Luna Scarlet

Dread At First Sight!

"The Black siblings haven't responded to my mail yet,"

Black siblings! I sit upright on my bed and try to remember to whom Lucinda is talking. The stalker and his little imp! "You call me to say this!" I can't believe this girl wakes me up just for them. I yawn and rub my face lazily. "I am glad they didn't, and I am sure they won't." I didn't put those conditions on them just for nothing.  

"What?" She gasps from the other side. "I thought- " 

Cutting her off, I ask, "You seriously don't have this misconception of me becoming greedy for money!" The guy doesn't look a bit interested in dance. And that little imp won't be that patient to dance with kids for six damn months. To be honest, I have no problem with that girl. I would have accepted her if her brother wasn't the stalker of me. 

Lucinda coughs. I bet she is embarrassed with her thought for me. "I fail to see through you. But we can't deny the fact that they have a good influence here. It will be best for us to have them in our academy, boss. Even the girl may bring us her friends who have an interest- " 

Call me a snotty b***h, but I won't hesitate to say that kind of girl is born selfish. She will never want someone in her age to do better than her. Her behavior last day is evident. But I can't blame her when I know nothing about her.  

I climb out of my bed. Lucinda keeps telling me about the black and their power, but honestly speaking, I don't care. "Lucy, my dear. I don't understand a thing of business. This is your department! You better handle it," 

"But I want to make sure you won't mind if they join our academy!" 

"Nah! I am fine with it. If you don't have anything else to say, I am going to cut the call now. I need to go to the market for groceries. So, lady. Make it quick!" My refrigerator is nearly empty. I need to buy something fast. Else...!

"Right now!??? Didn't you say you have school, boss?" 

I freeze to my place. My eyes snap open and directly land on the clock in the wall. 8:30, it is. And my class starts at 7. 

Holy hell! "I am late! Oh, Lucy. I will call you later. Bye," 

After cutting the call, I immediately run to my closet. My brother is going to kill me if he hears me late on the first day of my new academy. But he shouldn't be so mean to me. It is his idea of sending me here among the supernaturals, werewolves in particular. I have messed up things in the last two witch covens he has sent me before, and I don't know how he still has faith in someone like me who has no patience in learning weird stuff like witchcraft. 

I change my clothes hurriedly and lock the main door of my home. Halting on my step to my garage, I suddenly remember my new KTM 1290 Duke is in the repairing center, and I still can't take some time to pick it up. I look at the motorcycle that I park outside the garage, don't think it will be a good idea to take it on the road or anywhere. 

"I have to catch a bus or a cab from the road then," I mutter to myself and walk to the main gate of my home. 

"Are you going to school?" 

A voice asks me from behind, making me jump in my place. I turn around, and I begin swearing the nature, who challenge my sanity and self-control every time. I can't understand. Why does this sexy militant always have to appear to me shirtless? I drool and gawk at his deliciously strong body, which is now on my display. There isn't a single ink on his skin, but the scars of the war are there on him. It makes me want to hug him and plant a kiss on his wound. 

I swallow my emotions, put up an act of seduction. "Yes, Mr. Bridger. I am. At another time, I would have taken my sweet time to seduce you to take you to my bed. But right now, this girl here is late for school." I give him an apologetic look, but internally, I am giggling to see him watching me in bewilderment with my response to him. 

"So, bye, bye!" Taking a few steps to him, I purr him, "Daddy,"

With that, I am about to take off running, a pull from my back has halted me to take my step forward. 

"Mr. Bridger,"

For a while, he looks at me blankly and then asks, "Have you had your breakfast yet?" 

"No,"

"Have it," He hands me a pack of butter cookies, stalks off without sparing a single glance to me.

I look at my hand and then back to him. I repeat and stand there, watching him enter his home and disappear. 

Growing up alone since my childhood, I am never the one who is used to getting affection from anyone. I always end up confessing my love to all those people who offer me homemade food. The cookies Mr. Bridger gives me aren't homemade, but this small effort of him has touched my heart more than anyone can ever imagine. 

