She's Not What You Think

Chapter 8

It's funny how mindless teenagers could turn your life upside down in exactly one day. It's truly fascinating.

Worthington High became a battlefield all thanks to one particular person, who would you believe had been missing for the last 6 hours?

Yes, With the arrival of Luca Rodrigues, World War 2 became a joke. Every female, males included, all trying to prove that they gained 'Hunter's' attention.

Pfft...idiots what a fucking joke. Like seriously are you that desperate? How much damage can one "foreign exchange" do, it's ridiculous at this point, he is not that special, well not in my eyes.

Now, from the events that occurred yesterday, I knew my face wouldn't be welcomed here even if I was invisible before I think Luca made sure to destroy that image for me, so I did the most reasonable I knew to do.

Threaten my dearly beloved principal.

"What the fuck did you do?", I was now standing right face to face, close enough to smell the fear emanating out of his pathetic self.

Oh, how I revel in his fear.

"What do you mea- I...I've done nothing... I swear," he said, startled by my uncalled outburst.

"Oh really, 'Mr. Hectate', so tell me, Ronald, why was my family not informed of the sudden arrival of Lucas Rodrigues hmm? " He swallowed loudly but kept his mouth shut.

"So you just decided to enrol Lucas without contacting me, my father or his ?" He stiffened again unable to answer, eyes landing everywhere but me.

Now, this is my speciality, getting what I need to know, I was never one to waste my talents on measly drug-seeking scrunts like Mr. Hectate over here but I see fit for those who test me and his silence surely did just that.

I grabbed the blade that always stays hidden in the hem of my hoodie, all of Julia's clothes have special surprises for whatever comes my way, as an heir to an empire identity known or not I always have a target on me ... always.

I played with the sharp blade in my hands, caressing the cold steel with the fingers. I've always had a knack for playing with weapons. Most children grew up with a stupid barbie dollhouse or legos but me? no no no I was mastering martial arts and weaponry since I was 4.

A small smile appeared on my face as Mr. Hectate's face became red with fear or lust I couldn't tell which. We've all known about Ronald's disgusting fetishes and the drugs did not make it any better, he'd be dead if we didn't need a dummy to stand in and pretend to run this school.

"So are you going to tell me now? or do I need to take away old man Ronald's new shipment?" ," No!... no-no Miss Venessa that won't be necessary ." he became agitated at the mention of his supply being cut, spoken like a true addict.

"Okay, well tell me then, why did you enrol him?" the knife spun in my hand as I played with it anxiously waiting for an answer. I looked up quickly and caught his eyes signally for him to hurry up with his response and oh boy, words flew out quicker than I could hear.

"Would you like to repeat that? And slower this time Ronald."

He continued slowing his words now," I didn't know it was him, it did not pass my mind when h-he registered I just figured he was a regular t-transfer student, I-I'm telling you I swear I didn't know."

I burst into laughter," Ha Ha, so what you're telling is Mr. Hectate, that after the countless briefing we provided for you, you did not edge it into your small brain that my safety and the safety of this school would not be compromised? more importantly, how does one miss the son of a mafia leader who sells you your fucking drugs ?"