CURSED BUT FOUND

Chapter 4 ~ Pressure!

{Violet’s POV}

Okay so, there are some things I need to make clear.

Wolfville is a school for Feral Werewolf Supernaturals— I’ve said this part before. And in this School, there are three ranks of students, three ranks a werewolf has to go through before he or she graduates to become the Alpha, Luna, or Beta they wanted to be. While those who don't have such special bloodlines— like me, graduate to become Warriors for their Packs.

So basically, you start off as a rookie-shifter ranker, which is the basic stage, like being in junior high school. You’re practically a nobody here— again, like me. Then according to your performance and expertise, you get promoted to being a Pro-shifter which is the next advanced level.

Rankers here are more seasoned in combat, tactics, and leadership strategies. They practically have more experience than rookie-shifters and when they excel in their training courses, they get promoted to being Max-shifter rankers.

Now, Max-shifter rankers are at the top of the School’s ranking system. They are the school's Seniors but are like gods to us rookie-shifters. The entire school admires and adores them…

Admires and adores him.

The fairest of them all. Or should I say fearless of them all?

Either way is just perfect!

And I’m talking about Liam Cornaro.

The one guy that’s on everybody's lips and mind. The star athlete and the s*x dream material every she-wolf fantasizes about. The one guy that was always burning hot on cold days. The flawless reincarnation of the Greek god, Adonis.

The same Liam I had kissed.

On the lips.

Now I know I have put myself in a huge mess with what I did. The one guy every girl was dying just to get him to look at them, I had kissed for free.

Even though Liam hadn’t reacted as he hasn’t said anything about the kiss up till now, which frightens me a lot— okay, I’m deviating here.

Even though Liam hadn’t reacted to the kiss, many other she-wolves were waiting to pull my hair and slap the sh*t out of me.

One of them was Ashley Queen. I know she’s boiling her blood wherever she is, and waiting to find me to rain hell on me.

Well, I’m here to make sure that last part doesn’t happen, at least for now.

I had gone home to get some books and grab some fresh crawl clothes as the one I had was mated to stinky slime now. Courtesy of Ashley.

I packed my car in the Parking lot and hopped out— I made it sound like I was driving a Ferrari SF90 Stradale. If you think so, correct that notion because I drive a beat-up car. I can’t even mention the name.

I closed the shabby door and adjusted my glasses so that I no longer saw doubles of everything.

I made my way to the entrance and as I got into the school Hallway, I reduced in size as everyone was staring at me— from every direction!

Pressure!

I don’t like pressure.

Don’t get me wrong, I expected a status difference after I had mistakenly kissed Wolfville’s prince but I didn’t expect it to be this sudden and intense.

I mean, no one was staring in the direction they were walking.

Isn’t that crazy?

I cringed and increased my pace. I would go to my dorm room and stay there until the pressure was reduced a little bit.

I took a corner down the hallway that led to my dorm room. My legs were fast, but my sweat, spilling from my pores was faster.

I got to my room, flew in, and slammed the door shut like I was sealing the gate of hell. But almost immediately, I was reminded that I was in the actual hell.

“Here’s our rookie cloud chaser.” Jane, my first roommate said, spreading her arms in a hugging gesture without the intention of hugging me.

I sighed. Of course, she has heard.

Jane Muttson was one of my two roommates. She was a Pro-shifter ranker— a rank above mine, and she was stinkingly rich… and of course, she was one of the girls that lived for Liam Cornaro.

“What were you thinking?” She asked when I didn’t reply to her but strolled weakly towards my bed. I spared Camila a look but took my gaze away before she’d notice. She never notices me, but I’ve become quite the topic now so…

I sat on the bed, defeated, and stared at Jane as she continued spilling out words. “I know we are all in this game together and it’s very competitive, as everyone is trying hard to catch Liam’s attention. But what you did was too desperate. Okay maybe not too desperate but it was desperate.” She said, squeezing her face a bit.

“She knows she’s a nobody but she's trying too hard to be somebody.” Camila voiced from the side, her gaze still glued on her iPhone screen.

See. I told you I’ve become quite the topic that even my proud snazzy cousin now notices me.

Yeah, my cousin and I were in the same dorm room. It was the bad idea of both our mothers, as mine had asked hers if I could join Camila in her dorm after I had gained admission to Wolfville.

Camila was a Pro-shifter ranker, so she was a class above me and my mum had felt that she would be the best person to guide me in this school. And her mother agreed, so here we are.

But Camila hasn’t been that much of a guide. In fact, she despises me and barely talks to me. I couldn’t blame her, however. I practically squeezed into her life and she couldn’t object to it since my mother was ill and dying.

Having me here was her own way of showing compassion to my mother.

But it didn’t stop her from hating me.

I didn’t bother replying to Camila or Jane. I didn’t try telling them I didn’t throw myself at Liam. That I didn’t intend to kiss him. Yes, he’s everything a girl would want in a guy and more, but I’m not that desperate… or stupid.

Yes, my actions were stupid. I had turned around to kiss any guy to save myself, but not for once did I wish it to be Liam Cornaro.

But since rumor had it that I threw myself at him. I’ll let it be that way. I can’t start arguing with everyone who heard the news, I can’t start arguing with rumor.

“Yeah. And now she has bruises because Liam had taken her away to privately have his girls smack her and warn her for kissing him!” Jane replied to Camila like I wasn’t even there. “Oh, he’s such a gentleman even in tense situations.” She added.

Okay, first, that would be an assault! And second, Liam had led me away to his Dorm room to treat my wounds. To treat them, not create new ones.

Turns out that rumor had done more than just labeling me a cheap lassie.

Guess the school had found me too lame to deserve such a Princess story so they had come up with a much more believable theory to help their understanding.

And maybe they are right. Maybe I just imagined the whole walking-into-Liam’s-stylishly-cozy-room-and-being-taken-care-of-by-him thing.

Sh*t.

Finally, I realized why everyone had been staring weirdly at me earlier when I got to school. They had been looking at me since I was “the girl that got thrashed by Liam’s followers because she had forced herself on Liam.”

Wow.

This was worse than I thought it would be.

“A friendly advice for you, sis.” It was Camila who was talking now and she was looking at me this time around. “There are thousands of girls out there who want to get on Liam’s fancy list and a thousand others who are more beautiful and attractive than you’ll ever be, so next time you want to go hard like that, remind yourself that you’re not Liam’s type!”

She kept her phone on her lap and rested against the wall to conveniently glare at me. “I must say, I was really shocked when I heard Violet Hunter had thrown herself at Liam. You didn’t seem like that type to me, not until two days ago. But then again, it only makes sense that you want the same cake that everybody wants, but the problem there is that you think you’re worth it when you’re not! Liam will look at me a thousand times before he will even attempt to look at you!” She dumped her words on me and shot to her feet:

So much for a friendly advice.

She was right anyway. If any of the Hunter cousins had a chance with Liam, it was the beautiful and chic one.

Camila took her bag from the bed and made her way to the dressing mirror to touch up her makeup. She was about to head out.

I inched deeper into a wall corner of my bed, the weight of Camila’s words crushing me down.

I had this coming, but I wasn’t prepared for this much hate and ridicule. And it was only just the beginning.

I looked back at them and Jane was preparing to head out too. Maybe there was a party happening tonight, or maybe they were just—

There was a strong and sudden knock on our door.

And the three of us shot our stares to the door frame.

Who could it be?