Tainted Souls

Chapter Two

I always had low self-esteem after dealing with bullies for years. But now, it was at rock bottom after I constantly spent time worrying about Maverick's threats. Even on Monday, I walked with trepidation out of my Design class. Thank god this wasn't a class I shared with Sasha and her minions, nor anyone else in The High Class, for that matter.

I knew it was too good to be true though when I saw none other than Maverick standing by the side of the wall. Just great. His gaze, those piercing dark green eyes full of nothing but hatred and anger, landed on me. I hated how I looked too innocent with my puppy dog eyes and overall "baby face". I didn't know how many times I was mistaken as a freshman instead of a senior back when I was in high school.

"I've thought of a way to make you pay me back for your transgressions as a form of comprehensive retribution. You will be both my servant and maid. That is just the beginning. There is more that will happen when you get on my wrath," Maverick declared, his voice laced with a chilling finality.

I shivered in fear. What else could be worse than this? Oh, right. There was the fact that he was a killer. Keisha told me that he had murdered his father. I noticed Keisha walking towards me. She texted me something, so I checked what she had to say. It was probably urgent, considering the look on her face.

Keisha: Maverick is notorious for his awful "pranks" and his sadistic brand of mental torment. Think of him as Sasha 2.0 in male form, even if she is popular and he is an outcast. Even Hunter is considered Sasha's beta, no matter how much he brags that he is an alpha male type to his fraternity brothers. I don't know what the hell I saw in him, ugh. Anyways, watch out for Taj next.

I wanted to defy Maverick, but fear of the consequences kept me in check. Maybe if he were even Hunter, I would've dared. On second thought, I probably would not because of that vile wicked witch, Sasha. He was still the most threatening by far.

How was he not in jail when he had murdered his father? Or, maybe there wasn't proof against him. In fact, it could have all been hidden due to his money and connections. I had to somehow find evidence against the psychopath in order to stop these mind games and his bullying.

"Can't there be a peace offering?" I asked him. "You know, I have this really delicious Korean spicy tofu recipe. I might not be the best cook in the world, but—" I began to say, but Maverick interrupted me.

"Non mi dispiace, piccola cagna. Food won't cut it. I can hire chefs from around the world to make food for me. The fucking issue is that you still don't know your place. My dorm, at six p.m. sharp. Don't be late," he warned me.

Hey! It was nice of me to even offer to make good food for him as a peace offering, especially with it being my favorite food. I knew that whatever he said in Italian probably wasn't even nice, so I didn't bother using Google Translate or ChatGPT.

"Wait! Where is your dorm?" I asked him curiously.

Heads turned in our direction when I asked him that. Just great. I didn't want to attract attention, but it was already too late.

"Most people know where it is since people are fucking nosy at this prissy college. I'm surprised you don't know," he commented. "Find out on your own."

"You're acting like you're relevant enough for people to know," Keisha shot back at him, coming to my defense.

"You're acting like you're relevant enough to defy me, when anyone who is probably associated with Aera has no money or power the way that I do," he responded coldly.

Then, he left, a silent testament to the mayhem he'd unleashed.

What an ass! How dare he think that everyone knew where his dorm was? It wasn't like he was a famous A-list celebrity or something. And even then, celebrities tried their best to keep their privacy from others of where they lived. It was also rude the way he insulted us both like that.