British Exchange Agent

Chapter 10

His glacier eyes scanned the through the sea of faces, his tattoos on full display in the restaurant's bright lighting. The smell of pizza settled as a bitter taste in my mouth, the cheesy aroma now sour.

He let go of the door and marched in, his face full of anger and determination. He flicked his hand in the air, his muscles popping, and the clones behind him walked forwards.

The waitress shook with fear as Hatrov's eyes flicked down to her. I strained to hear his low voice above the boisterous restaurant, putting a hand on my chin and tilting my head.

"Table for three?"

His words were pronounced softly, and yet a chill shot up my spine. She nodded nervously, her fingers fumbling for a menu.

I tuned back into the conversation beside me, keeping my head angled low.

"I bet she could - you were in gym class, right? She whooped your butt." Marcus sniggered.

They glanced at me.

"Fancy joining the football team?" Aaron asked.

I glanced to Hatrov's location, feeling my heart pound when he began to move my way. A group of girls stood up in front of them and started making their way towards the bathrooms.

I looked back towards the lads.

"Tampons need changing."

Leaving them in stuttered silence, I quickly slipped out of my chair and joined the girls, walking slightly in front of them.

They frowned at me in confusion as we entered the toilets, sending me curious glances as they dug out makeup from their bags.

I walked into one of the cubicles, eyeing the grubby floor with disgust. I locked the door and tightened my ponytail, letting out a slow breath. My mind raced as I closed my eyes, images of Hatrov flashing by.

My eyes snapped open.

My head flicked up and I scanned the area, absorbing every crevice, tile, mark. A taunting crack on the ceiling caused my eyes to narrow.

Placing one foot on the top of the toilet, I hoisted myself up and gripped onto the side of the cubicle. My abs tensed as I pulled my body over the top, before leaning over and jumping to the other cubicle divider.

The clunk of my feet smacking against it resonated in the bathroom, causing the chatter of the girls to diminish.

"Are you alright in there?" 

The tentative voice tugged at me amusingly.

"I'm alright."

I responded causally, my voice emotionless. I swung over the divider I held onto and released my hold on it, launching into a tight flip.

My feet crashed into the cracked ceiling perfectly, the sound contained as my body took the brunt of the vibration. Sharp gasps echoed as I latched onto the cubicle wall just in time.

I pulled my foot far away from the menacingly murky toilet, and let out a relieved sigh, glancing at the hole above me.

"What are you doing?" One of the girls exclaimed in horror.