VAMPIRE’s QUEEN

I Can’t Work With Him

As Xavier sat beside me, I made the decision to ignore him. It was the best thing I could do in this situation. If I interacted with him, things could get worse, and I didn't want that.

I focused on my notebook, scribbling down ideas for the project, pretending like he didn't exist.

"Little one, why did you tear that note? I asked you to come meet me. Why didn't you follow the order?" His deep voice cut through the air, sending a wave of irritation through me.

I pretended not to hear him, my hand moving faster across the page. Why was he acting like some kind of king or boss?

“I'm asking you something, Evelyn. Answer me," he said, his tone more dominating. I felt a chill run down my spine, but I couldn't let him control the situation. I had to put him in his place.

"Excuse me? What are you talking about?" I shot back, glaring at him. "I asked you something, so answer me," he said again, his eyes burning into mine with anger.

His gaze made me uncomfortable, and another shiver ran down my spine. His presence was suffocating, and I could feel the tension building between us. I hated how his eyes made me feel small, like I was prey. I couldn't take it anymore.

“I don't have time for your bullshit. Now shut your mouth. Don't even think that because the professor assigned us to work on a project, you get to harass me or control me. Just stay out of my way," I spat out, turning my attention back to my notebook.

"I'll think of a business idea and tell the professor we both worked on it. So, just stay out of my way." But before I could even write another word,

I felt his hand grab mine. His grip was strong, his touch burning through my skin. "When I ask you a simple thing, you better listen, okay? I don't give a damn about this project. I want you to listen to me," he said, his voice low and threatening. What the hell was wrong with him? My heart raced, and I quickly glanced around the room, relieved that the other students were too focused on their own work to notice what was happening.

There was a lot of chatter, which meant no one could hear us.

"Leave my hand, Xavier," I said through gritted teeth, trying to pull my hand away. "Why? It's my right to touch you," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. His arrogance was infuriating. "I said, leave my hand!" I snapped, trying to yank my hand free, but his grip only tightened, and I could feel his fingers digging into my skin.

“If you don't let go of me, I'll go straight to the principal and tell them you're harassing me. Don't you have any shame? Don't you know how to treat a girl?" I whispered angrily, my voice low but sharp.

My chest tightened with anger and fear, the two emotions battling inside me. A dark chuckle rumbled from his throat, and he looked at me as if I were some kind of joke.

If we weren't in class, I would have slapped him across the face by now.

I couldn't believe I was dealing with this instead of focusing on the project. "I dare you, my sweet Evelyn," he said, his voice dripping with mockery.

“Let's see how daring you are. What will you tell the principal? Is that a guy approaching you?" He finally let go of my hand, but before I could feel relieved, his fingers started trailing up my arm. A shiver ran down my spine, and my heart pounded even faster.

His touch sent a chill through my body, not in a good way. I tried to pull my arm away, but his fingers tightened around it, digging his nails into my skin. Pain shot through my arm, but I bit my lip, refusing to make any noise. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.

"Don't defy me, little one," he said, his voice low and threatening. "If you dare resist my touch one more time, you'll regret it. Now listen to me carefully. I told you to stay away from all the boys, but you didn't listen. I won't let that go easily.

You'll regret it. Just wait and watch. And from now on, whenever I tell you to meet me, you will obey. If you dare go against my orders, you'll regret it even more." He finally let go of my arm, and I immediately pulled it away, rubbing the spot where his grip had left marks.

I looked down at my arm and saw red marks from where his nails had dug into my skin. The bastard had actually hurt me. My blood boiled with anger.

Who did he think he was? Did he seriously think he could control me? What was wrong with him? Was he completely nuts? I clenched my jaw, trying to calm the rage building inside me. This guy was delusional if he thought I was going to follow his twisted orders.

“That's it. You aren't going to behave? Fine," I muttered under my breath, standing up from my seat. "What are you doing?" Xavier asked, his eyes narrowing. "Watch," I said as i stood up. "Miss Samantha?" I called out, trying to keep my voice steady, even though my heart was still racing from everything that had just happened.

"Yes, Evelyn?" she responded, looking up from her desk.

