Bullied By The Wolf Prince Series

The Meeting

 Kiera's POV(Continued)

Holy, freaking sh*t! Where the heck was this? 

 Several lockers were at the other end of the hall and that was the end of its similarities to other schools.

 First off, the damn lockers were not in a straight line. They were in a concave pattern, almost a circle, but not. Three half circle walls also stood about ten meters apart from each other, leaving the lockers to be about twenty feet away. The walls were short though, about three inches separated it from the roof.

 As if that was not confusing enough, these walls were made of a yellowish granite. It was kind of garish in the sky blue hallway. What was the point of the walls if they guarded against nothing and led nowhere? It was a freaking confusing maze out here. 

And yes, all of this means that the hall was excessively large. I’d guessed that just by looking at the building from outside, but this was just ridiculous. It was pretty in a chaotic way. 

The school’s layout was a hot mess. It reminded me of the desk of a mad scientist. 

At first glance, it was completely disorganized (without rhyme or reason) in a medieval era way. And by the medieval, I meant that the three walls looked old, as in, extremely old. The walls might be old, considering the age of the building, but it has been touched up and made to look pretty and inviting, but the same was not done for the walls. Something about the colors reminded me of those soap operas mum liked to watch when da- Frank was not home to t*****e her. 

I decided to track down my locker before I had to brave the mini monsters. The lockers were in a haphazard fashion. It wasn't exactly circular, but about twelve were this way and some were perpendicular to each other. The highest number of lockers here was forty five though. Heaving a heavy sigh, I trotted past the lockers and another hall that presumably led to the offices. I was yet to see another soul, be it a student or teacher. I doubted classes were in session seeing as it's just a few minutes past eight and the lady at the office had said my first class for the day was at eight thirty.

I found a set of stairs set into the very back of the hallway. Lots of doors and arrows with signs were here as well but the signs might as well have been in Greek for all the sense they made to me. Classrooms were probably upstairs. 

It was clear as day that I was definitely going to spend the rest of the day getting lost. I skipped the next floor, figuring that my locker won't be on this floor. At most there were fifty lockers on a single floor and Mrs Crook had told me that my locker was three hundred and eight. 

The third and final floor was painted a light floral color and with more of the same confusings signs that had symbols on them. Only very few had letters. If there were only three floors, shouldn’t there have been more than fifty lockers on each level? Or maybe I had made a wrong estimation?

Mentally shrugging, I walked to the lockers and started checking their numbers. I found locker three zero eight next to a long ceiling to floor window. The window afforded me a direct view of a very large and green field and two other buildings, one of which appeared to be a cathedral. I also saw the beginnings of a track field opposite the green field. Nice. 

A bell chimed and I hurried back to my locker and entered the combination. But the stupid thing didn’t budge. I tried that stupid combination three more times but it still freaking stayed locked. I couldn't possibly walk all the way down to the admin office just to get the combination changed. I was damn near angry tears when an angry voice thundered,

“Hey! Get the hell away from my locker.” 

I turned around and oh, wow. 

Wavy brown locks that looked like he just rolled outta bed. It was longer at the front than the back and I wanted to run my hands through it to see if it was as soft as it looked. He also had the coldest and eeriest eyes I’ve ever seen on another person. People with grey eyes always appeared to be cold to me but this boy was taking it to a whole other level. Just staring into the otherworldly eyes gave me the chills. His skin was a golden brown that just filled me with envy. My skin was pasty white and no matter how much I tried, I could never get a tan. And his face? I could spend days just describing the refined features that belonged to a roman god. He was beauty personified and I fell a little in love just staring at him. Then he opened his mouth.

“Are you done or do you need a picture?” He snarled at me and the three boys behind him snickered. 

The three boys all had on the same blue and yellow jacket and were muscular. Jocks.

I hated jocks with a passion. They were nothing but a bunch of egotistical meatheads with a mean streak and judging by the mocking smiles on the faces of all four of them, it's clear they are no different.

I raised my chin and replied matter of factly, “Yeah, I'm done and I don't need a picture, there’s not much to see anyway." 

A perfectly arched eyebrow raised in mocking query even as his unnerving stare seared into my soul. "Is that so? Well, the drool on your face begs to differ." 

