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A most memorable Saturday

Waking up the next morning, it began feeling like a normal Saturday. As I stepped out of the shower and got dressed for training with the running club though, I began to feel a little worried. Something was going to happen today that would most likely cause a stir. 

Stepping outside the dorm, I immediately found one reason. 

"Heinrich," I sighed defeated. "What are you doing outside the girl's dorm at this time of the morning?" 

"While I am here as a teacher," he explained, beginning to walk towards the running track, "My first priority is your protection," 

"I'm outside my dorm," I stated, "What could go wrong here?" 

"I kidnapped you behind this same dorm Jesse," Heinrich pointed out. "Also if anyone asks, I have an interest in sports, and am merely watching," 

"Yeah, yeah," I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," 

As the two of us walked towards the track, I began to feel my gut dropping ever so lower. Biting my lips in nervousness, I began to look around, trying to find anything out of the ordinary. 

"What's wrong?" Heinrich asked, visibly tensing up. 

"Nothing dangerous," I replied. "I think. I just have a bad feeling about something," 

Seeming to slightly believe me, Heinrich calmed down just a little as we continued walking. Thankfully though, nothing out of the ordinary happened, and soon enough I was warming up with the other club members. 

"Jesse, who's that guy?" Steven asked me, glancing over towards the stands where Heinrich was sitting. 

"He's the new English teacher for first years," I replied as I stretched my hamstrings. "Mr. Smith," 

"What's he doing here though?" another club member asked. 

"He said he was interested in the sports we do here," I answered. 

"Oh, okay then," the boys shrugged it off as Steven began barking orders for the session. 

Before I could stand up though, a hand appeared before me. Looking up, I noticed it was Patrick who had a worried look behind his eyes. 

"He's not really a teacher, is he?" He murmured softly as he helped me up. 

"No," I grumbled. "He's from the MAFIA that Kalem pissed off," 

"Of course that idiot did something like that," Patrick muttered angrily. "But if Kalem pissed them off, why is he trailing you?" 

"You noticed that huh?" I sighed. "Well, truth be told, I also pissed off his boss pretty good, so now he's following me around for my so called protection, and other reasons I'm unaware of," 

"I hope he isn't..." Patrick began, but trailed off. 

"Isn't what?" I nervously asked. 

"Nothing," Patrick dismissed. "It's impossible," 

"Okay then," I mumbled. 

As the club members began the warm up laps, I noticed two figures off in the distance. Watching them carefully, I soon realised they were heading straight towards the tracks. As the pit in my stomach grew, I soon realised the one in front with the brown hair was holding a camera and a camera bag, and the lady behind him with red hair was holding a few other bags. Eventually, they got even closer and I could immediately make out who they were. 

"Oh god no please," I begged, coming to a stop as other members jogged around me. "Not today, please," 

"Would you look at that, I found you already!" Hansel grinned victoriously as he walked up to me. "It's been such a long time!"