THE TECHNOLOGIST

TROUBLE

* * * JACOB'S P.O.V * * *

The dean studied us, her brown eyes were roving between the three of us. Her long eyelashes batted up and down as she looked at us menacingly. Her blonde hair — rested lazily upon her shoulders — flew around every now and then, thanks to the open windows.

Her light toned skin was so pale it was close to being translucent. She had applied a lot of pink blush on her cheeks and the red lipstick that adorned her lips complimented her pink dress and red jacket wonderfully.

One would wonder why a young, beautiful woman who had such impeccable fashion sense like her would take up such a boring job. I thought she could do better.

The room was coated with despairing silence. The only sound was that of the blue crystal curtain being harassed by the wind behind her.

"What am I doing here? I did nothing wrong," Troy said with a tremble on his usually stern voice. His adoration for the woman always turned him to such a sorry state.

"Who said you could address me, Mr. Gavenport?" Her eyes landed abruptly on him. She hardened her stare and cocked a brow. Her sultry voice left a little echo in its wake. It was totally different from the one that yelled out our names. I could never figure out how her voice could change tones so wonderfully.

Troy didn't answer, he just lowered his head and cast his eyes to the floor. I looked at him. Was he being serious? I couldn't believe it. My, my miss Valentin, the power you have. Nobody could make Troy behave in such a manner, not even his mother.

"Ok, Miss Valentin, we get it. You are the dean. You have the power and all, but this is getting exhausting," Vicki said as she shifted on her seat, making herself more comfortable. She then folded her arms and smiled at Miss Valentin. "We've been here for thirty minutes now. I get that I'm irresistible, but please, it's getting creepy." After the longest of times she decided to speak up.

"Vicki , Jacob, Troy, you are all in a lot of trouble." Well it wouldn't be the first time. I'm used to trouble. We are used to trouble. I looked at Vicki and Troy.

"Well it wouldn't be the first time." They both nodded and I turned to look at miss Valentin. She sighed and cast her eyes downwards.

"No. You don't get the level of trouble you're in this time," she said in a defeated voice and raised her head to look at us. She expressed empathy and sympathy with her eyes.

"You're in trouble with the CFC. They know all about you, especially you, Jacob with that little stunt you did with the portal. The CCPO will be investigating you from now on. You two will be investigated if they find anything out of the ordinary with Jacob."

I looked at Syria intently, not really comprehending what she was telling us. "How do you know all of this?"

Worry had started to plant it's rotten seed deep within me. I didn't like the idea of the CCPO officiating an investigation against me. Those people were ruthless when it came to the abuse of technology. She couldn't be serious. It wasnt possible that we would be on the CCPO's radar. It just wasn't.

"In dire times I might tell you, but right now you don't need to know." She smiled and wrote something down on her book. I looked suspiciously at her as she wrote.

I didn't know what that was supposed to do, but it just added more to my worry. I never liked worrying. I worried too much about my mom to worry about other things.