NOW, THOSE ARE SOME IMPORTANT INFORMATION. And well, they only know about my energy sensitivity and my telekinesis, so on that I have the upper hand. "You are right, I can use my telekinesis on stage. I can play lots of instruments at the same time and give more life to a song. I'll think of using that, although I think I can defeat him without it. Now, as I don't know about the students on the mixed classes, can you tell the best underrated witch stylist and someone who's good at creating and editing music online?"
"An underrated witch stylist that could definitely help you out on this? Aisha Montenegro, from 11th grade. Someone who's good at creating and editing music and who's also underrated? Valentino Timmerman, a male siren also from the 11th grade and who also doesn't like Winters. Those two will definitely be able to help you out," if he doesn't like that wolf, than I'll definitely like him.
Taking a deep breath, I got up, "Thank you, principal. You helped me so much that I'll even change your nasty contact name on my phone. That's is, when I get my things back, since I left my bag, bottle, and everything else on the ground when I walked away from him. So, I don't have it with me at the moment."
"Nasty contact number?" She glared at me.
I grinned, "In my defense, I was angry. Regardless of that, thank you again, principal. I hope that one day I'll be able to repay you for your help. Oh, and please, make someone clean that spare restroom in the gymnasium thrice. Some nasty and disgusting things happened there."
Beaumont chuckled loudly, "Oh. I'll send someone. But you should know that no one uses that one. Everybody knows that the students go there to fuck each other. So, we avoid it and pretend not to know shit. It's been like that even when I was still a student here," so, around the dinosaur age, got it.
"I didn't know. And ew!"
"Better than not knowing what they are doing. So, just avoid that one. Go to the others next time. Otherwise, you might get traumatized," fuck, why didn't anyone told me that shit before?
"Too late," I cringed. "Enough of that. Now I'll be on my way. I'll begin preparing for it right away, after all, I'll give my all to be worthy of your 20k crowns," then I bowed lightly. "I'm happy you are siding with me and not him. It makes me feel more comfortable to destroy him as I feel like it."
"Well, thank you for this entertaining rivalry!"
"Psycho," I muttered as I left and closed her door behind me. Determined to go get my things and then go after Aisha and Valentino. Let's put my army together.
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How has Winters won all of the last six Talent Shows if they are all between all of the 7 grades? Better yet, how did a 6th grader won the Talent Show against all the other classes? Were the other competitors that bad? You want me to believe that asshole won singing against lots of sirens? SIRENS?
Aren't them supposed to be the best at that? If that really happened, how ashamed must they have been? Oh my… if I was a siren losing a talent show to a wolf shifter who supposedly sang better than me, I would have killed myself and him.
I was humming Enchanted by Taylor Swift as I walked all the way back to the gymnasium to get my things again, while also wondering how that jerk won all of the last Talent Shows on the last six years.
Did he also won against Kaleb?
The 7th grade was using the gymnasium when I went there, and although I tried to be quiet, Mr. Mr. Nicholson's triplet sons, Raymond, Seymour, and Archibald, spotted me right away. They were surprisingly taller now at 13 years old, and being tall is a common trait of male shifters. As they came closer, they seemed to be around my height (barefoot), and that shocked the shit out of me.
"Bella, Bella, Bella," they yelled together, separating themselves from the crowd and running to where I was. "Bella, Bella, Bella," they called me again.
Giggling softly, I turned to them, only being taller thanks to my 5-inches shoes, "Ray, Sey, Archie," I called them by their nicknames, since they asked me to when we first met. "How did you three get so tall? Is Mr. Nicholson giving you any magical supplement to grow taller? If yes, I would like a bit of that."
My answer made them laugh and they jumped on me, hugging me. "It's been a while since we last saw you, Bella," Archie said, being the one with a small mole under his left cheekbone.
"You are even more beautiful," Ray, the one with a mole under his right eye said.
