says nonchalantly.

"This is your last chance! If you ever beat another guy--- I'll see you--- in hell!"

He smirks. Then, he shrugs his shoulders. He does have the Spencer charm, sitting on my sofa as if it's his throne. I smile at the idea. He raises his brow at my reaction.

"Hell?"

"Yeah!"

"Sure. I might as well give you a tour since I've already been there~" he replies, challenging my temper.

"Good. When we go there, be sure to prepare a banquet for me," I say, smiling at him like a psycho.

"Tsk! Can I go now--- professor?" he says, emphasizing the word 'professor' in a sarcastic way. I ignore.

I gesture him to leave.

Days go by and life in university becomes more hectic while the life at the mansion turns chaotic.

The lords quarrel with Jason pretty much every day. Even without words being said, a tacit competition arises. His presence at the mansion stirs all kinds of emotions.

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Letizia and Stephanie are at the veranda drinking beer while watching the quarter moon peeping through a cottony cloud.

"The view from the veranda is exquisite. Whatever weather it is, its impeccable beauty never fades," Stephanie utters. Letizia agrees.

"Just a moment!" Letizia says before heading inside and comes back wearing a white dress.

"Take a photo of me against the moonlight!" Letizia tells Stephanie, who looks at her from head to foot.

"What are you wearing?" she asks.

Letizia turns around swinging the skirt of her white dress.

"This atmosphere is perfect for a photoshoot," Letizia says as she adjusts her corset.

"What?! You might fall down--- like Primrose!" Stephanie says nervously when Letizia sits on the railing with her back towards the moonlight.

"Don't be a goosey! I'll be fine!" Letizia says while smiling, assuring Stephanie that there's nothing to worry about.

"Okay... take photos now!" Letizia says as Stephanie nervously takes photos.

They keep on laughing as she tries different poses.

Then, the wind begins to blow stronger to Letizia's delight.

"This is amazing!" she says while spreading her hands like Rose in the timeless romantic movie Titanic.

"I am thinking, why don't we take photos at the grand staircase inside. I bet, no one's in the living room already," Stephanie says excitedly.

Letizia tilts her head then she agrees.

"So~ what should I do?" Letizia asks.

"Climb up until the middle of the staircase. Lie down. Twist your lower body to your right. Put your left hand above your head. Your right hand on your lap. Let your dress flow, following the stairs. Flex your legs a little bit. Relax them as if they are hanging on the stairs. Tilt your head to your right and look down... that's it!" Stephanie instructs as Letizia follows.

Then, she begins taking photos from different angles. Letizia looks like a fallen angel's bride. Stephanie even takes some flowers and let Letizia hold them.

Click. Click. Click.

Then, Stephanie holds on to the camera tight when she sees Jason going down the stairs through the lens. He looks at Letizia blankly.

"Move~," Jason says with his usual cold voice.

Letizia jolts upon hearing his voice as nervousness creeps in her chest. And then, she impulsively stands up. She moves so quickly that she steps on the hem of her dress causing her to lose her balance.

She screams as she falls down. She shuts her eyes when she sees the stairs becoming closer. Then, she holds her breath and prepares herself for her unfortunate fate.

She can hear Stephanie's squeal and footsteps.

Then, someone holds her waist, preventing her from falling.

Letizia heard gasps. She slowly opens her eyes to see the face of her savior--- Jason staring at her with his stale expression. He lets her go when he sees Ben's rage.

"What is the meaning of this?" Ben thunders from upstairs.

Without a warning, he runs to where Jason is standing and hits his face. The ladies scream as the two men brawl while the other lords just watch--- even betting who's gonna win.

"Don't you ever lay your filthy fingers on my girlfriend's body!" Ben shouts.

"Hah! Don't worry. I don't feast on someone else's food," Jason replies.

They roll on the floor, throwing punches on each other.

"Stop!" Letizia screams, Ben's fist suspended.

"It's not his fault, darling," she says.

Jason stands and glances at him.

"Your girlfriend seems to be in a hurry to get married, and I feel sorry for her--- for choosing a guy like you!" he mocks as he wipes the blood on his lips.

Ben wants to crush him with his hands, but his girlfriend is hugging him tightly.

Jason simpers as he leaves.