Chapter 4 CHAPTER FOUR The Boy in the Dark Room

Clara POV 

The door slammed behind and darkness swallowed everything.

My back hit something hard, maybe a wall, or a shelf. I just couldn't tell.

“Let me go!” I screamed, struggling as I twisted my body, trying to break free from the grip on my shirt.

But the hand didn't release me. Instead, a low laugh came from the dark.

“Relax,” A male voice said.

“You're making this more dramatic than it needs to be.”

My heart pounded harder as my eyes adjusted slightly, and then I saw him.

His face wasn't yet clear, but his presence felt so loud in the darkness.

“You're the new scholarship girl, right?” He asked.

My stomach tightened.

Campus student knew me already? This is insane.

“I said let me go!” I tried agy, pushing against him.

He tilted his head slightly, his breath few inches from my face.

“Or what?” He murmured.

My fingers curled into my bag strap, as I searched blindly for anything I could use to disfigure his face and escape.

But then, a sharp sound cracked through the room.

It came with a bang.

The door flew open, and light suddenly spilled into the room, cutting through the darkness.

The grip in me loosened instantly, but didn't entirely give way.

“Step away from her.” Came a new voice.

It was calm, firm, yet dangerous in a completely different way.

The guy in front of me shifted slightly.

“Tch…” he clicked his tongue.

“Seriously? You always ruin my fun.” He said.

He looked like the kind of guy mother's warned their daughters about. And it was not just because he was ugly.

But how scary he looked.

A thin scar sliced through his eyebrow, disappearing into his dark, messy hair that looked like it had been dragged through many fights.

His jaw was sharp, rough with stubble, and there was a faint bruise near his neck like someone had recently tried and failed to put him down.

His fingers were covered in silver rings.

His button were exposed, and sleeves folded carelessly.

He looked like the kind of criminals in movies.

Footsteps entered, and that was when I saw him. A guy standing in the doorway, blocking the light behind him.

He wore a Simple black hoodie, he looked normal. Not breathtakingly handsome. Not ugly either.

He was simply just there.

He didn't rush in. He just looked at the guy holding me like he had already decided how this would end.

“Touch her again, and You won'tike what happens next?

He said, and the grip on my shirt disappeared completely. And for the first time.

The room didn't feel like it was swallowing me anymore.

The other guy walked up to him and looked him from head to toe before leaving the room without a word.

Who is this guy? I thought.

He walked up to me calmly.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, and I shook my head.

“I'm sorry about that,” he said, referring to the guy who just left.

“Who is he?” I found myself asking.

“Oh, you mean Jude. Just a bully who uses magic trick to bully students here, especially freshers,” he gestured.

“Oh,” I said, thinking.

“Does this school has some sort of magic powers?” I asked and he laughed.

I frowned, because what the hell was funny in what I just said. He noticed my expression and composed himself immediately.

“Sorry about that, the school doesn't do magic, but rumours had it that Jude practiced magic he watched in movies,”

Wait what? How on earth is that even possible?

Watching magic movies and practicing it in real life? Hell no!

Nowonder the lights went off and it was dark in broad daylight.

“I'm Marcus,” he said cutting through my thoughts, as he stretched out a hand.

I stared at his palm for a while.

“ Oh sorry, you don't shake ladies,” he said.

“ Except they are your guy,” I added and he smiled.

“New?”

“Sure, and I've been tryna find my way to the godforsaken Dean's office, to no avail,” I said, sighing in frustration.

But he just stared at me,like I just spoke Spanish.

“Is there a problem?” I asked.

His mouth was slightly opened and he really looked funny right now.

He blinked twice before answering.

“Oh no, sorry my bad,” he said, and I nodded. 

It was obvious he was struggling with the right words.

“I just like it when girls used cursed words, it's actually cute,” he added, and I gave him a weird nod.

“I'm Clara by the way,” I said.

“Right Clara, nice to meet you, let me take you to the Dean's office if you don't mind,” he gestured towards the door.

I nodded, took a last glance at the room and followed sharply.

I left the Dean's office with the literature lecturer, Mrs Hargrove, a pretty, friendly woman who looked like she was probably in her late thirties.

She had this soft floral perfume lingering around her, and the way she smiled every few seconds made her look more pretty and very approachable.

And seriously speaking, I think,if every lecturer had this type of personality. Students will hardly carryover.

“So, Clara, how are finding Westbridge already?” She asked as we walked down the hallway.

“Honesty, it's been confusing in some kind of way,”  I said, forcing a smile.

She laughed lightly.

“That's normal,and I'm sure you'll get used to it soon,” she said and I just shrugged.

We turned into another hallway filled with students that were moving around in groups.

Some of them laughed loudly, some were pressing their phones, some pressing against the lockers. While others walked past us carrying books.

Seriously, this school was not just big but the amount of wealth dripping from this university alone, was enough to make someone like me feel painfully out of place.

Mrs Hargrove stopped in front of a large door.

“This is your department,” she said warmly, before pushing the door open.

But the moment we stepped in. We stopped, because tell me why the class was in pure Chaos.

Students were screaming. Some stood on top desks.

Others were recording with their phones, and right in the middle of the class were two girls fighting.

One of the girl had the other by her hair, and she was dragging her halfway across a desk, while the poor girl screamed and struggled beneath her.

At first, they didn't notice our presence.

“Stay away from my man!” The girl yelled furiously, yanking her hair harder.

“I swear I didn't do anything!” The other girl cried out in pain.

“Liar! The girl yelled and shoved her backwards, the class gasped.

The girl holding the other's hair looked completely unhinged at this point.

She was breathing heavily like she's been fighting all day.

“You think because you wear short skirt to school, my man will want you? Huh?” She snapped.

And the class erupted with “ooohs,”  with some students laughing.

And here I was, still standing near the door, confused. I was still traumatized from being getting dragged into the darkness few minutes ago.

And now this?

Is this what Mrs Hargrove said I will get used to? 

I doubt that, because what kind of school did I just enter?

“Oh my goodness,” Mrs Hargrove muttered beside me immediately rushing forward.

I think that was when the class noticed us.

“Ladies! Stop right now!” She yelled.