' Minimise the way you fight here. While you are at it, try to abide by the rules. Don't make my task harder for me '. A smirk appeared on Emma's face as he saw the Principal tying her hair again, trying to keep up with her mature woman demeanor. Her fangs, claws, and red eyes had gone.
' Fall your disguise '. He commanded her.
' Huh? '. Her hand halted as she reached out for her glasses on the table.
' I said fall you disguise, Onyx '. Emma commanded in a more serious tone as he walked up to her.
He stood before her and smiled at her widened eyes. He saw as she looked cautiously at the door and back to him. Behind the desk, he drew her closer to him.
' Fall your disguise, Onyx '. His voice turned mild, his breath fanned against her skin as he whispered those words into her ear.
The Principal gave a last look at the door and closed her eyes as she faced him, tightening her fists by her side.
Like a veil, the matured, womanly face fell revealing a younger, beautiful girl. Her hair elongated at the end, her lashes lengthened, her lips got fuller and her face was without blemish.
Emma stroked her chin, his eyes darkened as he followed his thumb on her face.
' I just hope we return to the way we are after all this. You and I '. Her tone, was soft as she gazed into his eyes while she let him do his rhythmic stroke on her face.
Emma bent forward. Onyx closed her eyes, waiting for a kiss. Her seemingly long wait broke as his lips landed on her hers. A gasp left her lips as he sucked on her lower lip.
He held onto her chin, holding her face up a bit as he sucked harder on her lips. He kept sucking and driving her to the seventh heaven. Her hands went to wound themselves around his waist when he parted her lips with his tongue, to welcome his warm tongue. He dived deep into her mouth getting her sweet moans in response. Her body responded to his kisses.
Suddenly, his lips left hers and he jumped across the table. Onyx ran her fingers through her hair and tied it immediately, wearing the Principal's face. Abruptly, she adjusted her dress and sat on her seat.
A knock echoed in the office and on permission, the Fitness teacher entered with a file in his hand.
' You may go to your class now, Emma '. Emma bowed and left the office.
The teacher drew closer to the desk and handed the file in his hand to the Principal. She adjusted her glasses to read the paper.
In the class, Diva repeatedly glanced back at Emma's seat. Somehow she was worried that he had stayed back in the Principal's office. She had noticed how quiet he was in the office. Was he going through some family problems?
She looked past his chair and saw his friends, all seated listening attentively to the lessons. Were they not concerned as to why their friend was not back yet?. Diva sighed and turned back to the teacher.
Why worry about him when his friends were not?. She was supposed to stay clear from him and here she was diving deeper into his life. She felt like hitting her head against the table.
With her eyes and full attention on the teacher, she began to immerse herself in the teachings until she eventually forgot about Emma.
Minutes passed into hours and before the very last period, Emma entered the class. Heads turned in his direction, some chose to ignore him. From their thoughts and her intuitive knowledge, it was because of the fight in the hall. She also noticed that with each desk he passes, the occupant will either remove their eyes or placed their heads on the table. She felt it. The dangerous aura around him.