His Unwanted Bride

Chapter 4

Krystal

(The next day)

“Krystal? What are you still doing?” Ms. G called out my name as she noticed that I was still lying on the sofa in the living room, while watching a video on my phone.

“I was watching… not until you called out my name though.” I replied to her jokingly.

“What time is it? Isn’t it time for you to go to school?” She asked. Well, this scene is so nostalgic. She was the same when it was during my time in high school. But back then, I could not reason out with her since I was still young, but now that I am older, I will try to do the trick on her again.

“Yeah.” I replied shortly to her.

“You will be late for school if you stay here longer.” She said to me in a very soft voice. Well, now she is still calm.

“That’s the point. I want to be late for class.” I replied to her.

I know that after the fun ends every first day of school, on the next day, it is the beginning of classes. If I go to school this early, I am a hundred percent that I will be part of the ‘introduce yourself’ and that is what I don’t want to participate in.

I really hate that, and I can’t help but to wonder why some like it a lot. Also, another reason why I don’t like it is because I know that there will be classmates of mine who still don’t know who I really am and if they hear my name, I know that they will start their fakery.

“No. You can’t be late for school.” She replied to me, but now with a commanding voice. She literally, effortlessly, changed from being soft to this.

Sometimes, I can’t help myself and become scared of her.

“I don’t want to,” I replied to her.

“Fine, then I will call your dad then.” She replied to me and after hearing those words coming out of her mouth, I instantly replied.

“I will go now, don’t tell dad.” I said to Ms. G, she surely knows my weakness and whenever I try not to be a good obedient person, she always does this to tame me.

“Good. Now pack your things up and go.” She said to me with a command.

“Ugh!” I exclaimed to myself. Of course, I can’t do that to her, it would be disrespectful, but all I wanted was to let go of the current stress I am having.

I stood up from lying on the bed and put my shoes on since I had taken them off when I was lying on the bed. I am already wearing my uniform and now it looks wrinkled.

“Didn’t I iron your clothes yesterday?” She asked as soon as she saw my wrinkled uniform.

“You did.” I replied shortly.

“See? You just wrinkled your clothes. What am I going to do with you?” She said with a bit of drama.

I think that she was thinking of ironing it again and I know that it is tiring. I hate ironing clothes. That is why she does it for me even though I should do it. Not that she is my personal maid, she should do everything for me.

“It is okay. It is my style.” I replied to her.

Well, I never mind about the way that I present myself to others and I know that somehow, others are calling me off trend and I still don’t care. I believe that as long as you look well with the clothes that you are wearing, you should go for it.

I just simply look good in any clothes. And it is not my fault.

“Fine. Do whatever you want, but you should go now.” She replied to me.

“O----kay---.” I replied to her as I prologued the word so that she would know what I was feeling now. I started walking outside the house and saw the car and the driver ready as soon as I opened the door.

I feel like I am just pushing myself to go there and feel tired thinking about going to school suddenly at that moment.

“Good, now get in the car.” She said to me.

“Is there a chance that you will change your mind?” I asked her, begging.

“Not a chance, just go now.” She replied to me.

“Fine. Bye.” I said and went inside the car.

“Good bye. Make friends.” Ms. G said before the car started.

Why is she still up to that? I would never have any friends, most especially making one.

If she had not brought up dad, I would have continued doing that for her longer and took the time debating with her until she realized that I was already late for school.

Even though I really do not want to go to school, I have to do it for my image from my dad’s perspective at least. I cannot let my dad be disappointed in me.

Everything I have been doing so far is because of him and I will continue to do the same thing in the future. To make him happy, to be an obedient daughter and make him proud of me.

I have been doing all these things but I never heard him say that he is proud of me. That is why I keep doing so until I get the thing that I wanted to hear the most.

“We arrived at your school.” My driver said.

“Thanks.” I replied to him and opened the door of the car.

He then continued to drive the car out of the school campus. The driver just dropped me in front of the school’s building. He made sure I was inside so I would not skip my class. I think that Ms. G told him to do it.

“As if I was skipping my classes. I never did that kind of thing,” I said to myself.

Because if I do, there is a big possibility that dad will know about it and I can’t afford to do such a thing. I am afraid to do that.

Luckily, I had my hooded jacket in my bag so I took it out of my bag and wore it so that people would not recognize me that easily. I can simply use the hood to cover my face all over. I really don’t like people looking at me.

I had already studied where my classroom would be so I went directly there.

When I got near, I noticed that the classroom was almost full. And the professor is talking at the front.

“Good morning, professor.” I said as I entered the classroom.

“Good morning.” She replied and then I walked to the back where I could see a seat that was left.

I am so thankful that my classmates did not choose to sit in the back because I like sitting there. I have to avoid sitting in the front because it does not suit my personality. Being at the back gives me an advantage.

I can see what people are doing but they can’t see what I am doing.

“Okay, so now that we are complete, let us introduce ourselves one by one, starting from the ones at the front.” The professor said.

“So I guess they were all waiting for me to come so we could start by introducing ourselves. It means that I was the last student in the class to enter the classroom,” I said to myself.

As soon as the teacher said that, my classmates started to introduce themselves. I really wonder how they can introduce themselves with so much information. Some even mentioned their weird hobbies, like what? It is not that we need that kind of information. I believe that stating your name is enough. Again, this is only from my own perspective.

“Hi, my name is James Ellis, your new student council member,” he said.

“Oh! Why does his name and voice sound familiar?” I asked myself and tried to look at him well.

“Oh! The guy at the stalls? And the club room. I can’t believe we are classmates,” I said to myself.

"He really is something, his confidence is something that I can't achieve even a bit." I said to myself.

We met each other from time to time. I guess he saw me a while ago though.

Time passed until there was only one person left before it was my turn to introduce myself, so I put down the hood so that I could present myself well. The professor might be mad at me if I continued to cover my face all over.

“The name is Krystal Evans,” I said as I stood for seconds and immediately sat back on my chair.

“Ms. Evans and Mr. Ellis. It is nice to have both of you in the same class. For those who do not know these folks, they are among the outstanding students out there. I am honored to be your professor in charge.” She said to us while smiling.

“She should have said James’ name first before mine. And she could not have said our names in the first place. Now my classmates will think more bad things about me. What’s new?” I said to myself. That has always been the case. Whatever I do, they will respond that I buy everything, even my grades, with money. Such a very ironic story to start with.

“I heard she paid her previous teachers for good grades.” A classmate of mine said. She did not even try to whisper it to her friends, apparently, she wanted me to hear it.

“Yeah, that is why she became the valedictorian,” The other replied. Look at them, ending their sentences with stories that they can't even prove by themselves.

“Wow! They do not know me and now are talking as if they knew everything about me.” I said to myself and just did not take a lot of care.

“Okay, so now that we all know each other, I will have to remind you that you are a college student now and we should all know our responsibilities too. Make Ms. Evans and Mr. Ellis your role models and it is for sure that you will all become successful in the near future.

“There she goes again.” I said to myself. I hope she stops saying my name because it is not good to hear, in the first place. I feel so uncomfortable.