The Devil's Justice ( 🔞 )

| C H A P T E R - 7 |

ANASTASIA:

Lara kindly offered to give me a tour of the campus, and I eagerly followed her. She denied any attraction against Mark, although I could sense, she was maybe lying there. 

"That's the B wing; it's usually filled with professional athletes and hosts major sports facilities. We girls sometimes can't resist drooling over those impeccable physiques during their training sessions," she chuckled. "Over there is where the computer nerds and language classes are held. To the right, you'll find the law and business classrooms."

We strolled along the vast corridors of the campus as she pointed to the first floor, which was primarily dedicated to arts. Lara turned and pointed to the opposite side, where she gestured toward a building. "That's the library. You'll often find me there engrossed in the smuttiest romance novels forgetting about my regretful life choices."

She was loud about her feelings. And I couldn't help but laugh at her vibrant description.

As we continued exploring the campus, we took a flight of stairs to reach the second floor. Inside a classroom, I noticed three girls meticulously applying makeup. A few others stood around them, lending their support and makeup kits. One held a mirror to the perfect angle, and others helped with brushes, lipsticks, and all.

What the hell?

I furrowed my brows at the sight. Why would someone spend their time doing that instead of other tasks? It seemed as if they were acting like personal servants.

Lara filled me in, "That's Mia," she pointed at the girl in the middle. The girl she has been feeding information about since morning. I wanted to take a good look at her, but due to the crowd before her, it was a little difficult.

"And beside her, Gweneth, and Blakely—the campus goddesses and among the wealthiest. You might want to steer clear of them."

"Oh, trust me, I would love to," I laughed. I had no intention of drawing that kind of attention to myself.

"But I really wish for you to dethrone her, you know," she said with a fake pout. "You have the potential." This time, I rolled my eyes at her. Taking another look at them, I witnessed how they were treating the other students as if they were her personal slaves, which seemed odd because why would anyone agree to do such kinds of tasks willingly?

Suddenly, someone collided with me, breaking my attention, but I caught her before she hit the ground. "Thanks," she breathed hurriedly as she got back on her feet.

"No worries," I smiled at her. She had black hair, porcelain skin, freckles, and braces. She looked sweet and timid, but for some reason, she didn't look well. "Hi, I'm Anastasia. I'm new around here," I introduced myself.

Looking up, she tried to smile, but it faltered as she glanced the other way. She looked scared, specifically frightened of someone. Before I could ask her anything, she turned and fled. 

I then glanced to the other side of the corridor, where I observed a group of boys joking and teasing a younger and seemingly weaker boy, more like bullying him. I frowned. The tallest and the meanest among them grabbed his bag, emptied it, and ridiculed him in front of his friends—mocking and laughing at him.

In stark contrast, the weaker boys only stood before them, heads down. The blond among the mean guys said something, which was difficult to hear from here. Still, it was clear that they were laughing at him.

What the fuck?

I couldn't help but wonder who they were. By the time Lara came back, she said, "That's Miley. The girl you met earlier. She's really weird. Likes to stay alone."