chapter 4

"Life is not a fairytale, if you lose your shoe at midnight, you're drunk!" A pack of students cracked out in laughter after that statement. They were chatting merrily when I threw a gaze on them, but they suddenly stopped the moment that they noticed me. Weird.

It's almost 11:00 am when I reached the school. Stares were everywhere as I walked on the corridor along the rooms of first year students. I reopened Alyana's phone to check here schedule today and perhaps, slid away with everyone's eyes. Crap! How can I survive this day? I don't really plan to attend school. Like hello! I'm already 26, unfortunately I'm stuck in a 21 years old body *urgh* I already threw the idea of schooling away! Long long time ago.

Flashback

Nervousness and uncertainty wrapped around my whole body, but a familiar scent took me back to reality. I breathed in a familiar scent of fried egg, cooking spices and herbs. My door was gently opened by a little girl, she was shocked to see me naked in front of the body sized mirror. At the moment, I'm scanning every part of Alyana's body, every inch of it. I'm not doing it out of perversion but out of curiosity, I want to satisfy the questions barging in my head, and studying the quick remarks of her body was the first step that I thought would work. 

The little girl took a step back, "I'm sorry" she mumbled, that was close to whisper. I'm about to answer but she suddenly ran, I heard her fast steps together with her shout "breakfast is ready! Wear your clothes! Nami will be waiting..." Then, total silence, I stared at the door knob for a minute before returning my eyes on the mirror. I noticed something on her waist.

What's that? Wait a birthmark....the same as mine?

I heard a thump on the door. I gave a wild look while expecting another person to enter but no one came, "We're waiting, Alyana" an innocent voice uttered from the other side. A smirk was drawn on my face in amusement. I covered my body with Alyana's clothes. After two minutes, I hastened my pace towards the kitchen. Well lighted, the furnitures and the design were vintage inspired. 

I slowly strode my legs to take a sit.

"What's with you, Alyana?" An old woman said, she plastered an odd look on her face. She aimed a bite on the apple served on the table. Hmmm, she might be Nami.

Receiving no response from me, she just heaved a deep sigh. 

"Don't you plan to enter your classes today, big sis. Ever-----" her euphoric statement was cut down when I suddenly stood up on the wooden chair, creating a rough sound. My pace were geared up to my maximum speed. I know this is not my body, but I can't destroy her real life of course. I prepared myself, opening up her closet, dresses and civilian attires filled it. No uniforms? Assuming that they're not wearing uniforms, I picked an outfit that matches her attire on the picture. I really tried my best to make it on the shortest interval of time. Then *phew* I reached the gate of the house.

"Ncjsksjsbcdjaaikjxbcdbej" I know Nami was telling something, bit I'm too occupied by the rush. In the end, I didn't paid attention. 

At the back of my brain, I know that it's just easy to reach Alyana's school, well, that's what I thought......

End of Flashback

"Room 423........423....42---ah, here it is" FINALLY! Alyana's subject today......Physics. Tightening up my grip on the loosening threads of my bag, I took a heavy step to enter the room when suddenly, a commotion started.

"You're so ugly b*tch!" The girl with a blonde hair grabbed the ID lace of a young woman in full bangs causing the notebooks and pens fall from her chair desk. "Fight back with your well wrinkled brain, nerd!" she added messing the prey's hair with noticeable force. 

"Stella, stop!" Stares were shifted back to the man with a well comb hair, neatly ironed polo tucked nicely to his pants. Everyone inside the room threw a shocked glare towards his direction. Emanating in him is an authoritative and frightful aura.

I shifted my gaze on the bullied girl, she's crying. 

I decided to move on the spot where the girl that they call as Stella was standing at. As I did, everyone inside the room seemed to be chanted with a spell, they never dared to make a move. 

I saw an undeniable fear. I don't know, but I'm amused by the reaction. Alyana might be someone influential huh? I think it's gonna be fun. 

I played close, and it didn't fail me to see a satisfying tremble on Stella's lips. I took a step closer to her shaky knees, my face just inches away. I leveled my lips to her ears.

"Let her go" I know that sheIt my warm breath.

She's 5'7, way taller than the height of this body which was 5'2.

*clink* 

My eyes should've melted holes if Stella's face was a thick block of ice. I don't want to scare a college girl, I'm too old for that, but I just can't take the view of bullying.

I checked the phone on my pocket, someone messaged me. Who's this?

"You don't need to be that rough" I just smirked, someone named Garry sent me that message. I roamed my gaze. The cold air squeezed in the classroom gave me the feeling of comfort, maybe because I'm used of the coldness, both of humans and the weather. While lost in deep thought. A masculine arm wrapped around my neck, not for the purpose of violence.

"Hey! You're late, Miss Veneracion. Can you please explain why?" A man with a deep blue eyes uttered that without looking at me. He's smiling widely. My mind told me to run away, but I managed not to, as far as I've observed, in conclusion, Alyana was a tough girl, and no one can ever dare to act cool around her unless they're friends.

"Uhm, I woke up late" I lied, the reality was I wasn't able to follow the rout directed on the phone. I never expected that Grimmson University was located on the city outskirts!

He suddenly placed the back of his palm on my forehead, "Are you sick, Yana?..." His eyes told me that he's serious. "I expected you to slap me with a 'you don't care,' the heavens had opened, you answered me with all kindness."

I attempted to open my mouth to reply, but I noticed that Alyana's classmates...no...my classmates, they hastily drove to their respective sits.

"Good morning, students!" a man in thick eyeglasses, with powerful posture spoke, “Today, you have a new classmate” 

Lazily drumming my fingers on the desk, I felt someone’s presence at the back of my head, “Your new slave, Queen Alyana” a manly voice whispered, a pair of smirk and mischievous stares were turned to me after.

Wait I don’t understand.