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15: 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐬 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐞

Disclaimers: Sexual references
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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ CELLMOOR ACADEMY VS BARLEIGHS INSITUTE, chapter XV

(Y/n) watched with an annoyed glare as the students started to pour into the reception hall, all of them chuckling as they immediately went to inspect the decoration that was strewn around the room. The teenagers were all dressed in their own clothes, not like (Y/n), who was still forced to wear her blazer during school hours.

Barleighs Institute had just arrived to Cellmoor Academy via a coach that was driven down to Dustcliff in order to pick up the school. It wasn't too surprising to see that the team had broken off into duos and groups around the entrance hall to stretch their legs and admire the rich-like scenery, but it didn't stop (Y/n) from getting annoyed at the fact that she kept having to round them all up again like sheep. She was usually good at controlling large teams, but these people seemed practically out of control. They didn't appear to have any sort of etiquette or awareness that they were even in a private school, and if they did, it didn't look like they would care anyway.

The Barleighs team arrived at the academy about half an hour before the tournament started, and due to (Y/n)'s 'high responsibility', she was obviously charged with the task of showing them to the gymnasium's changing rooms before leading them onto the pitch where they would face Cellmoor.

And she would do this all on her own, as if it wasn't bad enough.

She never really saw an issue with having to show new schools towards the field, but it was clear that Barleighs Institute was not like 'most schools'. The team must have been a hell of a bunch, because it was actually the only school on the board that (Y/n) did not recognise. In fact, she had only really remembered the name because Dream stated that he used to attend there.

That also brought up the thought in her mind how he would cope when facing his old school again. She really hoped that a fight wouldn't break out another time, especially with such a large audience surrounding them tonight. If (Y/n) remembered correctly, the guy that Dream had gotten into a fight with was also on the team, which meant that there really was no escaping him. A multitude of possibilities could come out of today, and that's what really scared her.

He had said before how he didn't mind that he had to see them again. In fact, his only real concern seemed to be how they would treat him after moving to a fancy school and not after practically beating up one of their friends. He didn't want to be perceived as one of those kids that move to a boarding institute and suddenly think that they're better than everybody else; knowing the kids back at Barleighs, he was sure that he'd get at least one comment along the lines of that.

(Y/n)'s glare landed on a man with short, brown hair, watching carefully as he had ran his index fingertip across the framing of one of the trophies that he had picked up from the shelf, squinting at the text through his glasses to read what was on the shiny material. Once she had caught his eye on what he was holding onto, she marched over towards the man and slipped the reward away from his reach, catching him completely off-guard when she had done so.

"If we could please refrain from touching anything that doesn't belong to us, then we'll be good to go." She uttered in a low and stern tone, staring back at him with a narrowed look as she slowly went to put the trophy back on the shelf.

"Sorry, ma'am." He uttered back. Normally, when (Y/n) heard those words, she'd immediately assume that someone was either flirting with her or making fun of her. This time, this man sounded genuinely apologetic, wanting to maintain a formal front in order not to anger (Y/n) any further. "I was only reading it."