MAEVE

Chapter 21

CHAPTER 21

"Yeah, that hit the spot," I yawned, stretching like a cat that had gotten the cream. I don't think I had ever felt so content on a morning before.

Tentatively, I reached out to where Elijah laid the night before. It was strangely the first thing on my mind. To my intense disappointment the space was empty and cold, meaning he had been gone awhile, and  here I was hoping to study his most likely adorable yet grumpy morning face. Groaning at the many disappointments in life, I stood up.

After my morning routine, I debated on what to wear. I was finally a girl now and I was not quite sure how to go about it, and how the students would react to my new identity.

Deciding to just swing it, I went with my trusted baggy pants, cute tank top, and a stylishly large overcoat.

"Up or down?"I stopped, and surveyed my hair critically. Why? It was practically glowing. Not just my hair, but my entire face as well. I knew in my heart of hearts that it was because I spent my night next to a certain someone. I glared at my reflection, my glow up was really sending the wrong message across.

Scowling, I shoved my feet into a pair of combat boots, grabbed my bag, and stomped out of my room. But I was severely unprepared for the results of my actions.

"Oh my god! Guys listen up. Female infiltration! I repeat. Female infiltration!" A shrill voice shouted excitedly, and everywhere literally exploded.

It was chaotic. I giggled to myself at the thought of the unfortunate girl trapped in this mad house.

Boys in towels and boxers literally shrieked and jumped back to their room at an amazing speed whenever I walked by. I began to wonder if they all had something bad for breakfast.

Whistling to myself, I sauntered down the hallway and stopped at a public mirror for one last validation. The boys around there stood still in shock and surprise, mouth agape. Ignoring them, I stepped in front of the mirror and it all made sense.

"Fuck! I was the girl trapped in a mad house," Slowly, I stepped back with a whistle, trying to act real casual.

"Stop! Grab her," Someone cried, and I broke into a run.

"Hold her!" Another cried as I dashed past them. The entire floor was in an uproar and I was right in the middle of it. I wanted Dre, or Kai, anyone really, to stop this people from lynching me. But surely they wouldn't, right? Another logical part of my brain reasoned.

"Lynch the lass!" A voice cried out immediately, and I sighed "oh boy."

I crashed into another person running straight for me, and immediately a pair of arms enveloped me.  I started kicking immediately, refusing to be lynched.

"Hey hey. Stop. It's alright, I got you," A familiar voice murmured softly, and my struggles gradually ceased.

"Stop hugging the offender right now," A voice demanded, and my mouth dropped. Offender? Really?

Summoning my inner bravery, I looked up, and met San's pretty emerald eyes glinting down at me with amusement.

"Exactly! San! Stop siding with the enemy!" Another voice cried out. And San let go of me with a sigh.

"Guys she's not the enemy. It's Paris," He said with a smile, and I turned around slowly. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"It's really you, isn't it? Paris, the human?" A brown haired guy asked, stepping forward hesitantly.

"Yes." I drew in a deep breath.

"Yea it's me," It was silent again, and then suddenly they all shrieked.