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After I take the card she turns her back toward me, lifting up her hair and pulling down the back of her shirt, slightly showing me one of the most beautiful tattoos that I’ve ever seen on her neck, it looks like a freaking hologram.
“Please never hesitate to call if you need me,” she states while she’s turning around. I nod as my whole body freezes and goes into shock again. We need to leave this room, she knows how desperately I need to find my parents.
Ms. X beautifully sashays herself in front of us to open the door, most likely wanting to make sure that we were safe on the other side.
Eden grabs my hand as we walk out to the onslaught. The Dean, admins, a shit ton of guards and hundreds of students are aligned right outside the admin building. Watching eyes are volleying back and forth between me and the member of the Council.
I’m pretty sure that other people have heard of the Council. I never have and holy fucking shit, we’re rich.
Snickers and murmurs are made as students watch and scrutinize both Eden and me trailing down the stairs. We’re the lambs heading straight for slaughter.
More people are enamored with Ms. X as she walks down shaking hands. Several students keep snapping pictures and taking videos. Great, that’s all I need to pop up later.
The guards from earlier have flanked us, even nudging students out of the way that don’t want to move.
“I am so sorry I got you into this,” I whisper to Eden as I look around in shock.
“Shut up, this is freaking awesome. I’ve never had this much excitement in my life before.” She gives an endearing smile then nudges me with her arm. “I feel the sadness streaming through your bones. I have your dad’s number, I will continually try to call him as you work on your mom.”
“Thank you,” I choke out. I have no idea what I did to deserve a friend of this magnitude.
Chapter
Fourteen
Reaper
I couldn’t make out everyone who was around Taylor, but I followed the mass of guards encircling her straight to the admissions office. I wanted more than anything to get a view of the two people standing with her but all I could make out was the back of their head. I can tell which one was Taylor and that’s it.
When Remy and I are somewhere new, we try to fit in, not just with our living arrangements but more so how we dress. I’m in my normal jeans with a navy blue Santorin University T-shirt. The only thing that I didn’t change was my combat boots. I feel naked if I go anywhere without those things.
My baseball hat is aimed low trying to hide most of my distinguishable features. There is no reason that anybody should recognize me. Especially since I keep myself hidden, but you never know.
Remy is currently in our dorm room, but according to him he is locked in there doing surveillance work. He’s most likely pouting, but undisturbed. Boredom morphed into jerking off I’m sure.
What I didn’t expect when I followed everyone over to the admin’s office is the amount of people that are lingering outside.Since I don’t know all the answers, this is the best place to try to put the pieces together. I know several of these students have classes or at least they want to eat, it’s nearing lunchtime. I glance at my watch, listening to my stomach slightly protest.
The students are loitering, waiting for news of what’s going on in that building.
The popular students, the ones that were sitting with Taylor and giving her shit the other day are obviously having the most fun with it. Being loud and obnoxious, not lowering their voice at all, like immature high school students.
The biggest thing that they’ve been able to come up with is that she can’t afford tuition. Idiots, she’s the only fucking transfer in decades from what I’ve gathered. The school is so damn rich and influential it doesn’t even matter.
Over a million a year, that’s how much it takes to get in here, rich or poor. The ones that enroll are supposed to be at the top of their fucking league and the way that these idiots are talking, if I was in charge, I would be worried.
But these are more so the jocks, football players aligned right next to the beautiful girls, the cheerleaders. These students are here predominantly just for the name. That means their parents were hoping, maybe even praying that the school would turn them around. Make them the smart responsible humans to be let out in the world, maybe even make the world a better place. Most likely to extend the family’s name and make a shit ton of money.
The nerdier group, the ones that are proud wearing their glasses, the messy hair, are a ton thinner and an unhealthier looking group of kids. They are gathered over to the other side as far away from the athletes as they can.
They have their own version of events of what actually happened, they think that someone died. “Most definitely someone died,” is exactly how a girl stated it.
I only heard this when I was walking by earlier but one of the girls in the group also believes a king or queen died, pointing to a princess halfway between them and the popular kids. The princess is visibly shaken, being attended to by her sincere but excited friends.
“She’s an heir and is now going to be like the freaking queen of England or something. It’s a huge deal. The marching bands will start playing soon.” Oh my God, fucking kill me now. I really want to start hitting my head on the wall as I listen to one of the louder girls scream out, dramatically pointing to the Princess.
More people are converging on the future queen as she is rapidly texting and firing off messages on her phone. The more times you hear something, the more believable it will become.
This girl is going to convince herself of everything happening just because the amount of people around her are saying it. She’s visibly shaken.
