Merely Existing

Chapter 2: The Principal

Blacky's POV

Let's see, what plausible reason could there be for a fifty-year-old secretary with a name tag: Mrs Jordan, to stare intensely at me and my registration as if observing a wild extinct animal?

No, none that I could think of at least. I was about to say something to kill the silence when the graying lady finally opened her mouth.

"You're Henderson?" she asked in a surprisingly strong, crisp voice but astonishment was evident in her tone, and here I thought she was on the verge of death.

I nodded. This further confirmed my theory that the Hendersons were indeed of high status and fame, otherwise this kind of reaction would be illogical. I took a mental note to question Kylee, I hated being ignorant more than anything.

Mrs Jordan smiled politely, finally regaining her professional attitude. "Here's your student pass and your time table for this year. Locker number and classroom numbers are also provided. Would you like one of our students to show you around?"

Before she could call over a snobby looking girl in miniskirt, I refused her offer. I was not being stubborn. I merely had no need for a guide when I was perfectly capable of finding the way myself. As I was about to take my leave, a familiar figure entered the office, too familiar for my liking.

Standing tall in a neat suit with the same light brown hair and the same studious expression that hadn't changed from the last time I saw him, was a man I thought I'd never see again. He didn't seem to have noticed me, probably the work of my hoodie.

"Ah, good morning Mr Deviorra! " Mrs Jordan greeted him, perking up immediately.

He turned around and greeted her back. "Luvia, good to see you. Have any of the new students arrived yet?"

"Why one just arrived now, it's Miss Henderson!" she replied enthusiastically. At that his eyes scanned around the room and landed on the snobby girl from earlier.

Seriously, was my presence that low? Wait, that was supposed to be a good thing.

Before any misunderstandings could occur, Mrs Jordan pointed a finger at me, "There she is."

Once again, astonishment. I was getting tired of that reaction. Sorry for being the only common thing in the campus, now get over it. He regained his composure, as expected, then smiled, " Would you care for a little talk in my office, Miss Henderson?"

I noticed where he was heading to, the principal's office. Of all the coincidences, I had to be in the school where he was in charge? Well, it was too late for regrets. I will have to see how the situation plays out.

"Sure," I answered curtly then followed him in. His office was even more exquisite, if that was possible. Shiny black marble tiles, mahogany coated walls with uniquely crafted torch like lights that gives a soft warm glow. If I had a preference, it would be this style.

"Take a seat," he offered as he sat behind his desk, "I'm Steven Deviorra, the principal of Crosswell High..."

But before he could waste my time introducing someone I already know, I cut to the chase. No point in hiding, if he was going to find out, it might as well be now.

"Stevey, enough said."

I pulled back the hoodie to let him have a good look at my face. It hadn't be long since I left, so he recognised me right away.

It was like watching a traffic light, Stevey's face turned from its usual rosy red to a paler orange and finally sick green. He started stuttering and blinking like a fool, he might as well be hyperventilating. Now this was what people called 'overreacting'. It was not like I was some ghost that had came back from the dead, nor was I going to leap on him and slice his throat right away.