Escaping The Mafia King

Chapter 20: 20

Before Varys could catch up to her she turned around and ran. Not actually run, of course, otherwise he would get suspicious. She just wanted to get away from him without letting him get a hint of what she was feeling. She was still angry, alright! And she did not know how to express her anger except like this. Running away? Heck yeah. She could run from him until he stops chasing her. It is going to hurt for some time for sure but whatever. She needed him out of her sight.

She hurriedly passes between the groups of students, pushed them aside if she had to like a brat and immediately started going towards her class. It had already started and she just wanted to reach there before the professor did to avoid awkward confrontation like her first day.

"Hope!" she heard Varys shout.

She ignored.

He called out a couple more times. She ignored every time.

"Hope STOP!" Varys shouted but she was hell-bent on running away from him and there was no way in hell he was going to get to talk to her after he left her to die in the burning sunlight for three fucking hours. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

He was just about to reach her. From hindsight, she saw him closing in as she reached the door of her classroom. He was just a few feet away from her when she dashed inside the classroom and found an empty seat. The professor was already here and this was not Varys' class so obviously he was not going to enter it.

Well, she was wrong.

As soon as she was seated, Varys stormed in.

Her eyes widened despite trying to control her reactions in front of him. He did one scan of the classroom, found her sitting, and immediately stormed ahead to sit next to her.

But the seats on her each side were already full. Thankfully.

She had just started to take a sigh in relief when he came to stand near the corner seat.

"Do you mind sitting elsewhere?" Varys said to the boy sitting beside her.

The boy beside her gave one look to Varys, recognition filled his eyes, immediately picked up his things and moved to the seat right behind them.

Fuck.

And now she was stuck. She could not move away because there was not an empty seat. She could not openly ignore him if he talked because then he would definitely get suspicious.

Varys settled beside her. She held her breath, waiting for him to say anything. She knew he was going to say. She was sure as hell. Five minutes passed by, the professor started teaching, the class was going to be one and a half-hour long and she was stuck.

Her life was officially a hell.

The silence stretched between both of them. And just when she thought that he will not say anything and surprising had missed her attempts of running away from him, he said,

"Is it enough or there is more?"

She thought of ignoring him. She really, really did. But as she did not want him to think that she was actually ignoring him, she gulped down the nervousness and replied softly,

"What?" her tone thankfully came out just as innocent as she wanted it to be.

"Your running." He gritted through clenched teeth, letting her know how angry he actually was, "You want to take part in a marathon?"

"I am not running away." Hope gasped in surprise but did not look in his direction. She kept staring at the professor, pretending to be giving him the full focus but in reality, her focus was nowhere near that old man's useless spouting.

"You are, Hope." Varys mumbled, "I am not an idiot if you have noticed."

Her lips pursed in a thin line. Yeah, definitely not an idiot for leaving someone stranded.

"Well, you are mistaken." she snapped in a low tone.

"Oh, I am?" Varys grabbed her chin and turned her face to himself, making her eyes finally collide with his, "Say it now again. Tell me you are not ignoring me."

His face was set in a deep frown as he glared at her. In any other sitiuation, she would not have dared to come across him when he was looking like this but right now she was angry too and fuck him if he thought he could get his way out of her right now.

"I. AM NOT. IGNORING YOU!" she snapped through clenched teeth in a low voice as she could muster.

"Then why are you so angry, huh?" He pulled her face closer to his, almost close enough to kiss her as he growled, "Why the fuck are you angry if you are not trying to run away from me?"

"I am not..." she started saying but he interrupted,

"And stop fucking lying to me!" he gritted.

"I am not ly..."

"And ignoring my calls! And messages! And meetings!"

"I didn't tr..."

"Were you even sick? You blocked me out for four fucking days!"

"I was! I..."

"You even told your mother to not let me in!"

"I was sick! I did not..."

"You keep lying!" he snapped in a louder voice, "You keep ignoring and you keep lying and you ask me to believe you? Are you fucking serious right now?"

And then that was it for her. He kept on stating his point, saying things to her without even listening to her and he kept on spouting truth and she could not take it anymore. Wrenching her face out of his grasp she let herself free,

"ALRIGHT!" she shouted, "Yes, I am angry! Yes, I am ignoring you! So WHAT?!"

She had completely forgotten where she was and what she was doing and how much louder she had said the words.

As soon as she stopped speaking the whole classroom got filled with snickers and whispers. And then the booming voice of professor snatched her attention,

"OUT YOU BOTH! RIGHT NOW!"