Chapter 4 Is there something wrong?
Something was different.
The exotic girl before her smiled like a typical innocent and pure student but something was off. Perhaps, it was how her smile didn't quite reach her eyes or how her posture tried so hard to be meek, or how her fashion style clashed with each other. She must be keeping a painful and dark secret, Sav thought.
"I'm Brielle Storm," she smiled once again and shook her hand. "I'll be showing you around. It might take time for you to get used to the campus but don't worry I'll be giving you a map. Also, ask me if you have any questions."
Sav shook her hand firmly and thought wisely not to bombard her with questions right away. "Thank you and so nice to meet you."
"Let's get going. We still have an hour before class."
"Sure." Sav said a little too excitedly as she followed her around.
The halls were filled with students but it was never too crowded because of how spacious it was. Sav liked the high ceilings and how they had a building solely for a gym. Even their gunning range was exceptional.
"Are you nervous?" Brielle asked as she pushed open the double doors to what seemed like a high end restaurant but was really just the cafeteria. The food was served buffet style with luscious meals and appetizers. Silver utensils were used and white tablecloths covered the long tables.
"I'm more amazed than nervous. Is this the cafeteria?"
"It's the dining area. We don't call it the cafeteria since it looks nothing of the sort," Brielle explained then chuckled. "We also have a shopping mall nearby if you want to eat something else."
"You're serious?" Sav was beguiled.
"Very serious. Here's your allowance by the way." She handed a white envelope to her.
"That's very generous of them."
"I think we're done here. The last stop is your classroom which is where you will study for the rest of the year." Brielle took her hand. "You'd love it here. Don't worry about a thing."
"If everyone is as nice as you then I love it already."
"If I'm too nice then you're too sweet." Brielle smiled again and this time it reached her eyes.
***
Good luck,
If you're that curious about me then I hope you won't be disappointed. You'll be wasting your time trying to find out who I am instead of doing something worthwhile. I hope you have a nice day and
Welcome to the Mafia Academy.
Finding out is really not worth it,
H.
***
Sav sighed as she slipped the letter back in her leather bag. The more he discouraged her, the more she got curious so it wasn't really helping the situation.
"We're here."
Sav was glad that the classroom was nothing too fancy as it would distract her from paying attention to her studies, not that she ever failed a test but so that she didn't need to study for one. Listening to a teacher attentively always helped.
"Our last and new student is here. May I introduce you to the one and only applicant that succeeded in acing our rigorous entrance exam: Welcome Savannah Cahill," the teacher said formally.
Sav smiled and looked at her classmates. They were all well-dressed but if you looked more closely, some tattoos peeked out from their collars and white sleeves. Even the teacher had a piercing and a scorpion at his neck. The aura in the classroom was more than intimidating; it was a horror movie where gangs and their tattos almost glared at her.
Fortunately, this was no different from her everyday life.
"Hi, you can all call me Sav. That's all." She kept it short as there was nothing interesting she could say that would perk anyone's interest.
She was looking for a spot where she could sit as Brielle kept waving her over to the empty seat next to her but it was on the second row in front and she did not like sitting in front. She mouthed 'it's okay' and found the perfect spot at the second to the last row, right next to the window. She wondered why no one sat at such a perfect spot and couldn't believe her luck.
Being well mannered and a little suspicious, she couldn't help but ask the person who sat behind her. "Is this seat taken?" She asked and was surprised to see the mafia Lord's son. His eyes bored on her, not twitching and his mouth didn't move at all.
She shrugged, "I guess you also don't know then." A she sat down she felt the room's mood darken and heavier. Eyes sneaked glances at her, the teacher's mouth was shut tightly for a long moment, and Brielle's face was as pale as the paper on her desk. What did she do now?
At her peripheral the guy with spiky hair sitting next to the mafia Lord's son chuckled while the girl sitting next to her didn't move to look at her at all.
After the long class of trading business, Brielle pulled her fast out of the classroom.
"This is all my fault, you must have not known," she said nervously.
"Is there something wrong?"
"Yes and maybe no."
"Is it my introduction? Was it too short? Is it because I talked to the mafia Lord's son? Are we not allowed to do that? Am I being targeted? Or will I get expel—"
Brielle clamped her mouth shut before she could ask any further. "Calm down. Do you always ask these many questions?"
Sav nodded, a bit embarrassed. She couldn't help but be curious.
"This is gonna be a long day," Brielle sighed and brought down her hand. "It happened 15 years ago."
"What happened?"
"Nobody dared to sit in front of him in class or sit in front of him anywhere at all."
"Why, what happened?"
Brielle looked at her solemnly. "15 years ago, his mother died."