Chapter 8

He opened the door and walked out without checking whether I was following or not. We descended some stairs to the second floor of the building since the principal's office was on the third floor.

"Can you please slow down", I asked when he kept walking faster.

"I thought you didn't want to come closer to me", he stood still and spoke" or should I give you a hand?", he asked.

"What….I meant …was…"

"Don't worry, I'd slow down", he said and continued moving forward.

We kept walking on a long corridor till he finally stopped in front of a room with single desks.

"Stay here and let me inform the class about the presence of a new student first", he said and without waiting for my response, he walked in.

After some time, he came out and motioned me to come in. I took three deep breaths to calm my nerves before making a step to move in.

"Please introduce yourself ", the president said.

"I'm Aislin Hart, a transfer student from Westwood High. I look up to a peaceful cooperation ", I said shortly.

"Miss Hart please take the empty seat in the far end of the class", he directed me to sit.

"We need to ask her some questions first", one guy shouted.

"You can see her personally if you want to know her more", the president said and walked me to my seat.

The desk that was closer to me had a bag on it but there was no one there at the moment. I wondered if the person occupying that seat was a male or female.'I wish the person occupying this seat is a girl if not …', my thought was interrupted by the tap on the desk. The owner of the desk is Mr. President.

"Are you the one occupying this seat?, I asked him.

""Yes", he replied and sat down quietly.

"Mr President please can you move so that a lady would occupy that seat?", I asked pointing at his desk.

"No", he said coldly " and my name is Keenan Russell so you can address me as such and drop the title ", he added.

"But…",

"No buts miss Hart and begin to drop that wimpness and face the reality ", he simply said and returned his attention to his books.

I looked carefully into at him and noticed something more familiar this time. He had the same emerald eyes of the mysterious guy who half saved me in my nightmares. 'Fo they have any relation?' I questioned my thoughts. A piece of rolled paper flew across my face and landed on my laps. I took it and look at the direction in which it came from and I saw a lady smiling widely at me, it was that was same lady who took me to the principal's office. I opened the paper and read, ' see me when the bell rings for lunch'. I even didn't get the chance to thank her for her help earlier so I just thought of doing it , I simply nodded at her after reading the content.

I became confused about what Keenan said earlier and began thinking about it. Just when so deep in thoughts, another paper travelled towards me the same way the first one came. I thought it was the same lady but I realized she was doing her own thing. I opened to read , 'I would like to talk to you when you are less busy'. I scanned the class to find the owner of the paper but it seemed everyone was busy with their books. I folded the paper and stood up to dump it in the bin in front of the class. Just as I returned after dumping, countless number of papers started flying towards me with the students giggling.

"Would you guys stop this?", Keenan questioned angrily.

"Why should we stop, isn't this a tradition for new students?", one guy shouted from behind.

"Yes it is", everyone in the class responded with the exception of the lady and one guy who didn't seem to be part of the class.

"Yes it is a tradition which must stop now", he said authoritatively and dragged me by the wrist to my seat.

For the first time, I didn't protest when he held me. I even forgot my wrist was still in his hands which I got to my seat.

"This is something normal the do to welcome new students, don't take it to heart ", he said and left to his seat.

"Thank you ",was all I could utter.