Chapter 13 TWELVE

MORGIANA'S POV Just like I predicted, Laurent indeed got me in trouble with some of the girl students. They're not Arleigh or her cronies but I am certain Arleigh would be very proud of them. There were about four of them cornering me in the girl's bathroom as I was doing my cleaning duties. I don't know what is wrong with Alaris that he sent me again to bathroom duties. I want to remind him that he kidnapped me and almost got me killed just to see if he has any conscience left and not send me to bathroom duty but I was wrong. He said I have to finish the remaining days or I won't be considered clear of the offense I made. It was clearly a bad idea. One of the girls I barely knew kicked the bucket of water and it all spilled to the floor. "I am not cleaning it up again. Since you seem to like staying in the bathroom so much, you guys might as well clean it." I hate this kind of thing. And what's worse is that I can't afford to try and fight them back. Who knows what I could do? I could kill one of the students' for gods' sake. I recently found out that I am a hybrid. The last thing I would ever want to happen is to have these students witness what I truly am and spread the news. I walked towards the door but one of them stopped me from going. "What do you want?" "You're a loser," they said and I crossed my arms. "Yes. So why do you have a problem with it?" "Stop being such a slut." "I could if I could help it." "You admit you're a slut?" "Did I?" I could see the frustration on her face as he looked at me but she did not say anything and just jerked her head to her friends to grab both my arms. Right. Here we go. Just like I predicted, Laurent indeed got me in trouble with some of the girl students. They're not Arleigh or her cronies but I am certain Arleigh would be very proud of them. There were about four of them cornering me in the girl's bathroom as I was doing my cleaning duties. I don't know what is wrong with Alaris that he sent me again to bathroom duties. I want to remind him that he kidnapped me and almost got me killed just to see if he has any conscience left and not send me to bathroom duty but I was wrong. He said I have to finish the remaining days or I won't be considered clear of the offense I made. It was clearly a bad idea. One of the girls I barely knew kicked the bucket of water and it all spilled to the floor. "I am not cleaning it up again. Since you seem to like staying in the bathroom so much, you guys might as well clean it." I hate this kind of thing. And what's worse is that I can't afford to try and fight them back. Who knows what I could do? I could kill one of the students' for god's sake. I recently found out that I am a hybrid. The last thing I would ever want to happen is to have these students witness what I truly am and spread the news. I walked towards the door but one of them stopped me from going. "What do you want?" "You're a loser," they said and I crossed my arms. "Yes. So why do you have a problem with it?" "Stop being such a slut." "I could if I could help it." "You admit you're a slut?" "Did I?" I could see the frustration on her face as he looked at me but she did not say anything and just jerked her head to her friends to grab both my arms. Right. Here we go. Why am I always the subject of bullying when I am literally doing nothing? The first slap landed on my right cheek and it stung like hell. I think I tasted blood too. I am in a very dangerous situation of snapping out. I need to get out of her as soon as I can. A kick on my stomach made me gasp and mutter a curse. I could hear them giggling as though watching me wretch in pain was somewhat entertaining. Two girls were holding both my arms, forcing me to stand when my knees gave out. "I have been wanting to do that since the very first time I saw you. You're such a loser." I looked up at her and grinned. "The question is: what about it that makes you so angry?" I chuckled. "Is it because of the fact that despite me being a loser, I still got the attention of Laurent? Is that it?" I could see her face getting red. It could be because of embarrassment or anger or both, I couldn't care less. Not when I have my own business to figure out. I need to get out of here without killing one of them. I tried to tug my arm weakly and when I saw the limit of my strength, I pushed one of the girls and she lost grip of my arm. My strength was not too much but still, it managed to send the girl to the doors of the cubicle. Before the other one could do something, I did the same to her. Now, I was faced with two more girls. "I can't afford to punch you two since I might break your face." "Bitch," said the one who kicked me earlier and ran in my direction. She was about to swing her fist when I grabbed her arm and pushed her to the cubicle too. She probably hit her head on the door because I heard her yelp. The other one was resourceful enough to get the floor mop and pointed it at me. I took the bucket they kicked earlier and threw it in her direction. It hit her head and she yelped in pain. However, the girl recovered quickly and kicked the bucket