The lady with Ambitions

Chapter 12

Hello, Irene.

As soon as the door slammed open and Mr. Silas paused in mid-sentence, I knew he was there. I didn't want to accept it, and for a time I tried to convince myself it might be anybody, but Mr. Silas dashed all my dreams.

"Mr Agosti, you've been late every single day this year, when will you learn." He grumbles, and I feel my body tighten, my fingers on my pencil no longer moving as I avoid glancing in that way.

He does not answer to Mr. Silas, instead sitting down at his desk.

I tried to calm my anxiety by focusing solely on Mr. Silas, who was presenting us with a project to which we'd be assigned partners tomorrow, but my legs couldn't stop shaking uncomfortably. I felt afraid and anxious just being in the room with him.

Mr. Silas informed us that he would not provide the specifics until tomorrow. Other than that, we had to finish it over the weekend and it was due on Monday, which didn't leave much time because tomorrow was Friday. I was just hoping I wouldn't have to present in front of anyone.

I stiffen in my seat, trying not to let out a gasp when Caden kicks my chair with force. Did I do something wrong? Was he messing with me?

I bite my lip uncomfortably as I attempt to keep up with Mr. Silas' voice, but he's talking so rapidly that I can hardly type anything.

I became uneasy when I noticed a bunch of males gazing at me and trying not to laugh. My brain tells me not to worry about it until I feel a crumpled piece of paper strike the side of my head and other classmates begin giggling.

Ignore it.

" Hey!"Look over here, you freak!" A boy sitting two chairs apart from me snickers.

I wanted to tell him to leave me alone, but I knew I didn't have the guts to say it. Who am I to say such things at a school like this?

Everyone disregarded me since I didn't have much money and was from the poorer side of town.

I was nothing here. I was also nobody in my former town, so I suppose it didn't matter. I would always be nothing to everyone.

I look over at him, expecting him to say anything, but all he does is toss another paper at me. I swiftly shift my head back, keeping my head low as I try to ignore the laughter.

"Isn't your town filled with criminals? "You better not steal anything from this school, f*****g servant." He spits at me, and I feel my hands begin to coil anxiously around each other.

I wanted could simply shout at him that I didn't do anything, that I'm a kind person who would never steal, and that I don't want any trouble. Why would he listen to me?

So I do nothing.

Coward

As soon as the bell sounds, my hand is already slinging my backpack over my shoulders, and I immediately walk out of the classroom.

I could feel the kids' eyes on me as I went out into the crowded corridor. When will they stop gossiping?

"Irene!" The deep voice reaches my ears, and I turn my gaze to Ace, who is waving at me with a smile.

I pucker my lips and give him a little wave back. His pals, all dressed in football jerseys, stared at him as if he were insane, but he didn't seem to mind.

There were two girls in the group, dressed in cheerleader costumes and standing beside the lads with their arms crossed, giving me ugly glances.

My eyes widen as he suddenly bids goodbye to his pals before approaching me. I could immediately feel the two females' furious, searing stares at me.

I pretend I don't notice him approaching me and immediately spin around to face my locker.

"Am I embarrassing you?" He chuckles, and I jump in surprise. How did he get here so quickly? I don't know what to say as I gaze up at his towering stature.

His eyes seemed bluer today, or perhaps I was imagining things. Perhaps the blue football jersey made his eyes sparkle more...

" N..no." I mutter, gently shaking my head, before returning to my locker to retrieve my books.

"I was going to ask you, are you going to the game tonight?" He replies, leaning against the locker next to me and watching me take out my books.

I stare at him, puzzled. Did he ask me to go somewhere? Me? That has never occurred.

" Um...game? "What kind of game?" I inquire in confusion. He didn't say exactly what it was.

My brows furrow as he breaks into a smile and begins laughing as he stares down at me before pointing to a giant banner that reads Rupert High Homecoming 2020.

Oh! "The homecoming game, are you living under a rock?" He makes a joke, and I blush with shame.

I'd never gone to one of those. My school never had enough funds for many sports, and most students didn't participate in the ones we did have.

