Werewolves and Mermaids Don't Mix

Chapter 4

AN

Hello everybody! I know everyone hates reading author notes [ :( ] so I'll try and keep this short so you guys can keep on reading. Firstly I'd just like to let you know that I thank each and every one of you guys for sticking with this story through thick and thin, I appreciate each and every single one of you guys for giving this story a chance! Secondly, I'd just like to give you guys a heads up that I went back and edited the previous chapters slightly so it would flow better and I'd advise you to quickly go back and skim over that (so y'all aren't like wth, wtf is going on). Once again, thank you lovely humans, have a great new year and carry on reading! 

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I wish I could say that I made it out of the front door, I really did. Maybe then there wouldn't be hundreds of eyes fixated on me as the dining hall fell completely silent with the only exception being the occasional clattering of cutlery being dropped on plates in shock.  Wide eyed, I took in what must have been at least six hundred pairs of eyes all trained on me, my legs growing shakier and shakier with every prolonged second of eye contact until I felt like a jellyfish being forced to walk a tightrope suspended between two skyscrapers. 

As I continued to have my stunned fish-caught-in-a-net moment, the scent of various delicious smelling foods wafted past my nostrils, causing my stomach to growl audibly as I started to realise just how hungry I actually was. This is just great, I thought as I started to feel myself turn lobster red whilst still shaking like a nearly drowned chihuahua, instead of escaping the school inconspicuously as planned, I've landed in the middle of it's occupants. I soon came to realise that wasn't even the worst part. 

"Miss Neptune?"

Slowly turning to face the deep voice, I almost started to cry as my eyes met those of the principal. His brown eyes were guarded as he rose from his seat on the head table, leaving behind a plate filled to the brim with roasted potatoes, steak and gravy. His gaze flickered from my face then to my suitcases a few times before settling back onto my face again, skewering me to the spot with an accusatory stare. 

"I think it would be best if we talk in my office."

Petrified, I nodded in agreement, afraid that if I opened my mouth to agree with him I wouldn't be able to stop blabbering nonsense. The close lipped smile he sent me did nothing to ease my nerves as he motioned for me to follow him outside.

Twenty minutes later, I found myself sitting in a plushy brown leather chair, viciously attacking a roast potato as Principal Volkov waited impatiently for me to finish. The food prepared for dinner, especially the potatoes, was amazing. My eyes had nearly rolled into the back of my head the moment I bit into one of those god given morsels, the flavour bursting on my tongue in ways that no amount of seaweed could compare to. I swear to whatever gods are out there that I heard a choir singing Hallelujah somewhere in the back of my mind.

I pouted slightly when I realised I'd eaten all the food on my plate before I let out a quiet sigh of disappointment and lifted my head to meet the principal's gaze. He flashed me a predatory smile similar to a shark's, revealing a set of unnaturally sparkling white teeth, and just continued to stare at me. 

Two seconds into the stare off, I started to feel so uncomfortable that I found myself breaking out into a light sheen of sweat. After about another minute of his intense stare down, in which I had been practically dripping sweat, he finally decided to break the silence.

"Let's cut to the chase shall we," he began in a menacing tone, his eyes narrowing slightly as he leant forward in his chair, placing his large arms menacingly onto the desk,"You have two choices Miss Neptune, as an enrolled student here."