Chapter 7

With the look of things, it looks like the determination on Dalton’s face really got to Isis, but she suddenly burst into laughter. “You? I would rather eat wolfsbane than help you.” Then she turned around to leave, but he pulled her hand back. “You’re the only one that can help me, Ice.”

She glared at him, “Since when do you start being clingy? Even when we’re dating, you‘re never clingy?”

The fact that she once loved this pretender was saddening... she felt like punching him in the guts for breaking up with her over such a useless reason.

“Please, Ice. I know we’re no longer together, but do consider the love we once shared and...” Dalton stopped midway, the words making Isis angrier.

“I once loved you, but not anymore,” she quipped. “I once loved you, but you show me the end! And by the end, it means we’re done!”

All the troubles Isis had passed through just to see Dalton in private came fleetingly before her eyes. It hurt more than she enjoyed. “I loved you, Dal,” She began slowly. “My mum was a slut... does that make me one too?”

These are questions he didn’t wait to answer on the sports day. “The same Fatima who gave you the news about me is now following Sam around. So what now?”

Dejectedly, he calmed down. “I’m sorry for bothering you then,” he turned and Isis was still boiling in anger. He stopped... she thought he had something to say again, but to her surprise, Dalton made the ‘fuck you’ sign and showed it to her.

Isis gasped. “I know it, you only wanted to mock me. I’m happy I didn’t fall for your lies.”

Dalton laughed briefly. “I really need your help, but you just showed me that you’re not worth my pleading and so... fuck you, Isis Cepheus.”

Before Isis could retort, he walked away, leaving her there, dumbfounded. ‘Up until the end, I still lost to Fatima,’ She thought and balled her fists. ‘She stole Dalton from me till the end.’

She turned her back before she was found. The back of the notice board was for secret lovers and students caught there are mostly caught while fucking... and being a journalist, she doesn’t want any attention herself right now, as anything could affect her eligibility for Hale’s class.

Just as she left the hideout, she met two students gossiping in front of the notice board, and what she heard them discussing intrigued her.

“... the stepmother must be regretting right now,” The latter student said, and this word is the reason why Isis stopped.

The gossiper continued. “I mean, they both deserve an award for showing that stepmother her place. So did they later get each other pregnant?”

“Of course, no. When the girl’s father learnt that his daughter and his mistress's son were dating, he had to send his daughter abroad, and since the date is fake, they both broke apart successfully.”

The words sparked some ideas inside Isis... ‘Fake dating is really very effective and could work,’ her wolf also opined.

Adjusting herself, she walked off the mass comm building toward the swim team classes.

She was quick to find him at the swimming pool in the arena, but he was with Fatima again. Determined not to let Fatima appear in anything that happens in her life, she barged into their conversation. “Mind giving him a breathing space now?”

Fatima looked up and almost fell on her butt because she was previously bending down. The two of them had never had any conversations since what happened on the sports day.

Fatima got up and adjusted her pink hair while Sam, who was in the water, stooped... watching her come toward him with interest. He has been trying to get a breathing space to be alone and call Tiara... the girl he is actually devoted to. He hadn't told Tiara anything about the "fish boy" incident because he didn't want to lose her, but Fatima, whom he doesn’t want to let go of yet, always hangs around him.

Earlier, when he asked Fatima about Isis, her response gave him the hint that she and Isis are not on talking terms. Isis stopped her friend with a glare as hard as hell. “You have escorted him enough for the day, Fatima. Leave us alone now.”

Fatima smiled with pride. “Who says I must obey you?” Then she looked at Sam, “Alpha Sam, did you now see what I meant about Ice? She’s always so bossy, like the whole world revolves around her alone!”

Isis shoots Samuel a glance, but he doesn’t reply to that. “I have thought of coming to the mass com department myself,” he said, “I never thought a journalist would come here to interview me herself.”

Fatima crossed her hand on her chest, “Is that right? You came here to interview him?”

Seeing the feel of fulfillment and joy on his face, Isis didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her agree to him, so she shook her head. “Why should I bring myself here to interview him?”

Both Samuel and Fatima looked at her strangely. Hooking a smile, she continued. “It feels so sad to see my boyfriend busy with my friend, so I...”

“Boyfriend?” Fatima gasped in shock. “Where did you get so much guts to lie?”

Samuel also swam out of the pool at that moment and covered himself up, listening as the two girls bantered. He was confused... he knew he had a secret with Isis, but he didn't expect her to claim him as a boyfriend.

Isis stood arms akimbo as she continued. “Yes, of course. My mum is a slut who sleeps around to feed me. Don’t you think I should do the same to be popular too?”

Fatima was clearly frustrated now. She gritted her teeth, and her claws appeared. “I will make sure I damage that face of yours if you lie one more time.”

Samuel felt the tension between them getting tenser; he quickly interrupted. “Now it’s time to cut to the chase, why are you here, Ice?”

Isis glared at him hard. As much as she hated the words she was about to say, she still swallowed all pride to say it. “Baby, I came to check on you.”

Samuel was now getting angry as well as frustrated. He was thinking of Tiara and how this would look if she found out. “Since when did you...”

Isis rushed to his side and pulled his arms, “You must have missed me so much?”

Realizing that her presence here would only bring more humiliation, Fatima stormed away in anger, leaving the two of them to each other.

“What in the name of the goddess are you doing?” He scolded.

Isis arched her brow, “Did I look like I was enjoying that shit?”

“Why did you come here?”

“You must be enjoying her presence so much. What a sweet boy you are,” She taunted again. “One would never guess you have a girlfriend.”

He shrugged and dried his hair. He was worried Isis might tell Tiara his secret. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here? I thought you hated me?”

“Exactly,” she smiled sarcastically. “I hate you more than you love your girl, but still I can’t help it.”

“What brings you here?”

She gulped hard and cleared her throat before she announced. “Let’s date.”

He frowned. “Date? You and I?”

“Yes,” Isis’s gaze wasn’t flickering. “As much as I hate to admit it, I really can’t wait to see my mum and your dad break apart!”