Sitting in the window seat in the bus, I take a bite of a cookie and start thinking about Mr. Bridger again. He is nothing special, but there has something about him that intrigues me to know him more. It can be because he is a loner, dealing with PTSD, or something I have overcome with time. My problems can't be similar to his, but...! 

I can't deny the fact that I want to keep this man close to me. If not as my lover, as my friend, at least. 

I swallow my emotions and begin chewing the cookie again. 

I am not going to force him into anything. If he is comfortable with this, I will keep it in this way. 

He is fun to talk to. Because to me, he resembles those polls on the streets. From wrapping your arms around it to talking nonsense- a poll will never hurt you if you don't hit yourself against it accidentally. 

Haha! I snort to my thought. But hot-damn! 

I can't help fantasizing about him punishing me for seducing him openly. Daddy Bridger should take this matter in his hand and shut me up for good. Because I don't think I can ever stop myself from talking to him in this manner. 

~

At the principal's office, I sit on a chair like a meek girl. 

I have a plain white dress on, giving away innocence that can muster up to bring on my face. My red hair pulls in a bun, and the pearl necklace and earrings I wear give the vibe of me being a high society sophisticated lady, who I can never be, not in a million years. And that round spectacle I have on- looks a bit off on me. I look even shy! Ha! 

Reaching Ocean Dawn Academy, what I did first, was to change my appearance to bring delicacy to my profile. 

I think I have overdone it more than I should. The principal keeps checking my file, having trouble with believing the things I have done before, which he heard from my brother, and those bitchy witches in those creepy covens. 

The man stares at me for a while. He is trying to read my mind, but does he think I will let him?

He frowns and looks down at my file again. 

"Luna Scarlet, 18 years, a Simphoner," 

I stay quiet as the principal continues reading my file. Uh- I will be 19 in two days, by the way. 

"You can't do magic," The principal mutters. You can't be so sureee, grandpa. "Academic performance, poor. Achievements, null. You were expelled thrice from a previous school and two covens in the last years because- " He closes the file, pinches the place between his thick eyebrows. He looks like he is exhausted reading half of my biodata. "You got a reputation there," Indeed, I have. 

This cracks me up, almost. 

I bite my inner cheeks, waiting for the principal's reaction. 

"Will you be comfortable studying with the werewolves here?" It is more like he is asking it to himself. There have a few special witches on this campus who he doesn't believe will be considerate enough to accept me. Moreover, the girl, me, is a Simphoner, a kind of witch, who can't do magic, but can drain anyone and send them to their death bed! 

"I live and grow up among them that I wish I am aware of it earlier," I sigh and pout sadly to myself.

His trains of thought break to hear me. A strange light flickers in his eyes that soon replaced with pity and helplessness. I grit my teeth, and my hands form into fists under his desk. I f*****g HATE THIS. 

Zudith, my dear brother, you are dead meat now! Why the f**k do you tell him everything about me?

The principal must have read my mind. 

He clears his throat and tells me, "This is it then." He places that file on the desk, brings a paper out of his drawer. "You will be attending classes with the boys for the rest of this semester and Ms. Wagner- " 

"Yes?" 

He gives me a warm smile, telling me, "You won't experience the same thing you have gone through in the other witch covens. The werewolves here are friendly, and if you need any help from me, come to me any time you want." 

I give him a nod. I am about to ask him about the class he says to add my name on the register, at the time, a knock is sounded, followed by a very familiar voice, who asks, "Excuse me, Sir. May I come in?" 

"Oh, Luther. Yes, please come in, son. I have been waiting for you." The principal let him in. 

That name again! 

His rich velvety voice registers in my mind, and I freeze in my place like a statue. 

I dare not to turn my head behind to see him. 

The principal smiles at me. "Ms. Wagner, meet our sports trainer, Luther Black. He will coach you from now on," 

I bet my eyes grow as large as two tennis balls by then. 

Dread, I turn and look at the man whose face darken instantly hear my name, "Luna Scarlet," 

Why? God! Just why?