Uncover(On Hold)

2. Welcome to Prestton Academy

Conversations of all topics floated in the air, drowning the sound of the music that played softly in the background. Marissa had spent the first two hours introducing people to me whose names I had already forgotten, she really tried to get me into conversations but my lips were starting to feel numb for faking so many smiles.

Feeling tired of pretending to fit in an environment I was not very sure myself I wanted to form part of, I stood apart holding a glass of some bubbly drink, sighing to myself and at my inability of socializing. I had never felt lonelier in a crowded room, and I mentally scoffed the seconds where I fooled myself in thinking that I could belong in here.

I was currently debating with myself if either my taste in decorative was very lame or this decoration was just painfully horrendous in contrast with the beautiful people that filled the room. Seriously, what did these folks drink to have such a clear skin? I was feeling very tempted to drink the whole mystery drink out of the bowl simply as an experiment.

The thoughts of my inner scientific-self were interrupted as the loud sound of a microphone being tested echoed through the room, cutting off several conversations, heads turning in the direction of the sound.

"Good night everybody," A male voice said into the microphone with a joyful tone, the few people who reminded talking peeked up with interest at the sound of his voice.

I moved closer to the stage where a small group of people was already standing, hoping for some kind of entertainment. I looked at the boy standing proudly with the microphone in hand. He looked vaguely familiar, his brown hair carefully styled and his eyes were cautious and expecting as the crowd became bigger, more people joining in the front.

“I hope everyone is enjoying themselves. It is wonderful to see so many familiar faces and to be back here, at our second home.” He had the crowd enchanted, the horde glowing at him, pleased to have his attention even if it was shared with another hundred more students. "And we can’t ignore our new acquisitions, what kind of Welcome party would this be if we don’t introduce the newcomers properly?" He asked, and a loud cheer of agreement roamed the room.

Not matter how excited everyone who surrounded me was, I had no intentions to follow his commands, certainly not in the mood to form part of some dumb introduction.

"Excellent," He beamed at the crowd "Why don't you lovely people come to front and show us what you got?"

Regardless a small group with distaste expressions the students got excited by the idea as the new ones moved ahead slowly with obvious discomfort. I was confused at the request, and wondered about what was he expecting to see as a glint of mischief quickly cracked his charming facade. I hoped he wasn't referring to some sadistic game. I was all against flashing my boobs to these strangers. Who knew what rich kids were on these days?

"You, the redhead one" The boy said, gesturing to one of the girls in the short group of nine students that were waiting uncomfortably for his instructions. "Show us" He demanded, his smile getting bigger and expectant.

The girl looked frightened to be pointed, her pale skin turning paper white. She shook her head almost imperceptibly with her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her, trying her best to avoid eye contact.

The grin in the boy's face dropped as he tilted his head to the side, an incredulous expression on his face. He opened his mouth ready to repeat himself stronger but he got interrupted by a brunette girl who stood between him and the redhead girl.

"They are not your new toys to order around, cut it now, Patrick" She said firmly. The redhead girl looked relieved as she hid herself behind her savior still refusing to look up.