Emily At An All Boys Werewolf Academy!

Petty Boys

Emily's pov

After Reo's alarmed call when he entered the apartment, I quickly got ready and headed downstairs. From his frantic tone, I was truly curious about what had happened. Was he bullied along the way? Knowing the guys here, I wouldn’t put it past them to do something like that. My heart clenched at the thought. I didn’t want Reo caught in the crossfire just because he chose to work for me.

“What’s the matter? Did someone attack you along the way?” I asked the moment I reached the kitchen.

The absence of breakfast on the table only made my suspicions grow.

Reo stood close to the counter, his face covered in sweat as though he had been running or chased. Walking around to the other side, I got a better look at him. His flushed face and downcast eyes matched his disheveled state.

“Reo? What is going on?” I asked again, softer this time.

He wordlessly pointed to a basket on the kitchen counter. I frowned. What could be so concerning about a breakfast basket?

“Okay, I see the basket, but what about it?” I pressed him.

Reo glanced at the basket, his face still turned to the floor. “Inside, Ms. Emily,” he muttered, avoiding my gaze.

“Should I open it?” I teased, trying to lighten his obvious discomfort. What could be inside to get him so flustered? A grenade? No, he wasn’t panicked enough for that. As I studied him more closely, I realized he wasn’t scared—he was bashful. But why?

Sighing, I picked up the basket, stabilizing it with one hand while opening it with the other.

I gasped.

“What on earth—” I started, but my words faltered when I noticed a folded piece of paper inside. It had some scribbles on it, which I quickly realized was a note.

Grabbing the letter, I read it aloud.

“‘Hope you enjoy your breakfast. Here’s a little something “pointy” you fancy.’”

I laughed. So, this was what had Reo so frazzled. I leaned against the counter, shaking with laughter. Reo, shocked by my reaction, finally looked at me.

“M-Ms. Emily, are you not angry?” he asked hesitantly.

I shook my head. “Surprised, yes. Angry, no.”

The contents of the basket accompanying the cheeky letter were a banana, an eggplant, and a cucumber. I couldn’t help but admire their creativity. My earlier remarks must have bruised some egos, and this was their way of getting back at me with a sadistic little joke.

Shaking my head, I chuckled. “Man, I didn’t realize coming to a boys-only school meant I’d be dealing with a whole building full of petty boys.”

“But, this—this is disrespectful, Ms. Emily! Think about your image,” Reo said, his concern evident.

I waved him off with a laugh. “Don’t worry about it, Reo. It’s because of something that happened earlier. To be honest, I’m partly to blame for this. So really, don’t worry. I’m not offended.”

I wasn’t, not in the least. Why would I get upset over something so childish? Honestly, all I wanted to tell them was to grow up—or better yet, grow a pair.

Reo looked unconvinced but nodded. “Then about your breakfast...” he trailed off, his disappointment evident. Clearly, the contents of the basket weren’t edible, and the thought of me skipping breakfast seemed to trouble him deeply.

I shook my head and asked, “Have you had your breakfast?”

“No,” Reo said with a small shake of his head.

“I was supposed to grab something after making your food,” he added.

Standing up from the counter, I smiled at him.

“I’m sorry, Reo. Honestly, my plan was for us to share whatever you made so you wouldn’t have to stand in those long queues just to get food. But now, given how your trip to the school kitchen turned out, that’s not going to happen. How about this: you go have your breakfast on your own. Don’t worry about me—I’ll grab something later at lunch.”

Reo looked up at me, his brow furrowed. “But, Ms. Emily, breakfast is the most important meal of the day! You can’t miss it.”

I smiled warmly. “It’s fine, Reo. Believe me, I’ve missed breakfast—and eating altogether—just to fit into a dress back home. Skipping it once won’t hurt me. Now stop worrying about me and go eat. You’ll need it for the day ahead.”

Reluctantly, Reo nodded, though his pout lingered as he left.

Turning back to the basket, I stared at its contents and sighed. No wonder Reo looked so mortified earlier.