What Happened Last Spring

Greetings, President

Dimmed lights, numerous velvet seats, classical decoration that reminded the Renaissance the school's theatre reminded Ruxana exactly why it had been harder to get accepted there than building the Burj Khalifa on her lonesome. She had settled in one of the rows of seats closer to the stage, unfortunately for her, not close enough because of the damned orchestra pit. Seriously this place was huge, it even had balconies and even the balconies were filled with curious 16 year old, wannabe philosophers.

Ruxana felt a nudge on her shoulder; it was another student's outer leg while they were figuring out- no, they were more than clearly struggling to take a seat next to her.

"Um, excuse me do you need assistance?"

"O-oh! Well, hi there." He stared for a bit holding a sweet smile with sweet eyes.

"Yes hello... you." she responded not knowing nor caring to learn his name.

Silence.

"Well do you nee-"

"Oh no I'm good thank you I just didn't see you there, I'm sorry if my nudging you was irritating." He shoved the repeated question out of the way apologising immediately and resuming to gracelessly attempting to take a seat.

She couldn't blame him though, I mean the dude was over 2 metres tall, nonchalant and lanky by nature. It came to her as a surprise that he could even fit his legs in front of the tiny space left after the next row of seats began.

Being the only thing she could do, she observed him as he tried to make himself as comfortable as one giraffe stuck in a tiny clown car could and thoughts started invading her head. One of them being; why is he so damn pink?

Before she could pose this question to him vocally the lights in the room dimmed as the ones pointing to the stage glimmered with a gold hue getting brighter. She turned her whole attention in front of her immediately catching the silhouette of a female student dressed in what she supposed was the school uniform. 'Hm, not bad indeed. If the school lacks in anything it definitely isn't charm.'
Checking another little box in her mind, satisfied with yet another aspect of the academy she carefully listened to the girl on the stage;

"Ahem..."

There were still murmurs overshadowing her voice coming from the speaker. She looks down for a millisecond readjusting then raising her head up again;

"Attention you trumpet-voiced knobs!" Her authentic, British voice boomed over the microphone, the floor vibrated a little.

Yeah, that got them. No murmurs anymore.

"Right, now that you're all settled I'd like to let you in on what you are about to do to yourself."

'She makes it sound like military, so this one of our presidents. Great. I mean obviously I had done my research on anyone who means anything in here but still, rumours on papers don't show the real thing.'

She starts talking, 'Wait, shouldn't there be another student president? A male one? Why is she making the speech herself?'

"The Griffin president isn't available right now thus I'm the one welcoming you, in case any of you were wondering."

'Right, of course she can read minds, I'm starting to think this school is some weird fancy cult. No... no why would I think that? It's all normal. She's normal.'

She continues with her speech and of course everything she says has already been mentioned in the acceptance letter but Ruxana and the President both know at least fifty percent of the students only paid attention to the bold letters that read 'We're content to inform you blah blah accepted in our Academy.' The blonde proceeds to read the school rules, picking up a white paper her eyes scan the letters as she reads them out loud while the freshman studies her, taking advantage of her close range to the stage.

White blazer lined with black edges, over a black dress up shirt, black pleated skirt covering just enough of her thighs (which I'm sure is the reason most of the males were so focused on her 'speech') and... pink shoes, what the hell. Really now who wears pink high heels such as those if they're not lining up on the pavement along with other 12 women selling their body for fifty pounds? She does I guess.

She tries not to focus on her outrageous fashion statements too much and prys her eyes away slightly only to catch the pink fluff next to her eyeing the President thoroughly. No he didn't just have his gaze fixed on her he was straight up infatuated by her. Jesus christ this school is going to be the death of her mental stability.

Once the microphones stopped echoing, meaning these 15 minutes the pink shoed girl had all the attention were over, and so was she. She was so over. As she got up from my seat and started walking towards the exit of the auditorium she thought about how the only thing she wanted right now was to find her dormitory, wear some fluffy pyjamas, drink a big cup of cappuccino even if it's night time just because she can, while reading a nice Agath- aaand her dreams come to a crushing end by someone with a school uniform again.

'Look down. Walk. Away.' She attempted to change direction and leave.

"Ruxana Amani White?"

A soft voice, baritone.

"Who the f-"

"Ah, I advise you against swearing. For the time being at least, we are among public eye and ear after all."

'Had I said that out loud? What?? I never lose control of my thoughts and words like this. This place has really taken a toll on me.'

She turns around, now her head raised as she really wants this encounter to come to an end before it even starts. "And who am I referring to?"

"Marcus Walker." American. Slight Scottish in his tongue. But mostly good old American.

'The Griffin president.' But he was attending to something. Why is he here?

"Well you see Am-"

"Just Ruxana is fine." She corrected him as she searched through an envelope that she had been holding, for a single paper. The paper with all the important meetings of all the important people for this week.

What? Of course she had printed it out, who thinks disturbing the board's students on heavy duty on the first week would be a bonus? Not her. So she had one 'Important Person Curriculum' ready, she just had to find it fir-

"Not to be nosy, but what exactly is so important to get your attention away from me?"

"Great job at not being nosy." She replied, her eyes and fingers still rapidly searching though the papers.

His brows frowned slightly while he raised his chin, as he observed Ruxana with confusion. But of course she didn't see that, what she did see was the paper.

"Ah yes!" She mouthed while her eyes now scanned over the paper for the Griffin's schedule.

"Wha- ohhhhh, ahah, I see. You want to know my schedule." God it only takes five seconds of him chuckling to know this man is 75% douchebag.

The other 25% is uncertain...

"Wrong. I already know your schedule, now I just wonder why you are not following it." She looked at him suspiciously, silently congratulating herself for dumping his narcissistic attitude in the trash.

She was content for a minute, seeing his features twist into surprise, then embarrassment oh how she loved that feeling occupying his face, aaand then again to natural cockiness. You could really see that his face had been custom made to fit this attitude of his.

"Well it's not your place now is it?" Still arrogant, eyebrows slightly raised and curled up lips.

She left her lips parted, eyeing him subtly up and down.

"No. I guess it isn't."

"Well then I woul-"

"Therefore I am going to take my leave. Farewell, President."

Following her previous pattern of stepping forward, angling her shoulders and body vertically, never touching him she sped away.

'Damn he smells good.'

'Is that Saint Laurent she's wearing?'

The Griffin President stayed idle for what seemed like drunken hours, it was minutes, still taking in her scent while the freshman's head was filled with his.