Giselle Vila Rosa's point of view
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"He's a bottom," she exclaimed, sitting down with me.
Laughter bubbled in my chest, "I knew it. He's like a pinscher, the kind of dog that only barks. Hah, he always act like he's such a predator, I knew he wasn't a top," I clapped my hands amusedly.
"Right? I thought he was a top, but he ain't. I am though, so I win."
I couldn't help laughing again, "I think I would be a switch."
Her eyes widened, "Would be? You don't know?"
My cheeks burned, "I'm what you'd call a prude."
This time her jaw dropped, "No way."
"I know," I cried self-deprecatingly. "My standards are too high."
"Not even a little kiss, eonni?" I denied with my head. "You're a virgin!" She squeaked and the door opened busted open.
And none other than Park Jin-young was standing on it. "A virgin?"
"Oh, hell no," I yelled, jumping from my bed and striding towards the door. "You broke my door, you fuckinh piece shit," I growled, analyzing the state of the screws at the side, destroyed, and a cry left my throat again. "It took me three months to find those screws, and even longer to get the money for them," the later is a lie, "you psychopath!"
"You are a virgin?" He asked still in shock.
"My door," I cried, full-heartedly trying to ignore the topic he just eavesdropped on like a freak. "And he has the audacity to call me a stalker," I cursed loud enough for the whole hallway to hear. "My precious screws."
"It's just a door," he snapped annoyed.
"What is wrong with you?" I yelled, finally glaring at him. "Can't you see that what's nothing to you, means a lot to me? What do you even fucking know? You were born with a golden spoon stuck on your pretty ass, you've never had to worry about anything mundane, because you've ever had everything. Loving parents, loving siblings, loving grandparents, loving staff, loving everyone, money, power, status," I hissed, and I do mean it this time, because my first 10 years were hell on earth. "My door," I cried again.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Park Jin-young hissed at me and when I glared at him, he was staring at me with pure confusion. "Why are you acting up and being a nuisance all of a sudden?"
"How am I the nuisance?" I yelled. "You broke my door."
"I broke the screws, not the door."
"You should have broken your jaw instead," I hissed. "Why the hell are you even here, Park Jin-young? Uh? How did you even know where my room was? What the hell is wrong with you? Sure, you despise me because to you I'm weak and a low born cockroach and what-bloody-ever, but even you should know better than to burst the door of a girl's room open like this. What are you? A misogynist pervert? Are you fucking high?"
"So you do have a temper after all," and to my utter dismay, he all but grinned like a devil, popping his infuriating gorgeous cheek dimples, and I had to fight myself not to stare at his oh-so-kissable lips. "Here I was thinking you were just a disgraceful pushover."
"Pushover?" I hissed, seeing red, clenching my fists.
"Either way," he purred, "I'm here because if you don't know, the girl who's rooming with the likes of you, is none other than my baby sister, Jin-ah," and he stared at me, expecting shock.
Look at him, underestimating me. "Oh? She's your… sister?" Like an Oscar-nominee actress, I faked surprise. "Here I thought it was just a insane coincidence that her name was Park Jin-ah, she goes by a Greek nick-name, and she looks identical to you."
It took him a second, "You're being sarcastic."
"Am I?" I asked, sarcastically, and Jin-ah burst out laughing.
"Oppa, don't be rude with eonni," Jin-ah pouted at him.
"Why are you calling her 'eonni', you just met her!" He snapped.
And though I do agree with what he said, I couldn't help but to want to get on his nerves, just to give him a taste of his own poison. With that in mind, I intertwined my arm with Jin-ah's.
"She may be your sister but you have no right to butt in our friendship," I snapped at him and she beamed, and though I feel kinda guilty, I can't stop it because it'll piss him off. "I allowed her to call me that, Park Jin-young, it has nothing to do with you."
"Of course, it has. She is my baby sister," he hissed, giving me that death glare that makes him look drop-dead gorgeous. "Someone like you are not qualified to be friends with Jin-ah. Anyone but my sister."
