Chapter 38: Cold stares of my roommate
It was Tuesday afternoon, and Ruelle sat by the cold stone window, her gaze drifting towards the clouds that had darkened over the past few hours. She knew she should be focusing on the ongoing class, but her mind wandered to her Elite roommate, Lucian Slater.
With him giving her his old books, she thought things would simmer down, but they hadn’t. Since she had returned to Sexton, she somewhere felt like he was much colder to her than before. It was almost as if winter had settled between them, and a sigh escaped her lips.
"Ms. Belmont," a sharp voice cut through her thoughts.
Ruelle blinked, her attention snapping back to the present. Mr. Garrison, one of her professors, looked at her with narrowed red eyes.
"I asked you a question," Mr. Garrison repeated, his voice low and chilling. "Or were you too preoccupied with your thoughts to pay attention?"
A ripple of hushed laughter followed his words, carried mostly by the Elite vampires seated in the front rows, their sharp red eyes gleaming with amusement, along with a few human students who couldn’t hide their smirks.
What a wrong time to be distracted, thought Ruelle to herself. This is what happened when you thought about a male. Swallowing, she stood up to apologise,
"I apologise, Mr. Garrison. Could you repeat the question?"
A scoff echoed from the front row, coming from an Elite vampiress who leaned toward her friend and whispered, "Must still be saving up to get the books."