I haven't done anything with you yet

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"Who made it?" Isabella grumbled and looked around to ask, but everyone was staring at her with so many questions. She had no room to find answers while everyone waited for her explanation.

"Miss Isabella, our President asks you to his chamber," a man in a suit informed her, had a gun at his waist, and looked like a bodyguard. His eyes were dark but dangerous.

"What does he want from her?" Danny asked, walking ahead towards the man.

"Who are you?" The man retorted with a distaste face. He had distinctly hostile when he asked that question as if he was talking with a lowly person.

"I'm her friend," said Danny rudely, as she hated the tone the man used on her.

"Then get on her shoulders. You'll know the answer," said the man and turned back. His violent steps made him disappear in the blink of an eye. Danny could not control her anger. In a flurry, she raised her middle finger and pointed it at the man's back.

"Calm down, Milady. Calm down," Bethany blew air on Danny's head and chanted by circling her. When Isabella broke into a smile.

"Shut up, Bethany," Danny angrily ordered and held her in a place. Suddenly Isabella turned around to look at the banner and it was like a big sharp arrow just pierced through her heart as she had seen it again. There's she was holding a football with her college jersey on.

Her eyes were showing determination, just like a professional player. But now her eyes were scared as if they didn't want to see that picture as if it was a nightmare.

"Bella, I think they are making a mistake. Talk to the President," suggested Danny when she saw Bella's resolute gaze on that poster.

"Yes," answered Bella, nodding her head and, ignoring the surrounding eyes, made her way to the President's room.

Her eyes caught the same man with a gun outside the presidential room. She saw he had a big black mark on the back of his hand. Moreover, it didn't look like a tattoo.

"Go in," the man ordered before Isabella could ask anything. Isabella looked at the man a little and went inside.

"Human," the gun-carrying man grumbled under his breath, an annoyance was written all over his face as if he despised talking to humans.

At that moment, entering the room, a heavy perfume just whisked into her nose. Also, she didn't slam the door this time. Her sliding was careful and slow, which she did after much thought.

However, everything aside, her eyes were got pricked by a woman whom she met outside the college. She was sitting on a chair as she swiveled it while filing her nails.

Isabella's eyes shifted from her to the person who was writing something on a paper, but she knew that she was being deliberately ignored here.

"Good afternoon," Isabella politely greeted them as she understood that if she had to hurry to this room, she would have to speak to them first.

"Miss Bella, you are quick. I thought you will come after I finished my toenails," that woman's sarcasm was understandable to Bella, and she didn't care a shit about it.

She didn't like this woman, and there was no specific reason for it. It just she didn't like her, "Thank you, Miss."

"Angela," the woman replied haughtily as if she wanted Bella to remember her name.

"Miss Angela, why have I been invited here?" Isabella asked instead of looking at the President, who had asked for her presence.

"You're already aware of the news that's going around the campus," curling her lips Angela said.

"Absolutely Miss Angela, and I am also surprised that no one told me that someone was making banners with my picture," replied Isabella deftly as she knew there would be more verbal confrontations between them.

"Huh!" A laugh came out of Angela's mouth before resuming, "You are wise, Bella. If someone else is standing in your place, the first question she will ask is why has she been picked for the match?"

"A match? Sorry, Miss Angela. I don't understand. I didn't enter any contests," Isabella asked, and she pretended to be innocent again, acting professionally.

"Well, our college has decided that you will be on the team at the football match this year," said Angela bluntly, annoyed by Bella's performance.

"What? I don't play football. Also, I can't see our principal because he knew what caused me to quit football," Isabella told Angela and turned hostile.

Also noticed that Alexander was looking at her while allowing Angela to speak on his behalf. This further irritated her because Angela was no one. She wasn't even a management member when she decided Bella would play in the match.

"Haha, well, I am a new counseling member of this college. I didn't get proper time to introduce myself in college but still, there will be an announcement soon. For your information, I was informed by your principal and he suggested to me about you." Angela stood up and finished her sentence.

"Why?" Isabella whispered, but it was easy to hear for Angela and she came near her.

She placed one hand on Bella's shoulder, alarming her and Bella was about to look at Angela when a lurk voice reached her ears, "This match will be fun. Don't worry."

Her heels scratched the floor, and she retired from that room, giving a slight smirk that could only be seen if anyone would face her.

Isabella turned her head back and saw the woman exit the room and one thing she confirmed within herself was that she didn't like that woman's back, either.

"Do you have anything else?" The only person Isabella hated the most suddenly asked when she was looking at Angela's posterior.

"Yes, I do not agree with whatever decision the college has taken. Just remove my name from that team list because I'm not going to play and I'm not interested," Isabella replied, standing in the same spot.

"The decision of college will not work in your comfort. You should be grateful that we decided to take you to this match. Plus, you can go on a trip to LA after the match," Alexander explained. And he didn't know why he did it.

"I'm not interested in going to LA. I'm not interested in football, and not excited about playing a single match," Isabella cleared her words slowly and clearly so that everything can enter this devil's mind. But she was wrong. Satan only smiled at her and made fun of her every word

"It's not a good thing to talk to your president, Miss Isabella. This is college, not my private room. This is not my sole decision. The entire authority of this college has decided to have you in this match. However, the other thing you said to Angela, I don't care." With this sharp reply, Alexander paused and looked into the girl's hazel eyes. They clearly hated what Satan liked the most and enjoyed it.

He leaned back happily before proceeding, "But this time you have to play the match. Yes, you can talk to the principal about arranging the match."

"It's not fair, sir. I'm not talking back. But I have some problems. Just try to understand that I can't play football," Isabella pleaded genuinely.

"Okay, I have lots of work. If you have anything to confront, just visit your principal. You can leave now," Alexander ordered, then turned on his laptop, taking his eyes away from the woman who was changed into an orb of flame.

"So, will you help me?" Bella asked. She didn't know why she feel like this man would think about her plea. And it worked, but not completely because Alexander only lifted his eyes to her, but his mouth was still shut.

"I have a problem. If you search, you'll know. Please help me," Isabella's tone dimmed down and her eyes held hope as they were gazing at the man, but the amount of time the man was taking to open his mouth made her nervous.

"Sign the contract," Alexander's orotund voice rang. Where Bella could not understand the meaning, but the next moment she was pushed into the void when she heard Alexander again, "Which I mentioned in my office?"

"Contract to live with you. You're crazy, Mr. Luther," Isabella said in a stunning voice. She couldn't believe the man mentioned the same nonsense contract. Surprisingly, she has never heard of anyone signing such a contract. So she took that conversation lightly as a joke but didn't think he'd mention it again.

"No, I'm not. As I said, you caught my interest." Alexander stood from his seat, crossing the table, he came to her when Bella retraced but didn't break her gaze from him.

"Sorry. I'm not interested in you," said Bella. She retracted her steps in panic as Alexander was approaching her like a hunter, and the very next moment she crashed into the wall. Now her heart pounded because there was no way to escape.

Alexander didn't stop either. He closed the distance between them, stopping very close to her.

"I can hear every beat of your heart. Are you scared? No, I don't think so. It means my presence affects your body and soul," said Alexander, drawing his face more on Bella's lips, as Bella moved her face sideways.

"You are doing shameful things in college. Stay from me," Isabella whispered, as they were very close to each other.

"I haven't done anything with you yet. Also, I asked you a simple question." Alexander was so in the mood to tease this girl that he didn't feel his body could be so comfortable near a human.

"I have a boyfriend," Isabella muttered, this time looking straight into his eyes.