" Oh, that. I don't believe I can...I still have work tonight, and Mrs. Carmen would not like my missing a shift." And I needed the money to repay my mother's obligation.

" Do you mean Angie? She won't mind; I'll let her know. He says, and I pucker my lips, contemplating the whole situation.

I wanted to go, but it would cost me a day's pay, which I don't believe I could afford. I didn't know how to tell Ace, and I didn't want to tell anybody. It was disgusting and pitiful, to say the least.

"Plus, I'll be playing. "That should persuade you enough." He smirks.

"If Mrs. Carmen allows me I'll go," I say, seeing his face light up at my words.

"Perfect, I'll see you there then." He grins before approaching a gathering of his pals. As I close my locker, a slight smile spreads over my face, and my pulse rate begins to rise.

Nobody's ever invited me somewhere...

The bell sounds, and I widen my eyes in surprise; I'd become too preoccupied. Before I can step away from my locker, two females in cheering costumes suddenly encircle me, their arms crossed over their chest and looking me up and down.

" Listen here t**t. I'm not sure who the f**k you think you are, but whatever makes you believe you can take one of the Agosti brothers is absurd." One of them with long black hair scoffs, while the other with shorter blonde hair laughs beside her.

I swallow the knot in my throat as I return to the locker.

"H..he was just asking me a question," I say this while shaking my head.

" Oh? Then why have you been over both of them like a filthy slut since you arrived here?!" She screeches.

Over the two of them? If anything, I was doing the reverse!

"Don't be quiet now, answer me!" She spits and grabs me by the hair. I gasp in surprise at the searing agony on my scalp, attempting to free myself from her clutches.

"Daniella that's enough!" A voice booms, and she hastily lets go, both of them muttering with disgust.

I look at the guy, perplexed. The same guy who was throwing papers at me in class was now covered in bruises on his face...and he was assisting me?

"Leave her alone; your coach is just down the hall. If she sees this s**t, you're both off the team." He grumbles, and the two females exchange glances before giving me another ugly look and going away.

"Thank you," I responded hastily, hurrying away from him. I couldn't trust him, especially because there wasn't anybody else in the corridor. Sydney touched me the previous time this happened, even though I warned him not to. He never stopped, and he didn't care.

" Wait! "I wanted to apologize for what I did earlier; it was immature of me." He mumbles, and I glance at him in disbelief.

Was he saying sorry? What was happening today...

"Y..you're saying sorry..?" I respond, staring at him puzzled.

"Well, compelled to. "Your little saviour beat the s**t out of me!" He moans, and I wrinkle my brows. My saviour? Nobody here loved me, so why would anybody aid me?

"I. I don't know who you're talking about." I wonder who this individual is now.

The sound of keys clanking down the corridor catches my attention, and the man mumbles curses under his breath before rushing down the hall.

Why was he running? It was only a teacher.

"Young lady, where is your hall pass?" "Class started ten minutes ago!" The teacher appeared scary and much larger when I got a closer look at him.

"I...I don't have..." I stutter and gaze up at the menacing man. He begins writing in a notebook before smashing the sticky paper on one of my books, forcing me to wince from the abrupt impact.

"If you're not there, you get suspension." He says, and I quickly nod my head before gazing down at the paper, which states detention in red ink and has a time and room number.

When the man leaves, my throat begins to feel like it is closing in on me. Mrs. Carmen would be upset if I arrived late; how could I tell her I had detention?

Unless I used the game as an excuse.

I take out my phone and text Mrs. Carmen a reasonable message requesting the evening off so that I may watch the homecoming game.

Mrs Carmen had just responded with a simple 'yes' when the last bell rang. I wasn't sure whether she was annoyed with me, but I wouldn't be shocked if she was. Many individuals back home had informed me how obnoxious and bothersome I was. Perhaps she had the same thoughts.

I hold the detention paper tightly in my hand as I move towards the door, taking a deep breath before entering the silent room.

The teacher sat with his arms crossed and stared at the kids.

I look around the classroom, my gaze fixed on a familiar dark-haired demon as I stood in the doorway, too stunned to move.

What was he doing here?