Chapter 35

The following day, I got lost in thought, my mind lingering on the cause of the warm bitterness in my heart.

Despite what Lucius said I still liked him. Yet, his words did hurt. Lucius saying that nothing will ever happen between us was hard for me to handle.

My emotions and everything were all over the place because of Lucius Wild and it was driving me crazy.

What's worse, I needed to focus. Today was the competition finals, and I couldn't afford to be distracted right now.

Although it wasn't until later this afternoon. I planned to head to the training facility early. Maybe do some light workouts to get ready for later, and clear my head.

Arriving at the training facility, I headed for the dressing rooms. A hand shoots out and grabs me, pulling me into the instructor's office.

“What the hell,” I said, quickly turning to face who grabbed me.

Only to come face to face with very tense Draven, not looking like his usual put together self.

“Draven?” I asked, surprised, “why the hell did you pull me here?”

“Are you sleeping with Lucius?”

Oh all the things that i thought Draven would say, him asking me that wasn’t one of them

“What?” I asked, surprised again, surely I missheard him. He wouldn't seriously be asking me such a question…right?

“Are you sleeping with the headmaster?” He asked again, his tone tense and agitated.

I just stared at him quietly as everything from the last two days sinks in.

The fact that he of all people is asking me that after the rumors have already been squashed snaps something in me.

“Well,” he pushes for an answer, “answer me Katie. Are you screwing Lucius?”

I really wish he would just shut up. I'm not in the mood for this. “Why aren't you saying anything?”

His persistence is like a knife digging into an already complicated and messy wound of mine.

“Shut up,” I say quietly, so sick of these people thinking they can say whatever they want.

“No, answer me damn it,” Draven demands, his agitation growing the longer it takes me to answer.

“I said, shut up,” I replied, gritting my teeth, my anger rising.

“I am so sick of you and everyone else saying shit about me when you know nothing."

“Im not saying anything,” Draven said exasperated, like I'm the one whose being too much, “im just ask-”

“Shut. The. Hell. Up,” I demanded, drawing out my words as anger floods my system.

“My business isn't any of yours, I'm so sick of having to repeat myself.”

“Just answer the question,” Draven said, insisting he get an answer, ignoring me.

“The way he treats you is strange and very unlike him -”

“I highly doubt that,” I cut him off. There is no way in hell that Lucius treats me specially.

Did Draven completely miss the part where Lucius announced to the whole school that nothing had ever happened.

He even took it further saying nothing would ever happen between us. I mean hello, can’t Draven read the big neon signs that Lucius just set up.

He has no interest in me whatsoever. But no matter what I say it doesn’t seem to penetrate that damn thick skull of Draven’s.

“He never does stuff for other people unless it benefits him. So, him doing so much for you is really suspicious.”

Draven just continues to talk, completely oblivious to my darkening expression.

“I mean him deciding to put you into A Class instead of just killing you is weird.”

“Wait a second, are you saying you’d have preferred that he killed me back when I found out about you guys?” I asked beyond outraged and hurt.

“W-what? No, that's not what I’m saying Katie,” Draven said hurriedly, seeming appalled that I even asked him, “can you just shut up for a second and let me finish.”

“Excuse me?”

“Shhh,” Draven shushes me and I swear my blood pressure damn near hit the roof, my face would’ve been purple or red with steam bursting out my ears if I was a cartoon character, I was so damn mad.

“Him choosing to be your mentor was also odd, he’s never mentored anyone, even way more talented students have asked but he always said no.”

Excuse me, did he just comment on my talent and skills? Is he trying to piss me off to the point of a heart attack?

Who taught this guy how to have a conversation? So far I’ve been insulted and looked down on multiple times.

Right? I’m not over thinking this right?

“Draven,” I grind out his name, but he doesn’t notice.

“If you were sleeping with him, it could kind of explain everything. I’d could explain why his behavior -,”

“Shut up!” I finally snap, screaming at him.

Draven freezes, shocked that I yelled at him. He focuses on me and I can tell the moment he realises he messed up.

“How dare you drag me in here and start interrogating me. Not only that but you’re insulting me too?”

“What is the matter with you?” I asked, demanding some kind of explanation. I can’t figure out one myself.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of my business?”

Draven opens his mouth to answer but I refuse to let him.

“Not only is it not your business, it should also be obvious that the rumors were all lies.”

“But apparently, even after dating before for three months you still don't seem to know me at all.”

It's hard to read what Draven is thinking right now but honestly I didn't care. I was pissed too.

“Why the hell do you keep sticking your nose into my business?” Nothing he said would really matter but I wanted to know.

Why all of the sudden he's so damn invested in knowing about the most ridiculous things and popping up out of nowhere to get answers.

“What is it that makes you keep intruding into my business?” My anger gets the best of me and I shove him back.

“At first I thought that you were doing these kinds of things because you still had feelings for me.”

I said advancing closer to him, shoving him back again.

“Then a part of me thought you were trying to act like a brother or something.” Shaking my head, my hand clenched at my side.

“But that didn’t seem right since not once have you tried to act like an actual brother.”

“So, tell me,” I demanded, shoving him back again. Draven's back hits the wall, facing me.

“Why do you keep doing this?” I asked, my voice like ice. I'm determined to get answers, “is it some stupid pride related reason?”

“Or do you want to somehow use me to get to Lucius?”

The more I question him the darker and more unstable his expression becomes.

What could possibly be so bad that he can’t tell me at all?

Still not getting anywhere, I decided to just ask, even though a large part of me feels that it's pointless.

“Or, is it because you actually still have feelings for me?”