Before Me, Him

Chapter 64

     I ended up not going to the movies with them, I used my Saturday morning and afternoon to practice guitar. It would've been fun but I don't think I would be able to behave normally around Jacob, at least not right now. Sunday was a complete reflection of what happened Saturday and, without any delay, Monday came by. I was ready to deal with the president or at least that's what I thought.

     - Get these to the art factory right now. – the president places three heavy books in my hands as I arrive at the student council room. – Also pass by the history club and ask for their account book, I need to check theirs since they got last month's wrong.

     - Wait a minute, let me at least remove my bag. – I state as I place the books on his desk. He wasn't listening at all.

     - June! – I look to the door to see Emily. Apparently, she had also joined the student council as a helper and to my surprise, Philip is also a member now. According to him, that's what she wanted to talk about that day. – Where are you going?

     - Art Factory and History Club. – I sigh as I pick up the books on the president's desk after placing my bag on the side of a small cabinet. – Wanna tag along?

     - I would but I have to rush towards the cafeteria, apparently they have a situation there. See ya!

     And just like that, she disappeared. I walked out the door and as I wandered on the halls I could feel it. The stares of fear and disgust were focused on me however it is not as if I was expecting anything else. News travel fast, that's a fact and there's no denying it. I can't say I'm pleased with it, in fact, I don't like it at all. I dislike being stared at. "I should've stayed put" I think to myself. That's what I used to do, minimum interaction, and I would come and go unnoticed however, at the moment, no matter where I go or what I do, I have hawk's eyes all over me.

     - The president wanted me to deliver you this. – I say to a senior as I arrive at the art factory.

     - Alright thanks. – the guy picks the books at goes back to his painting.

     I take my leave and after passing by the history club to collect what was asked of me I go back to the council room. The president was sitting on his chair while checking some books when I entered. 

     The area had several students, all of them either checking books or on the phone solving something. Part of me was shocked, I had no idea they had so much in their hands. When the president spots me after I placed the book on his desk he sends me to send other documents to a teacher and then to help in the cafeteria. After all of that he kept sending me to different places until I entered and he was alone in the room, still working on his books but, unlike the rest of the other times, he spotted me right away.

     - Close the door, I need to talk to you regarding your future in the council. – he says firmly as I close the door behind me. – Come here June.

     - Wasn't it already decided? – I question sarcastically as I smile coldly.

     - Pretty smile you got there June, sad it is fake. – he says as he fixes his glasses and leans on his desk, right in front of me. – You should be a good girl and behave, I would hate to see you struggling to find another university to join.

     - Are you blackmailing me? – I raise my eyebrows as I tried to understand that sudden change of body behavior. "Where did he get all that confidence out of nowhere?" I wondered.

     - I wouldn't do such a thing. I'm just warning you to be careful. – his voice was kind but somehow he didn't seem kind at all.

     - I know your kind president. What do you want? – I question him as I place my hand on top of the table and lean my body towards him making him lean backward. – Spit it.

     - Sharp girl I see. – he says as he chuckles and weirdly enough his body looked out of place, almost as if he was extremely uncomfortable to be in this kind of scenario. Honestly, I thought he would react differently but I guess I was wrong about him. I move back and start wondering to myself why did I do such a thing in the first place. Did I want to test him? How did this happen? – What are your cousin's interests?

     - She has a boyfriend so give it up. – I state as I push my hair back and sit on the expensive couch.

     - It's sad to see how a lot of relationships end from day to night nowadays... – his lips portrait an evil smile, almost as if he was already plotting something.

     - I don't know what you're thinking but if you do something to hurt her I swear I will kill you. – I get up and start heading towards the door. I was done with this conversation, I don't want to hear anything else coming from his sadistic mouth.

     - What do you swear on? Your brother's grave? – he asks coldly as my body instantly rotates and rushes to his desk. My hand bangs on the wooden table and I look at him. I couldn't see his eyes but if I did I don't think I would have been able to hold myself back. I was pissed. One thing is threatening me, the other is messing with my family. – That's a nice look you've got there.

     I didn't reply, I couldn't. If I did I would just be giving in to this cocky attitude of his and maybe, in the worst-case scenario, repeat what happened two weeks ago. The president breaks the silence with an unexpected sentence.

     - It's rude to eavesdrop, didn't you know Jacob?

     The door opens and Jacob appears as he leans his body against it. "Shit" I thought to myself. I mean, he literally warned me about him a couple of days ago and I thought he was being paranoid. In the end, the loser is the nonbeliever. Without saying anything I leave and pass by Jacob, however, as I was making my way out of the council room I hear Jacob say something to the president "You are playing a game you can't win, remember that Mason".

     Seven o'clock hits the clock and it's time to go home. I was beaten. I never thought that the student association had so much work on its hands. It's almost as if they controlled the whole school: they keep the clubs on track, they help the university staff, they listen to complains of the students and that's not even half of it. "Now I understand the cocky attitude the president has" I concluded. I mean, he is such an important person to the school and its personnel besides his grades are the best in the school, he should have the right to brag about his achievements.

     I arrive home and, after dressing myself up in my pajamas I hop on my desk and start studying some chords on the guitar. These past two weeks I'm trying to understand the basics and, according to Josh, I'm learning them really fast. Maybe it has something to do with my piano experience or maybe it is an inborn talent that I didn't know I possessed?