Chapter 12 ELEVEN

MORGIANA'S POV The class went smoothly surprisingly enough. Although Arleigh did not miss a single second not to give me her killer glare as if she stared at me long enough I'd just die on the spot. Alaris told me specifically not to get involved with Arleigh if I couldn't control my emotions like what happened last time I broke her nose. It was also a puzzle solved for me when I realized the reason I managed to fight like that with Arleigh was because of my supernatural abilities. Laurent said it had become more noticeable when I turned eighteen. I feel like I still have a lot to know about myself and what I am. I just need to find the right person to ask and unfortunately, it's not Alaris. He only knows I'm the daughter of a forbidden relationship and that I'm an abomination. But anyway, I'll still try to ask him. Earlier, he had told Laurent to gather information for as much as we could. In the school, there are only two possible sources: one is Arleigh, who belongs to one of the founding families and the other one is the head of the school. We both agreed that he will get information from Arleigh and I will get information from the school head. As far as they know, I am just an ordinary student. If the school head sees Laurent, I doubt he's going to tell him anything. The problem is: how on earth am I supposed to get information from the school head? "I don't understand how you could bear listening to this boring discussion every day," Laurent whispered to me. I groaned inwardly. I'd like to tell him to keep his distance because Arleigh seemed like she was close to the point where a teacher won't be able to hold her back once she stands and slaps me across my face. It would be messy because I am not going to back down in a fight. Especially not against her. But Laurent kept inching close and whispering things to me-most of them random and nonsense. The teacher, strangely, is just ignoring Laurent. I know they did something to make it that way. I'm just not sure what but the teacher was deliberately ignoring Laurent. If he starts screaming, I think the teacher would pay no attention to him still. Me, on the other hand, not so much. I don't think the teacher would just let me go if I talk to Laurent. She'd send me straight to detention- An idea suddenly popped into my head. I looked at Laurent and without hesitation, I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. His eyes widened with shock but I could tell he was not in pain whatsoever. "Miss Davis!" called the teacher. I knew she was going to notice me right away. I looked at her and gave her a blank look. "He got mosquito on his cheek," I reasoned out and looked at Laurent who, mercifully, instantly got what I wanted to do. He dramatically touched his face as though he was truly hurt by what I did. "I think one of my teeth came off after that slap," he said, much to the horror of our teacher. She was fuming mad when she looked at me and then pointed to the door. "Detention, now!" I did not protest and immediately walked out of the classroom to the detention room but before going, I gave Laurent a glance and he smirked in my direction. The detention room was just on the same floor so I got there quickly. When I entered, there were only three students there, one was sleeping, the other one was drawing something on the chair which could probably get him another hour of detention, and the other one was sitting in the corner, as though she wasn't supposed to be there but somehow got caught in the trouble. I sat on the farthest edge of the room, next to the wall. Next to the detention office is the school head's office. I am not sure if I could get the information that I want but this is worth a try. After all, my hearing senses have heightened. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I leaned back on my chair. Before I could even begin, the door opened and came in another teacher. He gave me a look and then a shake of his head before he motioned me to come. I did so without question and he gave me a piece of paper. "Write what you did that got you in here and write your reflection," he said in the dullest voice I have ever heard. He sounded like he has done this so many times and is bored and sick of it. I took the paper and went back to my seat. I pretended to start writing while my ears is listening to the next room, where the school head might be. There was no sound I could hear but the rustle of papers. I couldn't hear any voices. The teacher went out and I stopped writing to concentrate on listening. And then I heard voices. Muffled voices at first but as I listened more carefully, I could hear the school head's voice. In normal people hearing, they could only hear the distant sounds of voices but for me, I could hear them clearly. I could have sworn my ears went high with alert when I heard they were talking about the charity event. "All preparations are ready?" asked the school head. Whatever preparation it was, they didn't tell and I doubt if they're going to blatantly talk about it in the school. Especially if it's not something to be talked about at school. "Yes, sir. All are ready. All factions are invited. A selected few from each, of course," said the dull voice from the teacher in the detention. "There will only be the founding families and the direct people in their circle. For the other factions, let all of them come." "Are you sure, sir?" "Absolutely. After all, we're going to build a stronger relationship. 70% of the humans in this town don't know about them except for the founding families. Hence, it will be our job to represent the humans." The other teacher did not say anything and that was the only thing I could hear after I heard the door closing. I immediately started writing again just in time when the teacher came inside the classroom. I muttered a curse to myself. My trip to the detention wasn't so helpful at all. Lunch break came and the café was especially bustling. I already have an inkling as to what could be the reason because as soon I came inside, I saw Alaris and Laurent sitting at one of the tables and talking about something. With the buzzing noise around, I can't hear much of what they were saying. The students glanced in their direction and started whispering and giggling. Although they didn't dare come near them. They were wise to do so. I shook my head and went to get my own food. I've already gathered enough attention in the hallway this morning. I wouldn't want to be the center of the student's attention now. So I sat in the farthest corner, away from every eye. For once, I want to be normal. Someone not bullied and someone not being threatened. But today's not my day. I almost jolted in my seat when someone placed a tray of food on my table and when I looked up to see who it was, I wanted to take the fork and stab his grinning face. "Seriously, Laurent?" "Well, you slap me in the class earlier. I deserve an apology?" "You knew what it was for," I whispered angrily, glancing at the students now looking in our direction. Where the heck is Alaris? Why is he leaving this man with me? "So," he said and then cleared his throat before he went on. "How was detention?" I know he was asking what information I got from there. I got nothing and he probably read my answer on my face that he slightly frowned. "I heard only useless information," I said and he leaned back in his seat. "They were just talking about the preparation." He didn't say anything for a good long minute and I just decided to eat my food. I ignored the looks the students were giving me. I could particularly hear what Arleigh was saying about me being a slut but I couldn't care less. I was literally threatened to die the other night. Being called a slut is nothing, especially if it's not true. "Alaris has decided you won't attend the charity event," Laurent said and I stopped eating to look at him. I had no plans on attending some charity event. Heck, if possible, I didn't want to go. But after what Alaris had told me about the others finding out what I truly was, I couldn't sit in the camp and wait for it to happen. "I know he thinks this would be like walking straight into a trap but I am willing to risk it, Laurent." "It's dangerous, I agree with him." "It's the only way for me to survive." "If they realize you're the hybrid-" "They won't. Trust me." "I am somehow dubious about that." "A little trust won't hurt you." "But-" "I can handle myself, Laurent. Tell that to Alaris too since he finds it more comfortable to talk to you about my well-being rather than to me." He cleared his throat and I rose my brow. "Eating with a student in the cafeteria won't set a good example." "Right. Even now, I could feel Arleigh's glares piercing through your back and straight to where I am sitting." He chuckled at that and it drew the students' attention in our direction. This man is going to get me in trouble with the girl students.