Be My Only Karma {ON HOLD}

Chapter 2: Dusk Holds To Dawn

The warming sun slowly rises over the horizon, baking the school in a golden yellow. The students are slowly increasing in number and filling the corridors. A tall man, with hair the colour of dusk in its most natural beauty is walking in front of me, guiding me through the school in a polite and gentlemanly way. Each door we arrive to he announces the room number, the teacher and the subject learned in those classes. But naturally, I am paying no attention to him.

Instead I am too busy watching the beautiful sunrise occurring just outside the large windows stretched along the corridor. What baffles me about this school is how long the corridors are. We have been walking down the same corridor for a long time and I am positive that Westley is up to room number 101.

As we pass a class, I think Westley said it is a Biology room, I hear footsteps leaving the room. I turn to face an attractive, young woman holding her posture up-right and carrying a folder in her left hand.

She smiles pleasantly. “Ah, Westley. It’s such a pleasure to see you up so early!” She turns her attention to me with a faint glare in her eyes. “And you are?” She snaps.

I give her a full-on glare and mumble. “What the hell do you-” Westley cuts me short, slapping his hand over my mouth and pushing me back.

He clears his throat. “She is the new student, Miss Kimiko Yoake.” His polite and formal speech does not fool me the slightest, however the teacher seems to be caught in his pheromone trap.

She gazes into his eyes with desire and smiles hungrily. “Oh, I see. So you are showing this little girl around? You are so helpful, Westley!” She gives out a shriek thought to be a laugh and gives me a quick glance before slipping a sheet of paper from her folder and sheepishly handing it to Westley. “This is for you…” Her voice sounds like that belonging to a young girl who has a one-sided love with Westley. She turns back to her teacher image and gives me a distinct look before turning and walking the other way.

That quick, split-second look had the anger of a tiger roaring inside her eyes. It freaked me out a little, sending a shiver down my spine. “Who does she think she is, your mistress?” I ask Westley, inappropriately, obviously trying to dance all over his nerves.

I see Westley quickly look over the sheet of paper before scrunching it up and shoving it in his pocket with disgust. “Even the teachers…” He mumbles to himself thinking I am unable to hear him, but since I am standing right beside him, I can. He looks up with an annoyed expression. “You should never speak so ill of a teacher, Yoake” He snaps at me.

His snarling voice sends a jolt through my spine. I turn my head and glower. “I guess your philosophy doesn’t apply to fellow students, then…” I mutter quietly so he does not hear.

We continue the little tour as normal. Well when I say normal, I mean not normal. For some reason, ever since that teacher spoke to Westley, his attitude has flipped. Originally, he seemed to be willing to answer any question I wanted to throw at him, but now…

The students walking by us are pressing their bodies as close to the opposite wall that we are walking against as they can without falling out of the windows. It seems his aura has completely changed, and all it took was that single sheet of paper. I turn my attention to Westley’s back left pocket where he carelessly shoved it in. I ponder to myself on what is written on that paper that has made Westley so mad. I opt out of asking him since, in his mood right now, he may consider punching my face if I try to make a conversation. So I just leave it be.

Although he is in a sour mood, he still tells me about the different classrooms as we go by them, though he is rather pessimistic. We continue through the school and arrive at the bottom floor where the set-up of the classrooms have changed somewhat. The corridor seems to be more bright and open. But that may be because Westley has finally finished his annoyed episode.