His voice was so self assured that I was betrayed into touching the edge of my lips to confirm that I hadn't in fact made a fool of myself by drooling. I groaned in mortification when I saw a thoroughly self satisfied smile grace his bow shaped lips. Asshole tricked me.

But honestly speaking, why should he have lips so full and lush? I'm a girl. I'm the one in need of it not him!

"You wish. Just because you think yourself pretty doesn't mean everyone will fall at your feet."

His stupid smile only spread wider and he moved closer to me, "So you think I'm pretty?" He even had the audacity to flutter his long eyelashes at me. Seriously, there was no justice in this world.

"No I don't."

"That's not what you said a few seconds ago."

*Then you've got hearing problems." I rolled my eyes at him and turned back to my locker, determined to force the stupid thing open one way or another.

"Step away from my locker right this second." He growled lowly.

I whirled around to find him glaring at me, the pleased smile gone as if it had never been.  

I didn't have time for this s**t. I still have a classroom full of mini monsters and a disinterested teacher to find. "This is my locker and I'll appreciate it if you go away."

"I must admit that no other girl has tried to get my attention by breaking into my locker. Very inventive of you." He drawled. 

I didn't have to turn around to see that the stupid smile was back on his face again. Even his cronies tittered like little old ladies in church. 

"I don't even know who you are nor do I care. I just want to open my locker and get to class." Wherever that is. 

He snatched the paper out of my hand and perused it for a few seconds. 

"This schedule says that your locker is 306 and unless you need glasses Miss Brooke, it's clear as day that this is locker 308." He hissed out, waving the paper at me accusingly.

What? I snatched the paper back from him and read the paper for the first time since the beady 

old lady gave it to me. And yep, written in bold was the number 306. 

How the hell had I missed it? For that matter, how had the old croon missed it? She was the one who told me my locker was three hundred and eight. I'd simply been going with what she said. 

"So what's your excuse now? That you're half blind? Just admit it. You are another fangirl desperate to make me notice you."

Oh, if looks could kill, he'd be lifeless at my feet right now. But unfortunately they can't and all my angry scowling only served to encourage him more.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" 

"Don't be so mad at her. The new girl just wanted to say hi." One of the boys hollared, his words rife with laughter.

"Really? You didn't have to go to this much trouble. You could have just waited by the locker like a good little groupie until I came by."

Intensifying my scowl, I glared at him fiercely, unable to find a word for him. "I bet it's the height of your life to have someone like me pay attention to a nobody like you."

"Fvck you!" I yelled out angrily, upset beyond words. Who the hell did he think he was? 

He took a menacing step toward me and I took two back when my back hit the locker. He closed the distance between us and placed both his hands on the locker, effectively using his body to trap me against the locker. This unknown boy was over six feet tall which meant that when he trapped me against the locker, he towered over me, adding to the predatory vibe he was giving of. I did my best not to shudder and glared back as best as I could.

He leaned down to be closer to my height, mere inches separating our faces and rasped out. "Nope. I do the fvcking, and if I ever do fvck you, it will be the best fvck of your life." He glanced at my face again before leaning in to whisper in my ear, "But you are too damn short and fat for my liking, so it will never happen."

Bastard! I yelled in my head, finally finding a word for him.

"Well, you are too TALL and STUPID for my liking." With both my hands, I shoved him as strongly as I could. 

He hadn't been expecting it and he stumbled. One of the boys tried to help him stay steady but all he managed to do was unbalance jerkface and they both fell into the other two and they all crashed into the floor. Raucous laughter filled the air as several people laughed. I glanced up in surprise to find that several people were now in the hall. I flushed but there was nothing I could do at the moment so I picked my backpack from where it fell and walked over the tangled boy bodies on the floor. 

My locker turned out to be directly opposite his. It’s either whoever numbered these lockers was high as a kite when he did it or he just wrote the numbers randomly. For god's sakes the locker next to me is numbered 258! 

“I see you've met the school's king.” Soft, dulcet tones called from behind me.

“Yeah, there wasn't much to meet.” I answered flippantly.  

She tinkled and held her hand out.” Hi I'm Sarah.”