away. When I looked around, I saw the others were already standing up. Why can't they just leave me alone? I wish I could just teach them a lesson without killing them accidentally. "I know this doesn't sound fun to you but stop this. You don't want to do this-" "Shut the fuck up, bitch." Someone from behind me managed to grab a hold of my hair and pulled it back, causing me to lose my balance. The floor was slippery and I grimaced when I also felt the wet floor on my clothes. I don't have another set and I hate to think that I'd have to get out of this room smelling like the bathroom. She dragged me onto the floor, pulling my hair while the others were helping her. "You deserve to be here. You belong here!" I looked up to see where she was dragging me and my stomach churned at the sight of the unclean toilet bowl. Before they could even drag me further, I grab hold of her arm and held it tight causing her to stop. She tried pulling her arm away but too late, I already got it. "Let me go!" she yelled at me but I don't care now. "Why?" I asked as I slowly got up. I hate how my clothes are wet. In my periphery, I saw one girl about to attack me but I did not hesitate to kick her in her stomach. She staggered several steps back and gasp as the air was knocked out of her system. Her knees gave out and she kneeled on the bathroom floor clutching her stomach. "If you don't want me to do the same to you, stay on your feet," I said as I was still looking at the girl in front of me. She's squirming at how tight I was holding her wrist. "I could break your wrist right now," I said and tightened it a bit more just to let her know I could do it. "But that is the last thing I would want to do. I don't know how you four could fathom hurting another person who literally did nothing wrong to you." I gave it another squeeze and the girl whimpered in pain. She tried pulling her arm away but it was no use. At that moment, I hated to see her face-the way she cried in pain and the way her mouth was on the verge of begging for forgiveness. It was unfair. I don't know how many victims they've had but I am certain they don't stop even when their victims plead with them not to. It's unfair that they don't get to taste it. I want to let them have a taste of it. I want them to be at the receiving end of it because god knows how many people have begged for them. "Let me go," she said in an attempt to gather her control but it was futile. "How does it feel to be able not to do anything while being bullied?" I asked. It was dangerous as I could feel my temper rising but I kept myself controlled. I need it controlled. "What the heck are you even on about? Why should I care-" "Oh, I think you should start to care," I said and squeezed her wrist even more so that her knees gave out and she knelt on the floor. "How many people have you done this before? You felt so powerful. But how does it feel now that the tables have turned?" "Let me go," she said again although it was weaker this time. "What if I say I don't want to? What if I say I'd break your arm? What would you do?" Her eyes widened as she looked at me. With the way I am squeezing her arm, I think she's already thinking it's not impossible for me to do. The surprise on her face was replaced with horror and she started screaming and crying for help. Pathetic. I only watched as the others did the same. One of them managed to run outside the bathroom. Maybe to call for help, I don't know. I don't care. I was holding the girl's arm and I have this urge to break it. "Please," she muttered and it even made me angrier. "Please let me go. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry-" Her sentence was cut off by her scream when my nails dug into her skin, drawing blood. And the sight of blood changed something inside me. I couldn't stop looking at it. I couldn't stop watching how it trickled from her wound to her skin, and onto the floor. And the smell. God, the smell. I didn't know a drop of blood could be so fragrant. As I inhaled its scent, it felt like it soothes everything in my being. The scent alone felt like heaven. I dug my nails deeper, drawing more blood. The girl was already screaming but I was more focused on the blood that trickled onto her skin. Then I felt my mouth watering. The fragrant scent somehow stirred my appetite. The smell of blood made me want to taste it, to try if it tastes just as good as it smells. Unconsciously, I took her arm closer to my mouth. She was thrashing but I was stronger. It was easy to stop her from moving too much. The more I draw her wound closer to my mouth, the stronger the scent has become, and the hungrier I get. "I don't know what's in your blood but I feel like-" I heard the slam of the door behind me which made me turn around to look. I saw Alaris de Marcel standing at the entrance, he was breathing hard as though he just came from a marathon. His eyes were wide as they looked at me and they got wider when he saw the blood. Laurent came running after him and saw me too. "Holy fuck," was all Laurent said before I saw Alaris walking in my direction and knocking me unconscious.