Now I'm offended, "Why? Because I'm not a legacy?" I took a step towards him, genuinely pissed off. "Because I'm not rich? Because I don't have anybody who cares about me? Because I'm not in the top 10? Because I'm not a ranker? Because I'm not one of those superficial bitches that all but surround you? Because I'm not on your league? Why? Why?" Before I realized, I had switched from English, the main language we speak in the academy, to Korean.
"You speak Korean?" They both asked.
"What? A non-legacy can't learn a east-Asian language now?"
"You got an F in Korean class," yes, we have theory classes here. "But you sounds weirdly fluent!"
"If you paid less attention to low borns' grades, you would probably have more time to train your powers, to one day get on Giselle Vila Rosa's level, Park Jin-young, but it seems like that ain't as important to you as you make it look like. Seems like you're satisfied with being No. 2!" The words left my lips before I could hold it, and he reacted the same way as if I had just kneeled him on his crotch, and death bloomed in his eyes.
"You,"
"Have you relayed the announcement…" warden Russell Bennett came to us, but froze as soon as he found us. "Zeus? What are you doing? I told you to relay the announcement and come to the amphitheater where the Chairman is waiting to -"
"The Chairman?" I squeaked, all of my alarms soared.
He turned to me, looking down is more than one way.
"You should not worry, four eyes, because though you are always on his target and being scorned and punished by him, we both know you're not important enough for this announcement to be about you. When he decided that you should be expelled, he'll probably talk directly to you, you're not that interesting for him to stop the entire Academy just for that."
Here it is, another person in my kill-list. This fucking bastard, I hate his guts since we met. "Park Jin-young broke my door, and you better do something about it, Bennett, now that Park Jin-ah is my roommate. Because the Chairman may not be a my fan, but if there's someone he hates more than me, it's the Park offsprings," I pointed at both Ji-ae and Jin-young.
I adjusted my hoodie over the blonde hair I'm using.
"Let's keep our sharing moment when we're back and this door is fixed, Jin-ah," I told her, looking at her over my shoulder. "Go with him."
"Sorry, eonni."
"You're not the one who should be sorry, Jin-ah," I winked and left, running out of there and to the damned amphitheater, suddenly scared of what papai may have in mind with this, because he never, NEVER, does any kind of goddamn announcements in this academy, especially because he hates having to take care of the Academy, even if he took the work not to let tio Jaime have it.
He better not be acting up to fuck me up just to force me to accept his stupid idea, or I'm genuinely going to get fucking pissed in this hell.
Impatient, I ran to a blind spot of the security cameras and when I was out of surveillance, I teleported myself to the closest blind spot around the amphitheater, going in by the back door, I took a seat at the very back as far away from the spotlight as possible.
Within 10 minutes everyone was sitting in random places of the couple of hundred seats.
At last, I saw Park Jin-young and Jin-ah coming by the frontal door, as always, under the spotlight, and I couldn't help but to gawk at his beauty from afar. It was obvious where I was, because the only seat at my right was empty and the two in front of me also were, all to stay away from me. How wonderful is that? I mean, they are doing me a favor.
I stopped breathing for a second when papai walked over the plat-form, rejoicing under the spotlight of which he was born for, definitely loving all the attention focusing on him, or how all talks died when he came in. He's all in dark green and black, the colors of the Vila Rosa, which I kind of think wrong and that we should use pink to match the name, but alright, it's not up to me, and though it could be, I don't want it. And with a sparkling green mic on his hand.
Overbearing much? That's my pai for you all.
"Are you here already, darling?" He asked, in the mic, looking over the students, and my blood turned into ice as everyone began to whisper around. "I guess you are," he purred with a grin on. "Oh? Yes, the kids. Hello, students. I believe you all already know, but it's enjoyable to say it, so, I am Ricardo Vila Rosa, the Chairman of the Imperial World Magical Awakened Academy, also known as IWMAA for some, or just The World Academy. My darling didn't want me to disclose it, because she found me more fun to just fool everyone, but, I personally think this way is funnier."
Oh, hell no.
Hell no.