Her Knight In Rusty Armor

Chapter VII

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If you would ever like to eat a delicious, handmade mug cake, Ashton Miller is at your service.

Always, honey.

Two weeks had gone by ever since the occurrence of that tiny scuffle. I was quite glad I never got a chance to see that guy even once after that wretched day. I wasn't even aware of his darned name, though Marc and I would refer to him as a pezzo di merda [piece of shit] when we would bring him up in our conversations.

Thankfully, no other funny business materialised after that event. It was only the usual which occurred... You know, me trudging around the grounds like a slug, partly looking after Kate, then making others laugh, and then drowning in my own pool of viscous thoughts.

Speaking of Kate, she hadn't talked much to me in the past two weeks either. Maybe she was just too ashamed to ever doubt her handsome saviour, cue the pretty girls throwing red roses over me. Only sometimes, I'd catch her glancing over at me, but then she'd avert her gaze and would get engrossed into deep conversations with her friends.

Oh, and something super funny happened yesterday.

While we were in the classroom waiting for our History teacher to arrive, I was sitting somewhere in the far back and Kate's two friends strutted up to me dramatically. Not to my surprise, their faces gave no way to any emotions in particular. I silently wished that they'd at least scoff at me, as their impassiveness was proving itself to be rather intimidating.

They came to a halt on either side on my desk, making me reach a cul-de-sac as I nervously kept clicking on my ballpoint. Due to my mother, my brain had inculcated a strong fear of short women into itself, and I couldn't help shrink back into my seat, wishing I could just camouflage with it like a chameleon.

"Ahem," the brunette coughed subtly as to bring my attention towards her, though I was already all ears. "I'm Nora," she spoke up. Even though her voice was calm, I didn't half expect her to be any less of a tsundere than Kate.

"And I'm Dawn," the other girl added. She had ocean blue eyes which matched her hair colour elegantly.

"Okay, and?" I shot back in a small voice. Upon receiving their deathly glares, I decided to shut up until they had said whatever they wanted to say.

"Well, Ashton," Nora, as I recalled, spoke up; she seemed like the confident one. "We wanted to know how you found out that Kath was in that abandoned classroom that day. Have you been stalking her?" Her urgent, demanding tone took me by surprise. Dawn placed her hand on my desk, impatiently drumming her fingers on it.

"Well, you see..." I trailed off, upon seeing dozens of other students' eyes on the three of us.

I was almost used to being the centre of attention. I'd get there some day.

"Ever heard of gut feelings, honey?" I continued with a smirk, to which she scrunched her nose. Dawn trotted back to her seat upon noticing Miss Ariel walk into our class.

"Don't flirt with us, especially not with her. Do you understand me nice and clear?" she seethed through her teeth, her chocolate brown eyes glistening with rage. I raised my hands in surrender then ran one of though my hair.

"I mean, I saved her life, so it's only fair if I get somrthing in return... Unless you'd like to offer me something else?" I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. She shook her head at me, her curly hair bouncing around with the motion, and I could basically read her thoughts at that moment.