Sey, the one without moles on his face, looked at me from head to toe and smirked mischievously, "We'll be taller than you by the end of the first semester of the year."
I rolled my eyes, "That's unfair. And you all are also cuter than before," that made them blush hard. "Oh, and it hasn't been that long since we last met, just three months."
The teacher came closer and towered over us all, "Winters said you would be coming around. He said you ended up fighting quite badly and you left without your things, so he left them with me." He seemed worried, "Are you alright now?"
"Winters?" Sey asked.
"Prince Dante or Prince Khan?" Now it was Ray.
"Why did you fought?" Archie questioned.
Sigh, "The brunette. And we fought because he's the biggest jerk on this planet," then I looked at the teacher and inhaled annoyed. "He talks too much. At least he left my things with you. I was too stressed and couldn't bear to look at his ridiculous face."
He pressed his lips together, "I don't know what happened, but I hope you feel better later. That troublemaker is impulsive with his words and can be quite mean, so I can imagine that for you to have left like that, he must have played dirty as usual. But he isn't normally like that. I guess you two will cause quite a lot of trouble to each other until the end of the year. Principal Beaumont said you two would have quite the entertaining rivalry to display, but I'm worried for you."
I bit my bottom lip, "Mrs. Beaumont is a insane, she finds all of this funny and entertaining. But don't worry about me, teacher. You should worry about him. I'm going to destroy his life this year, you can wait and see."
"Did he hurt you, Bella?" Archie asked worried.
I scoffed, "He doesn't have that power, but he did say the worst thing he could have said to me." I turned to them, "You can't inspire yourselves to be like him, okay? I hate him more than I've ever hated anything. You have to be better than that. It's okay to cause some troubles, but don't let your impulsivity take the best of you or you might hurt lots of people that have nothing to do with that."
They nodded in sync and the teacher laughed. "I didn't knew you three were close to her. She's a good model to follow. Although she's stubborn like a mule."
I grinned, "That's true." Then I looked at them again, "Your dad told me you will be participating in the Talent Show next week, and that you will probably be playing the flute together."
"Will you come to see us?" They beamed together.
"I sure will. Actually, I'll be taking part on it too," even the professor seemed surprised. "And I'll win. Ain't no way I'm letting that wolf win again with me here. So, we'll be competing together. Do your best, okay?"
They nodded. "We'll root for you!"
That made me blush, "I'll root for you too."
"Have you signed already?" The teacher asked.
"Not yet. But I will tomorrow morning, since it's the last day for it. Only the four of you and the principal know I'll be taking part on it, for now. I wasn't going to, but now I will, just to take the win from that asshole."
Giggling, he rolled his eyes, "So competitive."
"Now, boys, go back to your class, okay? And be the best on it," I winked making them blush harder than before, and turned to the teacher once again. "Where are my things, coach?"
He pointed to the stand-in where his things usually are, and I spotted my bag there. "Right there."
"Okay, I'll go get it and then I'll leave," but then I remember something. "Oh, teacher, do you know where I could find Aisha Montenegro and Valentino Timmerman from 11th grade?"
"I believe Aisha is in Math IX, her last class of the day. Valentino must be on his dorm. Why?"
"Just… I'll need their help for what I'm planning to do in the Talent Show next week," I bit the inside of my cheek. "Principal told me about them, so I'll meet them while I still have time today, just to draw a clear plan and all."
A nod, "Got it. Don't tell Winters, but I'll be rooting for you. I'm kind of tired of him always winning."
Laughing, I nodded and ran to get my things, feeling all the kids eyes on me. "Ray, Sey, Archie, I'll see you next week on the Talent Show," I yelled. "Do your best." And I could see them blushing from where I was. Just as I saw most of their classmates staring from me to them in awe.
I hope this will help them getting more popular. Kids always go crazy when they interact with their seniors. Especially when it's someone from the last year. It's like the peak of being cool.
As I left, heading to the Siren House, I put on my air pods and put Break Your Heart Worse by Crimson Apple.