''Is it fun bullying a rookie?'' That calm voice played the role of a switch, switching the earlier confused but noisy hall off.
Everyone wanted to find the source of that voice which was cold on the surface but colder when one delved deeper unto it.
The students surrounding the place where the voice came from looked at the properly hooded man. Following the gazes of one another, the entire auditorium looked in a particular direction, at a particular person with one thought running in their mind.
Who is he?
Even Claire looked up in that particular direction to find a strange man walking towards them, or to be put properly, towards Ivy. When Claire shifted her eyes to Ivy in confusion, all she saw was a stiff body facing the other direction from the weird person.
Her eyes were shifting it's focus from here to there as if she was searching for a way out. Her hands clenched and few droplets of sweat appeared on her forehead which was quite surprising because earlier during the game, she didn't even sweat a drop. She was relaxed the whole time as if she couldn't be more laxed.
But now, her body looked stiff, her eyes shifty, her jaws and hands clenched in nervousness as cold sweat made it's appearance.
The sight of Ivy made Claire more curious about that person. While she was thinking about it, the person she was studying made a swift move. Ivy dashed towards the entrance but before she could take her second step, the collar at the back of her neck was grabbed by someone making her jerk back at the same speed she dashed forward
''Fuck.'' Cursing under her breath, Ivy put on a smile as she turned her face towards the person holding her back. ''Hehe... Hey coach. What are you doing here? I was about to get a drink.Should I get one for you?''
''You dare act inocent after trying to run the moment you realized it was me?'' The weird person said as he glared at the person smiling at him. Ivy was smiling so sweetly as if she wasn't the one who ran a second ago. This made his blood boil even more.
But hearing his words, she changed her facial expression to that of shock and horror as she exclaimed very righteously. ''How could that be? Why would I run at the sight of coach? That's impossible. I was just going to grab a drink as I was parched after an intense match. Coach! How could you even think of me like that? I'm hurt.'' Ivy even placed a hand on her chest to emphasize the worth 'hurt' more.