High School From Hell(Vanoss Crew Fanfic)

Chapter 26

The walk from here to upstairs and into one of the many rooms felt like the longest walk. Many emotions came into play since Lockwood had come to me so we could talk, but they weren't the ones I'd usual feel like nervousness. The problem was that I knew exactly why, and the more I ignored it, the more it seemed to be stamped deeper into my brain.

There's something off about this.

There's something off about him.

As we walked, there was no sign of my friends or anyone up here, making me assume that they left after our  argument. But I knew my friends well enough to know that they wouldn't leave like this, they would stay for the entire duration of the ball and "protect me" so to speak. Another bad feeling came from thinking like that. As much as I was still angry at them, I still wanted to be sure that they were okay. With Vanoss crew roaming around this ball, I had a reason to fear their safety.

What Nyssa didn't know was that they were currently fending themselves off from Vanoss Crew while trying to find their two missing friends.

Entering the room, I didn't stare at the room in awe. If the ballroom was that beautiful, then the rest of the rooms would be the same no doubt. The room was similar to one of the lounges at a vintage mansion, with the fireplace, a dark wooden floor with a velvet red carpet that just covers the ground that' was surrounded by a plush white love seat and two leather sofas that were parallel from each other. Placed in the centre of that the was a coffee table with a simple small vase of flowers. Bookshelves were placed along the wall, filled with old books that looks untouched, old portraits that still looked brand new lined each of the dark coloured walls, and the small decorations placed around the room balanced the dark colours with its slight brightness. The room was completely different to how the ballroom looked, but still kept the sophisticated and luxurious theme to it.

The temptation of wondering around the room and looking at everything more closely was strong, but I plastered the main reason why I was in here in the first place; and that's to get some answers out of Lockwood.

"So what was it you wanted to speak to me about?" Lockwood's voice said from behind me as he closed the door. His steps were quiet as he came around and stood before me. Getting a better look at him, I finally noticed how his demeanour has become more...darker.

"My invite." I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He laughed a little before stepping back and wondering around the room, picking up things here and there." Oh right, you're invite. You didn't like the housewarming gift that came along with it?"

Letting his words sink in, I finally realised what he meant, making my blood run cold. Even more questions bombarded my mind which only produced anger inside me, my hands moving to my sides, clenching.

His eyes laid upon me, satisfied by my reaction, before continuing." It's a shame you didn't wear the dress either. I thought you'd like it."

"If you thought I liked it, then you don't know me as much as you think." I gritted, finding the courage to finally talk." Why go through the trouble of destroying my house just to send me an invite to the ball?"

"Simple; to make you think that Vanoss Crew did it." He said, circling me and making me almost regret the comment before. Almost." I knew about your little fight with them, and I knew that you'd instantly think it was them that was behind it. But they decided to attack you and your friends on the same day, cementing their alibi."