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~Vale's POV~
As I walked forward, I tried to process the whirlwind of emotions I'd just experienced.
'What just happened?, Did that actually work?, no it didn't, it worked because of him!'
My thoughts tangled into knots as I glanced back at him.
I took a few steps ahead, forcing a smile even though my heart raced from the odd exchange that had just unfolded.
"Please, let me show you the way," I offered smiling awkwardly, my voice softer than I intended. Hoping to regain some composure.
He turned his head slightly, his sharp blue eyes meeting mine briefly. "Lead the way..., then," he said flatly.
His voice carried an edge that made me flinch, but I nodded quickly and walked ahead.
The grand hallway stretched before us, its golden chandeliers casting warm light onto the polished marble floor. The air felt heavy with the whispers of curious students lining the sides, their eyes glued to the new arrival. I tried to focus, but the sharp, clicking echoes of his shoes against the floor made it impossible.
Damian moved like he owned the place, his steps steady and deliberate, his dark jacket draped over broad shoulders. His face remained expressionless, but there was something magnetic about his presence that made it impossible not to look.
I forced myself to breathe, clutching my notebook tighter to stop my fingers from trembling. Why does he have to make everything feel so intense?.
I wondered looking up to see him ... what's his name again.
'....David?...Daren?...Damien!'
I think that's it yeah whatever it is, All I knew was that I needed to get out of here and untangle my thoughts...And think about this thoroughly.
The chatter of the other students grew louder behind us. I could hear snippets of their conversations.
"Who is he?"
"I've seen him before"
"Is he a transfer student?"
"He's so hot!"
"I love the way he walks"
"He looks dangerous."
Dangerous? Maybe. He certainly carried an air of mystery, his confident stride clashing with the nervous energy surrounding him.
But then reality hit me.
'Where is Nysar when I need her?'
I sighed internally, mentally smacking myself for zoning out so much. Just as I was drowning in my own thoughts, a voice broke through.
"Uhmm...excuse me... Valen? Valen!" His voice pulled me back to the present, wierdly waving his hands in my face.
"Oh! I'm sorry, I was just... umm..." My words fumbled as I realized I had stopped mid-step, blocking his path. He stood there, his face blank, clearly waiting for me to explain myself.
I bit my lip hard, my mind racing for an excuse, but nothing came to mind. The silence stretched awkwardly, his intense stare only making it worse.
I tried to give him the look of (Just forget it and let's move on)..but he didn't seem to let it go.
Like he was waiting for an explanation for me zoning out while leading the way ahead of him and clearly I didn't have an explanation for it and this moment of silence still wasn't helping my situation at all..
"Let me show you to your class....umm..yeah.. it's also....my class ...oh i guess ....you're the new guy Miss Anderson was talking about...yes ...she talked about you this morning...it wasn't exactly in the morning ...but..... it wasn't in the afternoon so i guess its still morning..." My voice trailed off as I realized I was rambling. I laughed trying to cover up that what I said was stupid.
"...."
He didn't respond, he just walked past me like I wasn't even talking. Ignoring my words entirely. My cheeks burned in embarrassment.
Well i can't blame him, anyone will be uncomfortable with how I've just displayed myself, what was i even saying ... I need therapy this should be marked the most embarrassing moment of my life.
Another weirdo thinks I'm weird, fantastic, Hurray, oh great.. God knows if he's a bully, him and Brielle will fit like a glove and then Liora will be the weirdo's bestfriend,best friend my foot!'
Smarking my head hard just made me realise that i had zoned out again..
Rolling my eyes at his arrogance, I trudged after him, muttering under my breath,
"Does he think he can find the class on his own?, that boy didn't even wait for me? Well I better catch up at least he helped me in here" i muttered
I sluggishly ran towards him until I realised he had gone pretty far and he might not find his way without me so I had to pick race.
"Hey, wait up!" I shouted, running to catch up to him.
He glanced back briefly, his face unreadable. I huffed, struggling to keep up.
"Do you always walk this fast? I said trying to catch my breaths and squatting to find a better position to regain strength, stretching my hand to signal him to wait
"No.....," he replied casually. "I just like..... to watch my steps... unlike some people who stop in the middle of theirs."
I glared at his smug expression.
'Oh so he's one of those guys'.
"Yeah, I got that," I muttered, rolling my eyes because I didn't want to complete my statement..but i had too.. i shouldn't be mannerless like him.
'Urghhhhhh'
"I'm sorry..."I'm sorry. I didn't realize it bothered you so much" i continued also giving him the same stare he gave me.. he seemed taken aback like he's never been talked to in his life.
Yeah I was right he's pretty weird. Very weird, is he some kind of superman...or was I been to much to handle...
