Rollercoaster With The Mafia Tycoon

Chapter 8. The Registrar's Office

She looks at her phone ringing and it's her so call husband calling. She nervous peeps Maggie as she reluctantly answers the call. She doesn't want anyone to know that she's married or has anything to do with the great Gabriel Walter, that's too much for a young teen like her to handle.

“Hello,” she answers with fear. Maggie is lost. “I was told that you left without taking breakfast?” He chides her like she's his kid. She frowns at the sound of his terrific but most annoying voice. “I'm not a kid, Ok?. I can take care of myself” she whimpers helplessly and Maggie chuckles.

“I don't care! It shouldn't repeat itself" he rules with a frown on his face. Unfortunately, she can't see it. “Ok, it won't. I'm about to register. I will call you later than" she offs the call immediately and puffs in relief.

“Lemme guess, your father?” confidently glares at Iris giving her a weird smile. “My what?” Iris says thoughtfully. “Your father. You don't have to act all shy because your father called to ask how you are coping. Sure, it's a tussle sometimes at times but they are loving and sweet" Maggie says as she wiggles her hair sending them behind her.

“He's not my father. I never got to know my father" she says sadly.

“Oh my girl, I'm so sorry about that. I never knew,- -- oh, I'm stupid, I shouldn't have spoken so fast" she curses herself.

“No, it's fine. You had no idea. I've been fine without him so no problem” she says while placing back her phone into her bag.

“So who was that then, your mother, or your boyfriend?” she giggles while saying boyfriend but she immediately realises herself as she says “Forgive me I can be nosy at times" he pouts. “It's my brother” Iris lies. Saying ‘my husband will be disastrous for her. Regardless, that is how she feels.

They enter the registrar's office, the man is seated with his lenses on. He looks like he just hit the 60s with an oversized grey blazer and white shirt on. Iris suddenly realizes why the students call him the goat. His jawline is exactly like that of a goat.

“Good morning sir,” Maggie says teasingly. “Miss Robinson, to what do I owe this impromptu visit, and if this is about our last discussion then it's a no. Skateboard is not a sport" he rules.

“Oh no, am not here for that sir" she grinned dragging Iris ahead.

"Hello, sir. Am Iris Walter and am here for the registration" she says timidly. The man glares at her in shock as he fixes his lens on his face. Suddenly, he looks tense.

“You are very welcome Madam, Walter” he slightly bows his head “Here is your ID, with all your courses, registered already" he replies handing her the ID. Margret can't help but widen her eyes in shock as everything goes on so fast as the wind blow. “Thank you, sir!” Iris says.

Buckingham College is the best at frustrating students when it comes to registering for courses or getting an ID, etc. It took Margret a week to get her ID meanwhile the new girl in front of her just gets hers before even resuming. This makes her wonder about Iris’s identity and how is she able to get things done so quickly.

Iris notices her confused facial expression as they move out of the office. “I registered two months back when I came for the summer holiday, that's why," she says hoping it sounds convincing to her new friend.

“Oh, no wonder," Margret says with relief because lots of things were already roaming her mind. “So what's your first-class today," Iris asks to change the topic. “It's statistics, — maths," Margret says glancing at her but Iris immediately gasps.

“What's the problem?” Margaret worries. “Well according to mine I have statistics as well and I barely 10 minutes to get to class. I don't want us to separate this quick" Iris whimpers and that moves Margret. “Don't be dramatic, we just met!” she says but Iris still looks worried.

“Show me you're file, let me see your course number” Margret looks and says “Wow, we are in the same class... Let's go we barely have 5mins left” they rush to the hall, entering directly behind the lecturer and take seats on the spot.

“Now we start with Probability,” The lecturer says while Iris is still searching her bag and not finding her pen. She immediately turns to her new friends asking “Margret do you have a pen to spare?” she looks so worried. It is her first time being in a school and she is practically shivering in anxiety.

“No girl, I only got one" she carelessly replies without even looking at Iris. With that said she instantly concentrates back on the lecture while her iris is so tense. She later notices Iris's tension as she looks around if there is anyone she can beg to.

Unfortunately, she sees no one and she wants to concentrate in class but Iris is too worried. “You can have mine" a deep baritone voice speaks causing Iris to veer back only to see a fine young man. That kind of neat young boy that could offer her a word just a few days ago when she was still in the orphanage…

"Hi, Carl" Margret waves at him. “Erm … thanks…" Iris takes the pen and immediately turns back to face the board. She's already blushing and she doesn't want him to see that. “Did I thank him properly?” Iris whispers to her friend and she laughs out. Iris feels so bad so she hits her lap, not too hard “Stop laughing she might hear us” she frowns.

“Hey, chill! You thanked him properly. It's just a pen!” she's still smiling. “That smile on your face is annoying” Iris pouts. “I'm sorry!” she begs…

The class goes on well, at intervals, the lecturer makes jokes and the entire class laugheds. The class ends!.

“The class was awesome" Margret and Iris walk their bags hanging on their shoulders. "Yea I agree. I'm starving I forgot to eat this morning before living home” Iris says while dragging her hair behind her ears.

“Hey, miss" someone calls. They immediately turn and see the guy that lent Iris a pen in class. “Oh, my goodness, sorry I forgot to return your pen" she nervously starts searching her bag. Luckily, she finds the pen and gives it to him saying “Thank you!”.

“No, it's not about that, you can keep the pen. I'm Carl Houston and you are?” he brings forth his hands for a handshake which Iris stares at contemplating if it is OK or NOT to shake his hands. “Iris Walter” she places her hand in his palms with a nervous smile as he looks straight into her eyes. Margret can't help but grin.

“I'm sorry guys, but I'm hungry and my stomach keeps grumbling," she says aloud interrupting the electrical eye contact between them…“Hello, Maggie' he greets. “I thought you didn't see me. Well, beauty is indeed corrosive" she teases.

"Maggie?” Iris called out as her face flushed with embarrassment. “What? I'm I lying?” she smiles. “Let's go” Margret holds both of their arms on either side of her arms and pulls them to the cafeteria. It's a big hall and clean with several large round tables with circular benches, well lighted with beautiful flowers at every corner…

“This place is nice," Iris says admiring the place. “Well you should know that Buckingham College is one of the best in the country," Maggie says. “You two don't look rich though,” Iris says teases and that is the truth. They are neat but look so normal unlike others around with flashy stuff.

“Indeed, Carl here is a scholarship student,” Maggie says. “Wow! then you must be very intelligent," she says. “Not really. Maggie is just bluffing" he says. “Oh really now?” Maggie smirks.

“Oh, yes. You don't have a problem saying that to who wants to hear because you are rich and your parents can afford the tuition” Carl pouts at Maggie. “That's not true! Anyway, what difference does it makes, ain't we in the same school?. Iris's brother is rich too but she's not a total brat like Monica and her crew” she says as their foods arrive.

At the mention of “Iris’s brother,” her heart skips into her stomach and her facial expression changes for a moment…

“Whatever, please, Maggie let's change the topic!” he out.