"i'm not scared of you, or the blood you have on your hands, or the fear you hide behind your knuckles. you're quiet, and naive, yet you've seen all the dangerous depths of the world. it makes you dark, disruptive. nevertheless, i cannot be scared o...
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I stood outside the Dean's office, hand behind back and not even a single hint of regret etched in my lips.
"Barging into teacher's office is a first, but abusing a teacher? You know that's an offence" The Dean clicked his tongue, reading my application into this university. I could tell he wasn't impressed.
"I would've let you off with a couple punishment points if you did well in school. You're new, and as far as your application suggests, you never completed highschool?"
I cleared my throat awkwardly. Of course, he would embody me from one single sheet of paper. I'm incompetent, because I don't have the title 'highschool graduate' on my application.
"He was harassing a student" I dead panned, gaze not even slightly shaking.
"Now accusing a teacher" The Dean tutted, shaking his head "This could get you suspended, Winwin"
My eye twitched "On what grounds, sir"
He chuckled bewilderedly "On the grounds that Professor Lee was violently abused unprovoked"
I scoffed. Unprovoked. I was unsure if the person I was talked to knew the meaning of unprovoked
"I'll discuss this further with the other staff, but I would get ready to pack your things"
•••
I was rooted to the ground, staring at the empty Design classroom. My eyes flickered to the girl who was brushing her hands down the wall and stumbling towards the professors podium. She was shaken up and utterly terrified, face etched with anxiety.
Just as her hand fell over the books stacked over the wooden podium, another hand fell on top of hers. My jaw clenched.
"Professor Lee" She squeaked, clutching onto the edge of the podium. I took a step forward out of instinct, my veins creating fine lines down my neck.
"And you still show up in my class" The professor laughed wryly, drawing his bandaged face closer to hers "After your little boyfriend did this to my face?"
"I'm sorry. Please...please don't reject my scholarship request...I need it" She bowed her head down "Sorry"
"Don't you think it's a bit too late for that?" His finger grazed over her chin, in which she responded with a flinch. It was obvious that was beyond uncomfortable, yet, she was willing to do anything to fulfil her dreams.
"I'm sorry" She repeated, hair dangling over her face and shielding the rosiness that her cheeks always had. She seemed pale, frightened.
"Meet me in the storage room in the East Wing in two days" He leant closer to her face "And Ill consider giving that scholarship back to you". I wanted to punch him again, my fingers were itching to destroy that smirk on his face. Sooah remained rooted to her position, even after he had left. Slipping out from around the corner, I approached her with an unsteady syncopation of breaths and a mind full of whirling thoughts.