I took a deep breath, ready to expose Xavier for the controlling psycho he was. I wasn't going to let him get away with this. Not anymore.

“I want to talk to you. Can you come here?" I asked, my voice shaky but determined. Professor Samantha looked up from her desk and nodded, getting up and walking over to where I stood. "So, what do you want to talk about? Are you having trouble brainstorming ideas?" she asked, standing in front of me with a patient expression. "No, it's not about the project," I replied. I felt the eyes of the class starting to shift towards me, but I tried to ignore them.

"I want to talk about something else."

"About what?" she asked, raising her eyebrows in slight confusion.

"I can't work with him," I said bluntly. I didn't want to dance around the issue any longer.

“Not again, Evelyn," she sighed, clearly frustrated. She had heard my complaints before, but this time, I wasn't going to let it slide.

"Professor, why can't you understand? He's trying to harass me! He's touching me without my consent. I can't work with him. I'm uncomfortable!" I said, my voice rising as the frustration and fear bubbled inside me.

I lifted my arm, showing her the marks Xavier had just left.

"Look at these marks on my arm that he just gave me." She looked down at my arm, unimpressed.

"Where's the mark? Care to explain?" The whole class was staring at us now. My friends were all watching me, and I could feel the tension building.

I pointed at my arm again, my voice trembling.

"Look, ma'am, here it is!" "Where, Evelyn?

Where?" she said, her voice sharp. I looked down at my arm, but to my horror, the marks were gone.

There was nothing. No sign of the pain Xavier had inflicted on me moments ago. My heart dropped, and my mind raced. How could this be possible?

The marks were right there! I looked over at Xavier, and there he was, with that stupid grin plastered on his face.

He was enjoying this, feeding off my humiliation. "Enough, Evelyn! What's wrong with you today?" Professor Samantha snapped, her patience clearly wearing thin. Before I could say anything, Xavier cut in smoothly.

"Professor, I can't believe this is happening," he said, his voice dripping with innocence. "I just want to complete my work with my group mate, but it seems like she doesn't want to work with me. But that's fine. I don't mind. If she doesn't want to cooperate, I can do it by myself." He looked at the professor with wide, innocent eyes, playing the victim perfectly.

My blood boiled. He was trying to manipulate her, and the worst part was that it was working. His charm was seeping into her judgment. "No, Xavier, let me handle this," Professor Samantha said, turning back to me. Her face was hard, her tone stern.

“Stop it, Evelyn. If you keep this up, I won't let you sit in my class. You're in college now, not high school. Start behaving like a mature student.

Your excuses aren't going to work anymore." Her words felt like a slap to my face. The class was still watching, and I could feel their eyes burning into me.

I glanced over at my friends, who looked worried, but they didn't move. They just stared, unsure of what to do. "If you don't want to work with him on this project, you can drop the subject," she continued.

"But remember, your scholarship will be at risk.

Now, get back to your work. You need to submit your idea by the end of class." And with that, she walked away, leaving me standing there, completely humiliated in front of everyone. I felt my cheeks burn, my stomach twisting into knots.

My professor didn't believe me.

My classmates didn't move. I was completely alone in this. I slowly scanned the room, and all I could see were faces staring at me, some curious, some concerned, some indifferent. My friends were still looking at me, unsure of what had just happened.

Then, my gaze landed on Xavier. He was sitting there, a smug smirk plastered on his face. His eyes glinted with satisfaction as he whispered, "Told you, little one. You can't do anything." His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt sick with anger, frustration, and fear. How could he get away with this? How was this even happening? I felt so small, so powerless. Without a word, I grabbed my notebook and my bag.

I couldn't stand being near him anymore. I walked across the room to the far side of the class and sat down, putting as much distance between us as possible. My hands were shaking as I tried to focus on the project, but all I could think about was the humiliation I had just endured. The marks have disappeared from my arm, but how? I couldn't believe it.

He had twisted everything, made me look like the crazy one, and no one had believed me. I wanted to scream, to cry, but instead, I just sat there, alone, trying to hold it all together. How could I keep going like this? How could I work with him? But I had no choice. If I dropped this class, my scholarship was at risk. And I couldn't afford that. As I sat there, my mind raced with thoughts of what to do next. I couldn't let him win.