THE PUNISHMENT

ARIA

He pushes out his fangs and moves them closer to my neck. The others are just quietly enjoying the show.

“Get off me!” I shout.

He doesn't move an inch, making his grip tighter around my waist.

“Stop it!”

My voice is echoing through the room, overlapping with the laughter of others.

Snuggling me closer, he strokes my hair behind my shoulder and rips off my top from the right side, exposing my peach color bra.

His eyes turn even more devilish. I can feel his cock hardening against my thighs.

“Let me take a picture of her.” Another one from the crowd steps forward with a small camera in his grip.

He clicks a few of my pictures.

“Damn! You look hot, girl!” The voices scoff.

The one ceasing me clutches my hair and pulls my lips closer to his. Brushing his cheek against mine, he moves down to my neck, sniffing strongly.

“Your scent is strong.”

It's the effect of the bracelet on my wrist.

As he almost inserts his fangs into my neck, I don't hold back anymore. My pointed heel steps onto his stark feet, unleashing a scream from his mouth.

He stumbles a step back, and I slap him, startling the whole room with the sound.

*Sorry, Victor.*

“You fucking bitch!” His eyes glare into mine.

He shakes his head, snapping out of the motion of my slap, and takes a step in my direction.

The moment he reaches my personal space, the click sound opens the door behind me with a swing force.

“What's going on inside?” A coach with a whistle around his neck steps inside.

His eyes scan me from top to bottom.

Before he speaks a word, I rush out of the room, straight to my dorm.

After spending around twenty minutes tidying up my look and changing into another shirt, I go back to the academy.

If it wasn't for my mission, I would have beat the shit out of them. It's nothing new for me to deal with such bastards.

Strangely, a girl with a high ponytail approaches me. I saw her on my first day when Kelly was checking our belongings. She was standing in the line with me.

“Ehm…The disciplinary committee asked me to give you the message.” Her voice is as soft as a feather.

“Message?” My forehead crumples up.

“They're waiting for you at the disciplinary room for the incident that happened at the athlete restroom.”

*What? It has already reached their ears?*

My feet follow her steps to the disciplinary room. It's a grand wooden door on the third floor at the end of the long hallway.

Opening the door, I step inside, only to come across a wide glass table with all the seven members sitting on red cozy seats.

Three boys from the athlete restroom including the one who dared to touch me are standing on the right, glaring at me.

The room is a lavish one similar to Mrs. Amina’s office. Glancing around the faces, my gaze halts, meeting his blue eyes.

I feel as if they can see right through me, summoning my soul.

“You’re a new admission, but already causing trouble, ha?” Kelly speaks, drawing my attention to her.

“Trouble? Me?”

“We got the complaint against you, Miss. Randle!” She crosses her arms over her chest.

“First, you entered the boys athlete room without consent, and when Jerek Hudson, the captain of the hockey team asked you to leave, you slapped him.”

“No, this is not what happened!” I slightly raise my voice.

While Kelly is interrogating me, the other members are listening to her. Rizz Sylvester is the only exception spinning a pen on the table, focusing his gaze on his fingers.

“What happened then?” She tilts her head.

“I was lost in the hallway, then asked some girls for help, and they sent me to the athlete restroom. It was a misunderstanding, but he and his friends tried to…”

My lips are hesitating to utter the next words.

“Tried to what?” Kelly shrugs her shoulders.

“They…” I just can't bring the words to my lips.

“She is hesitating because she is lying!” Jerek groans from the side.

“Silence!” Kelly gives him a side eye.

“It seems you're very desperate for attention. Isn't that why you did it?”

“I was tricked by the other girls…”

“Enough, Miss. Randle!” A deep voice overpowers every other voice in the room. He drops the pen from his grip and lifts his gaze to my face.

He stands up, casting a shadow on everyone else sitting. The other boys in the room are also tall but they can't match his height.

“You have committed a mistake, broke our rule, and it's time you should accept it.” Speaking the words, he walks over to me.

His intoxicating scent flows into my space, stirring panic in me. I have never known nervousness until Rizz Sylvester.

He pins his gaze on me, threatening my soul.

“Why should I accept it when I didn't do anything wrong?” My eyes stare at him with the same intensity.

“You failed to explain your side, so there's only punishment waiting for you.”

Rage ramps up my blood.

“Either you accept a punishment or I'm suspending you for at least two weeks.” He moves even closer, whispering the words.

I can feel his heartbeat against my breasts.

“Choose it, Mrs. Randle.”

He is just a jerk like them.

“What is the punishment?”

*No, I can't afford suspension.*

A pleasing look shrouds his face but he doesn't express it openly.

“You are responsible for cleaning the pool day and night for a month. Understand?”

I nod my head in response, enraged from inside, fuming silently.

My gaze shifts to Jerek and a smirk comes across his face, celebrating his win.

“What are you waiting for? Get out!” He commands.

“Bastard!” I whisper under my breath.

“What?” He raises a brow.

Without giving him an answer, I walk out the damn room, slamming the door behind me…only to bump into a firm chest, strong enough to shake my feet.

“Sorry.” I look up and meet the fierce pair of sea green eyes. My gaze traces down his features and pauses at the sight of familiar lips.

*Jay Manchester?*