12

~Erica~

"Who do you say she is?" I asked my personal guard.

I have never been curious of any this much in my entire life and I guess there's always a first time.

It's my father's academy and I can do whatever unlike in it and rule anyone anyway I want but the day I crossed path with her and she looked so defiant, I can't seem to reason why anyone who wouldn't bow at down at my feet should be in under the same building with me.

I can't ask my father about her although I know he's going to have every information I need, I know he wouldn't tell me so bothering myself is one thing I'll never do.

Thus here I am with the one person assigned to me by my father to tend to any tasks for me and the fun thing is that he dare not refuse or blunt anything to my father.

With my father I'm trending on a thin line careful not to slip because he's got his eyes on me. Always.

A reason he brought me here to his own academy according to him I was here to come and learn a share of life and stop being rebellious. Something he thinks was so easy.

"Anika Lorenzo, Ms. She recently joined the academy not quite long and a notable rebellious child of her parents." Looking off and on the file in his hand he read out to me and it all made sense.

That was the sole reason she had to gut to even look me in the eyes.

I understand everyone in this academy are exactly of her likes including me but even as rebellious as everyone here can be thru still know there places with me.

Was she so knew she doesn't know about me or she does and just don't care?

Heck, no! I flung myself up my feet and tucking my hand into my pocket I was off to my father's office for lunch; the daily routine and the most important thing my guard, Devon is always on my neck about.

Not like he dare say it to my face though. He knows me and knows how much I don't take shits from anyone, even the ones older than me.

"You're late." Was the constant two words that has now become an anthem for every time I was to step into my father's office. There's barely any day she's happy with me. I mean, I rarely lift a finger now days can't he see?

"I was having a person talk with Devon dad." I said in-between a huge pack of frustration. This questions are starting to get on my neck.

"Shall we eat?" He asked and nodded, placing myself down on the seat across him carefully careful not to make a touch with anything that will shred me.

"How's yesterday's class?" He asked me.

"Yesterday's class went well. Of course it always those whenever it's not Master Xander's classes." Note my sarcasm.

I meant it the other way round and my father knows too, a reason a small chuckle slipped through his mouth, the only thing he's ever always happy about whenever I say.

The only support he cared to render.

He knows me and knew of my liking for one of the Academy masters from the start and last year when I began schooling here. He didn't rebuke me or anything.

Infact he gave his full support and doesn't always fall to ask me about him always. Although he never listens when I tell him to increase Master Xander's lectures..

"For your own comfort you want a possible discomfort for the others? That's something I won't be able to do for you, and I'm sorry." He will always say and I will always cry myself to bed, wondering why that simple thing was going to be a discomfort to the rest as if I care.

"The main reason why you never skip any of his classes but will willing to the rest?"

His tone went stern and just as I took the first bite from the chicken soup before us, I can feel his eyes on me.

"I just can't find myself sitting three straight hours in different classes each blessed day fayber and I think you should have understood me by now. Whenever I have Master Xander's class I always tend to take the best rest that night before so I can be able to concentrate. This isn't even an highschool, dad?" I bit out.

This isn't college either. He should understand I was done with schooling before he decided I would start attending his Academy all because of the silly reports my college had make about me before I graduated.

"You want to receive your second torture for this year it seems. Where are your manners, Erica?" He spat while I inwardly make a dramatic roll of eyes.

***

I dressed like never before, it was Wednesday and a good day for me. This is another week and I'll get to see Master Xander? No, I will opt for calling him by his name only- behind his back that is.

I dressed myself in a pink velvet dress that clung to my body like a second skin together with a dark toned heels and 7am on the dot, I was on my way, striding side by side with Devon who led me to my class.

It's not a new thing I was always the first person to arrive to class every Wednesdays when on a normal day entirely I might decide not to attend, or after a few contemplation, I can go home hour towards the ending of the so called class and there dare not say a word to my father.

It takes only a snap to have them out of this prestigious building.

I sat down at the front roll, crossed my legs together as I frowned. He's not here yet but I had promised myself I was going to have one hour dedicated to me alone that I'll freely spend, gawking at him.

He's handsome in my eyes he'll remain the best man I will ever see. Irrespect of how my classmates would argue and gossips about who was the best deal between Xander and Master Xavier, my pick has never changed since a year and I doubt it ever will.

They dare not bring their stupid best-deal debating to my hearing though, and they knew it.

The creak of the door was what I heard that pulled me out of my trance and has my eyes liting up.

"Good morning—" the smile that mounted my face vanish when I stood up on my ferg and turned towards the door and it wasn't whom I was expecting. It was… who I don't want to see.