She chuckled, "You are a funny one, Miss Howell. All of the teachers came to talk to me about you, and how they believed you were holding yourself not to catch attention. And that the reason might be the fact that you are being bullied since you first came in here."
Arching my eyebrows, I had to use all of my strength not to make a displeased face, "I don't like the attention."
"But you are deceiving the teachers and your colleagues by doing so, Miss Howell. That's not cool."
I couldn't hold the scoff, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Beaumont, but none of my colleagues have been cool to me since I first stepped my foot inside this place. And the teachers knew what they were doing to me and were complacent. So, in all honesty, I couldn't care less about deceiving them. That still doesn't change the fact that I don't want the spotlight," I can't be under it.
The risk is too high. I can't take it.
"Now, this is you!"
"What?" I blinked confused.
She smirked, "You've also been bottling up your emotions and thoughts, haven't you, Miss Howell? All of these years," how can she tell? "Vampires are naturally prone to have violent issues, and when they hold themselves it isn't good. It's the same as an ocean retracting itself until a tsunami falls and destroys everything in the way."
"I don't have violent issues."
The principal tilted her head and looked down at my hands, "Why are your fists closed so tight, and your nails hurting the palm of your hands then?" Damn it, she's insufferable.
It's my way of holding myself. What's the problem with that? "I'm just pinching my palms."
Her loud laugh spread to the room, and when I realized, she was already in front of me, holding my hands in hers, "There's blood in your hands because of how much you ran here. How is it that you aren't hurting your palms?"
Sigh, "Look, principal Beaumont, each person has their ways of dealing with their emotions, okay? This is mine. I'm fine with it. And not to offend or anything, but I don't see how this concerns you. So, if one thing, can we get back to talking about my grades?"
The ancient woman gasped, "You are one of the boldest students I've ever met. I'm just worried as your supervisor. Besides, you have to take care of your hands. Nevertheless," she turned around and sat on her chai again, "regarding your grades, there's nothing to be done, dear. You will have to show your actual potential in all of your subjects in all the stages of the course of the year. And you will only be allowed to graduate from here and enter Gastronomy School if you pass with a top grade!"
I gasped in horror, "No. Please. You can't do this to me, Mrs. Beaumont. This never happened before. That's not right!"
The woman grinned again, "Just like someone like you never came to the school. Manipulating all of your grades. If you didn't want attention, I'm sorry, but that plan of yours backfired. You got me very interested in you and your potential. So, to give you even more motivation, I'll give you two warnings. You will have to get into at least three non-vampire clubs besides all of your current classes. And, if you refuse to comply, I'll take your interesting case to the Ministry."
My entire body froze.
"I thought so. Your body tells me how you doesn't like that idea. So, do we have a deal?" She's a monster.
I feel like reaping her head from her neck. Taking a deep breath, I sank my nails into my skin, "How do you expect me to get into non-vampire clubs, Mrs. Beaumont?"
"Today is the first day of your last year in here. All the clubs are open for subscription again. So, besides the all-vamps book club and the all-vamps poetry club you are already in since the beginning," and believe me, I hate poetry. "You will have to pick more three that are clubs with multiple races together, and also have to become part of the debate club of the school!" She's insane.
This woman is insane. "I was already going to change the poetry club because I don't really… like it. And if that's what it takes, I'll pick one with mixed races. But, please. Please. Let me out of the debate club. I can't be there."
"Why not?"
Sigh. "Only the smartest kids on the entire school get into that. That's too much. I maybe be kind smart, but I'm not at that level," I'm way beyond it.
"I don't believe you. So, I insist. You will have to get into them. It'll help your social skills. You are warned, Amethyst-Emerald Bella Howell. Now, leave!"
Knowing what she would do, I grabbed my bottle before she snapped her fingers and used her fae spatial magic to send me away from her office. "That horrible woman," I cursed. "Oh, fuck. I want to kill her so fucking bad." Taking a deep breath, I took a long sip of my drink and looked around. "Seems like that bitch sent me to the back of the main building."
Then I sensed an energy behind me and turned around abruptly, holding my bottle to the side in a quick reflex, not to pour my drink on whoever was right behind me.
"You shouldn't approach a vampire so carelessly like that," I told the guy a head taller than me, whom I don't really think I've ever met. Which isn't surprising, seeing how many students are in this hellhole.
With light brown wavy hair, a beautiful face, tan skin, big ice blue eyes, thin nose, wrinkles on his cheekbones, beautiful full lips, long neck, wide broad shoulders, a sculpted body with lots of muscles, a thinner waist, also muscle legs. I could tell he had fangs, and with his pointy years, he was definitely a fae, since he doesn't have the east-Asian look (as the unawares call it) that is characteristic of the majority of the vampires. The dude was really handsome. More handsome than any boy I've seen here yet.
"And you shouldn't go around cursing principal Beaumont," his tone was deep, and he has a rich accent similar to that of the Australians unawares, proving that he's indeed a fae. But there was an arrogance in his voice I didn't like. "By the sweet scent o blood coming from your cup, your pale skin, and your appearance being similar to this from the Crimson Kingdom, I take that you are a vampire. However, I've never seen you around here. And I know pretty much all the vampires."
I scoffed, "You clearly don't, if you don't know me. And I this is my seventh year studying in this hellhole."
He arched his eyebrows, "7th?"
"Are you deaf or something? Oh, look, I don't know who the fuck you are either, so we are even. Now, I have to leave before any of the assholes comes and pick a fight with me. And I'm really not in the mood of controlling myself right now, okay? So, just leave me be. I don't need a fae getting on my nerves either. My plate is full!" But when I was going to leave, he held my arm and I growled annoyed.
"You don't know me? What kind of bullshit is that?"
I glared at him, clenching my teeth, "I really have no idea who you are. I've stayed with the vamps during all this time and I avoided any contact with any of the other races," like my parents instructed me. "So, I have no idea who the hell your condescending ass might be. Now, let me off. I don't want to know, neither do I care. Your existence is useless to me, so, release my arm and let me go dumbass!"
"Look who we have here!" I head a familiar voice and flinched.