Undercover: Love Me Not || FAYEYOKO

CHAPTER 7

FAYE KINGSLEY

As we walked down the hallway, I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the reactions of the students we passed. Some stopped mid-conversation, others gasped, and a few were even left gaping. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at how absurd it all seemed.

And, of course, there were the whispers. As if we couldn’t hear them, but we definitely could.

"Is that Yoko? With Fayeton? No way!"

"He's so dead… Yoko’s fans are gonna tear him apart."

"What about Jade?"

"Look at them together! Are they…?"

"That’s one brave soul. I'd be running the other way!"

Yoko seemed unfazed by the attention, but I couldn't help thinking that there had to be something off about her.

Was she secretly enjoying this? Why drag me along? And just the two of us? Great. Now her crazy friends and even crazier fans are gonna be after me more than they are before.

The girl is serious, though really hard to figure out, like a puzzle you can't solve. One minute she's warm, then next she's freezing cold.

As we entered the cafeteria, the usual hum of conversation died down, replaced by curious and scandalous stares. Yoko, as usual, commanded the room without even trying.

“What do you want to eat?” she asked, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

I blinked. “Uh, just a croissant, I guess.”

We got our food and found a table, ignoring the glares from the students here. I tried to focus on my croissant, but it was hard to ignore the daggers being mentally thrown my way.

“You know,” Yoko said suddenly, breaking the silence, “you really should stand up for yourself more.”

I nearly choked on my croissant. “I do stand up for myself,” I muttered defensively.

“Really? Because it seems like you're always getting beat up,” she replied, raising an eyebrow.

I shot her a look. “That’s not fair. You know there were, like, ten of them. If there's someone that knows what happened that night, it's you.”

“Then you need to find a way to even the odds,” she said, her gaze intense.

I huffed. “Easy for you to say. You’re the queen bee around here.”

She laughed, catching me off guard. It was a genuine laugh, not one of those sarcastic chuckles she usually gives. “Touché.”

We finished eating in a surprisingly comfortable silence. What a crazy woman, seriously insane. But in fairness to her, she wasn’t bad company. We actually finished our meal without any major incidents.

Thankfully, the gossips around us quieted down, though they were still whispering. Probably because if Yoko caught them, they’d be dead on the spot. Even I felt a bit nervous under her gaze. Small but terrifying, this one is really...

We walked out together, and I could practically feel the stares burning holes into my back. Where else would they be coming from? Of course, from the students here who happen to be fans of this pint-sized terror walking next to me.

I swear, trouble just follows me around like a lost puppy. Yoko insisted on walking me to my room, and I knew I was in for it.

"Seriously, Yoko, do you have a secret thrill for dragging me into your messes?" I thought, but of course, I didn't dare say it out loud.