His Mate: Prince Asher

Chapter thirty three

Naomi walked to school feeling a little happier than usual. Thinking about her new found friendship with Asher uplifted her mood in so many ways she never thought possible and the fact that she would be seeing him soon made her want to fly to school. She had dreamt about him all through the night. Even she was surprised at why she was feeling so giddy about him but she just knows that she was. She could still remember how he would often stare at her lips last night and bite his. She knew he wanted to kiss her but what she didn’t know was why he didn’t. She had looked forward to it at some point last night but he didn’t oblige.

Not letting it dampen her mood, she had prepared for school happily. Since her father’s slaps last night didn’t leave any bruises coupled with Asher’s words, she decided not to wear a hoodie to the school today and had spent nearly twenty minutes thinking of what to do with her hair and had ended up settling on a messy bun. It didn’t make her look beautiful but it gave her a lazy but cute expression and she would settle for cute any day since she won’t be having beautiful ever.

Her mood soared higher the closer she got to school knowing he would already be there since he had the habit of always arriving before her. She just couldn’t wait to see him and her eyes spoke of her excitement, well, until she noticed the big shadow hanging over the school. Everyone wore sad faces and they all gave her the look that made her wished she had come with her hoodie so that she can hide her face with the hood. She shook it off and continued, trying not to focus on the students or the fact that they were all whispering to each other and staring at her.

What was going on? Why is she the center of attention once more? Could it be her new outfit and the fact it was the first time she was coming to school in something else that wasn’t a hoodie? She glanced at Asher’s spot in the parking lot but she couldn’t see the red sports car and before she could feel her mood dampen some more, she remembered that he had damaged the car yesterday and might have already be inside the school since he didn’t drive.

She forced herself to walk by the whispering students and more than ever, she missed her hoodie. Just why didn’t she wear it today of all day? She was almost at the hallway entrance when a girl ran out of the door and threw her arms around her, sobbing. “I don’t care what they say or think, all I know is that you saved my life. You saved my life, Naomi, thank you. Thank you so much,” the girl cried and while her words shocked Naomi, the fact that she called her by her name shocked her the more. The girl finally released her and her red-hair was a mess and her eyes were puffy and red, her nose a little swollen and red as well.

“Tiana, what is it?” she forced herself to ask.

Tiana sniffled and looked in her eyes, “Trisha and Rebecca went for that joy ride,” she revealed and that was all the explanation she needed. “Trisha died on spot, just like you said. Rebecca was rushed to the hospital, she was said to be in the clear yesterday but she had a seizure this morning and died before the doctors could do anything. I would have died too Naomi, if you hadn’t forced to stop us yesterday, I would have died. You saved my life, Naomi, you saved my life,” she hugged her again, sobbing now.

Naomi let her hold her and sob as she was lost in thought. Rebecca and Tiana had survived in her vision. Although fatally wounded but they had survived, so why would she suddenly die? Could it be because Tiana didn’t go with them and because she didn’t go, change the order of the vision?

“Naomi Clayman,” she heard and blinked her eyes to see the principal in front of her just as Tiana released her to stand beside her, sniffling and wiping away her tears. “Can I see you in my office before the class begins.” He said, his eyes going to Tiana and back to Naomi before he walked into the hall.

“Hey,” Tiana said, linking her hand with hers and when Naomi glanced at her, she smiled, “I will go with you, for emotional support.”

Naomi frowned, “since when are you nice to me?”