I smirked leading the way again, because duhh that's how it suppose to be...ladies first right? That's how life is i'm at the front an-
" Don't..... zone to your pony princess world....again" he said, noticing that i was at the front of him again, even though i didn't turn back i could feel his mockery, the hint of mockery in his words, he really does like to mock...
I scoffed at his words, not finding the right word to push right back at him
"I wouldn't this time..a...and also back in there you called me Valen.. it's Vale okay?" I remembered but at that moment that wasn't so relevant and now it seemed like it's the right moment to correct him
"What...ever..." He said rolling his eyes like he wasn't interested in keeping the conversation going my way.
'Oh what a scumbag!'
"Well..." He paused, and he seemed like talking again..
'What kind of unpredictable being is this?'.
I guess I just have to let it go his way.. rolling my eyes to give in to it.
I lowered my steps to keep the dying conversation going and also hear what he was going to say, turning back to see him stretching his hand forward like he wanted to give me an handshake award.
'Oh really?'
"I'm Da-" He stopped walking and tried to introduce himself in a casual way with hand gestures but ended up getting interrupted..
"Damian!..." I abruptly cut him off and smiled at him, not taking his hand... He's not the only one who could be mean and there also can't be two sailors in a ship one has to get out and it's not gonna be me backing down.
His face sparked with irritation and annoyance but his facial expressions immediately changed at the speed of light, he smirked, rather not visibly upset that i didn't take his hand.
He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a faint smirk.
"You're... a daring one," he said, reversing his hands and slipping it back into his pockets while he's other hand swindled in the air front and back slowly as he began walking, now walking ahead of me again.
"What does that mean?" I blurted out, following closely behind him. It would be invading my right to speech if I didn't ask what that meant.
He didn't bother turning around. "I guess... you've heard my name enough..... in that office already." he said completely ignoring my question like I didn't just say something.
'Is he doing this intentionally or it's just in his blood naturally?, Rude punk!'
"Well, Actually, I only heard it once " I snapped at him, taking few steps ahead of him and looking straight ahead.. I'm still the only sailor here.
As we walked, I stole a glance over my shoulder. Damian's face remained unreadable, but his eyes flicked around, taking in every detail of the hallway. His lips pressed into a thin line, as if he were analyzing every crack in the marble, every detail of the ornate wall carvings.
"Hey, Vale!" a voice called out from behind me. I turned to see the Janitor waving enthusiastically. I smiled awkwardly and waved back, but the distraction caused me to miss a step.
"Careful...," Damian said, his voice low and measured.
I stumbled but caught myself before falling. My cheeks burned as I straightened up. "Thanks," I mumbled, refusing to meet his gaze.
"Do you always.... walk this distracted?" he asked, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
I bristled at his tone. "Do you always have to comment on everything?"
He didn't respond, but his smirk deepened as I mimicked his tone,he stepped around me and took the lead. I scowled at his back, following closely behind.
"I've seen the labels.....I don't need you to escort me...just a waste of my time" he scoffed while taking larger steps ahead of me because I didn't even realise that I had stopped..
'How could he call me a waste of his time?? What the heck bro??'
I followed him arrogantly as he seemed to not need my help but he doesn't need to shove it in my face directly.
I guess manners are not on his side, I didn't even know that those labels still even exist. I'm sure he's gonna be a pain in the butt.
"That's rude-... "I murmured clear for him to hear me, as I avoided his figure in front of me.
".....you can't just say something like that to some one it's not polite" I crossed my arms and looked to my side visibly upset,still trying to avoid and ignore his presence infront of me.
Slightly pouting I intentionally started making every of my footsteps louder and loud enough to annoy the hell out of him.
He growled and sighed out loud enough for me to hear and stamped his left leg hard out of pure frustration.
He stopped abruptly, causing me to nearly bump into him. He turned to face me, his sharp features unreadable as he studied me.
His gaze bore into mine as he bent to my height while pocketing his two hands, and visibly mocking my height, I stopped my soldier annoying walk and still kept my hand crossed and my face direction to my right side.
"You're persistent," he remarked, his voice even.
I crossed my arms, feeling a mix of frustration and confusion. "I'm just trying to help. You don't have to be so... so—"
"Rude?" he offered, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes! Exactly," I said, throwing my hands up in exasperation.
For a moment, he just stared at me, his intense gaze unnerving. Then, to my surprise, he chuckled softly. It was barely audible, but it caught me off guard.
"You're interesting.., you talk a lot for someone ....your size... but at least you.... smell nice," he remarked.
I blinked, unsure how to respond.
He was showing no expression or emotions...what kind of being is this..why would you just say that out of the blue.
"What!?" I gawked at him, my mind struggling to process whether it was an insult or a compliment....
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