Chapter 5. Phone call from the devil.

I reported to the main office that was located past the washing room and the tracks next to the school entrance. It was really chilly outside and I felt my toes go numb at the cold temperature. I clutched my arms together in an attempt to warm myself. If I had been wearing one of those skimpy nighties that most girls are so fond of, I would probably be six feet under right now. Thank god I have a brain.

Once I reached the main office I was greeted by a gorgeous looking teen. Not really greeted but since he was the one who opened the door I'll consider it greeting. He was standing, hand held on the doorknob, looking all handsome like he's just walked out of a magazine. Wearing a white and red Henley's shirt that hugged every inch of his muscular torso with black chino's and black brogue leather boots. His brown hair was damp that it created an aura around his golden eyes.

You must be wondering what the hell a guy this hot is doing at an all-girls school. Well. His name is Junior Dylan Walker, the principal's son.

He looks nothing like Mrs Walker. Maybe the only similarities are the colour of their hair but that was just about it. Thank God too, because if he looked like Mrs Walker it would be weird and just so wrong.

He doesn't really come here often but when he does the girls go crazy. I really admire him. He's a year older than me and he is already in medical school. Some say he skipped classes because he was just too smart.

Like any handsome guy, Dylan has been claimed. By the airhead, Stephanie. She literally would kill anyone who glances in his direction. Like that one day, she pushed Sabrina into a puddle of mud for staring at him too long. Typical possessive bitch.

I shot him a smile and he returned it with a nod then he sat on the sofa and plugged in his earphones. We've met sometimes occasionally but we never talk. Somehow I find that off because he talks to a lot of girls here.

Except me.

And probably a few other girls but they don't really matter.

"Natalima, come," Ms. Viola the school's secretary called from inside her cubical that had a glass window in front. The window had a good view of the sofa meaning I could probably steal a few glances at someone.

Georgina Viola is one of my favourite people in school. She wears oversized glasses that hide the real colour of her hazel eyes. Her hair is always up in a bun and she always always always wears black pencil skirts with colourful blouses. She's petite making her, a twenty-five-year-old, look my age.

I made my way to her office and as soon as she saw me, she pointed to the wall phone. "Somebody wants to talk to you, it better be your cousin brother because if it's your boyfriend then I might just get fired," she said, then she seductively winked letting me know that she wishes it was my boyfriend. To be clear, this is the first time someone's called me while in school so to say I was starting to get nervous is clearly an understatement.

I picked up the phone and with all the confidence I could muster, whispered, "Hello,"

"It's about time. You girls walk like old ladies," came the reply. His voice sounded familiar but I quickly dismissed the thought because he just compared me to an old lady.

"That's the problem with guys nowadays. They got no patience. Did your daddy forget to use protection because he was so impatient? Guess he did because here you are,"

"Fuck. Bitch do you even know who you're talking to?" He asked and I could feel the anger seeping through the phone.

"Bruh check your pants. You see that tiny penis of yours? Yeah, it doesn't give you the right to call me a bitch," at this Ms Viola looked at me and gestured to keep my vulgar words down. From the corner of my eye, I could see Dylan looking in my direction through the office window with an amused smile on his face.

"Babe, how about you come check my pants for me. You'll be so surprised tiny won't be in your vocabulary anymore," he said and I could hear a few guys laughing in the background.

"Why would I even waste my time? Egotistical slime" Oh my god! That rhymes.

"God, I forgot how feisty you can get. Listen up," he asserted.

"Yeah I'm listening," I said and hoped he didn't hear the fright in my voice.

"Are you Natalima Roberts?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm speaking," I replied boldly with the knowledge that in situations like this it's probably best to lie. How does he know my name? I don't know. All I know is that a complete stranger that knows my full name is starting to become a pain in my ass.

"Could you please explain why I have a picture of you in my phone?"

I slapped my hand over my mouth and gasped softly in shock. I focused my eyes on the golden wall clock, the sounds of the clock ticking becoming louder and louder by the second as I tried to recall who in the world could've taken my picture. A part of me was hoping it wasn't an embarrassing photo.

The last time someone took my picture was...

Oh god.

No!

Could it be...?

It was silent for a moment and I was scared he might hear the noisy sound of my heart beating.

"I finally found you IronFist, just know that I'm coming after you," he threatened and before I could defend myself he hung up.

I think my stomach just died. I slowly placed the phone back and swallowed whatever it was I wanted to say in one gulp.

"Who was that?" Ms Viola asked her hands on her hips and a brow lifted. One corner of her mouth was up, forming a smug face that said 'I bet it was your boyfriend'.

"Umm... That was... That was some Brave Hearts guy," I answered my voice stuck in my throat. His threat was on repeat in my head and I could not help but wonder if he was really going to come after me.

"Hmmm... He sounded a lot like a boyfriend to me," she winked. I knew she was going to say something like this.

"Not in my wildest dreams would I want to go out with him," I told her. Did she even hear what we were saying? I guess not. I let out a stressed sigh and gave her one last smile before walking out of her office.

"Sure, that's what they all say," she shouted after me.

I looked over the sofa and saw that it was empty. There was no sign of Dylan anywhere and I settled on the conclusion that he probably just went home.

I walked out and was met with the cold breeze. That was when I noticed him leaning against the brick wall. His hands in his pocket and his head lowered, focusing on the ground. Once he heard the screeching noise the door caused by opening it wrongly he craned his head and our eyes met. He looked like he had been waiting for me.

Hahahaha! Nat, very funny. Don't be delusional.

He took a few steps and stood in front of me. He held my gaze and gave me a small smile. "Dylan," he introduced himself. I stared at him. My mouth agape. Was he really talking to me?

This is a first.

"Na-Nat-," I stuttered then cleared my throat. Moments like these were really rare so of course, I was struggling to find my voice. "I'm Natalima,"

"I know," he said making me melt completely. He knew? He then looked me over and his eyes landed on my basketball jersey. He then arched his eyebrows in confusion as if it was hard to believe that girls here would actually think of wearing stuff like my outfit.

He then shifted his gaze to my face and he gave a warming smile. "It's pretty cold outside you should probably wait for the winds to die down," he offered.

I could smell his chocolate and rosy smelling cologne and that was making my struggle to find my voice even more difficult.

"It's OK. Um... I'll just run," he chuckled lightly and looked at me again.

Did he find me running.

In the cold winds.

At night.

Funny?

He reached out and tucked a loose strand behind my ear and I just stood there frozen. "You have such beautiful blue eyes," he whispered under his breath making my heart rate hitch.

Could he possibly be flirting me?

Nope. Definitely not.

Even though I had made up my mind that he wasn't flirting with me, that did not stop the blush that had crept up to my cold cheeks, warming them in the process. I didn't reply, instead, I brushed past him and decided that it was best if I went now since I haven't done anything humiliating.

Yet.

"I hope to see you again." He murmured loud enough for me to hear. I froze for a second. Our backs facing each other with the wind blowing at my hair. I just clutched my arms, in the same manner, I did upon arriving towards the office earlier and continued in my path.

"Maybe" I answered more to myself than to him.

How Natalima looks on the inside when she told Dylan she'd run.

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