Capítulo 28: Chapter 28
"We should get close to our enemy so we can get to predict their next move and use it against them."
Sir Kingsley and Layla kept making eye contact despite their hatred for each other but not because of just anything, they did that as the meeting begun because Layla was quite curious about the news that she heard about him and Mrs. Vivian. He is looking at her because she is glancing at him, feeling slightly awkward at the foreign situation that they're in. Because of the hate, he never thought that Layla would look at him with such curiosity; for someone who truly hates him why is she curious about him, right?
Layla is wondering why Mrs. Vivian likes him and why did she ever think that she may have a chance with him if she goes nude? Layla hates the man with all her heart but she feels sorry for him because almost everyone knows (except Mrs. Vivian) that he just doesn't give a fuck about any of them other than himself. And certainly, everyone knows that he isn't like any normal man at his age, he's undoubtedly different. She's curious whether it's true or not but from what she can see from him, it's true.
He looks tired as hell, like someone who went to the gym and spent their last energy to workout then after that he fainted from exhaustion and woke up on the floor the next day because no one came to get him then even if he's exhausted mentally and physically, he walks to get home. He keeps on sighing and his eyes keep wandering like he has tons in his mind.
Even with that thought, she couldn't just laugh knowing that their principal is indecent and inappropriate with a teacher; she caused that look on his face. Just imagine what else she did to others? What could possibly be her reason for doing what she's doing? Is it possible that she acts that way without any reason at all?
Sir Kingsley coughed to try and make Layla's eyes divert away and scratched his nape in awkwardness. He instead looked away from her and focused on what Thomas Clermont is saying when he knew that she would not look away anytime soon.
Despite Layla's eyes on him, her attention turned to the president of the school when he asked the whereabouts of the principal but none of them spoke to explain nor reply to his question. The parents looked around the room while the teachers avoided eye contact as much as possible.
"I do not mean to intrude but I want to inform you that none of us actually likes Mrs. Vivian, so why don't you just find someone better?" One parent interrupted the silence and Mr. Clermont sighed.
"Yes, we're very sorry on behalf of her but we should at least inform her that she'll be replaced because it's the right thing to do." Mr. Clermont looked down at the table and stood up.
"I personally believe that Mrs. Vivian disappeared." They all turned their heads to the student who spoke timidly.
"Disappeared?"
She nodded and tore her eyes away from Sir Kingsley, darting her determined eyes towards the others one by one. "Because she couldn't take it anymore." She mumbled, barely heard by them if it isn't for the dead silence.
"Layla, what do you mean? You mean she uh, suicided?" Mr. Clermont asked while adjusting his tie, unbuttoning one of the buttons of his suit, a roll of sweat dripped down on his face down to the table because of the nerves that he's feeling due to the problem. Afraid that maybe, his school won't be prestigious anymore.
"No, she just disappeared as in we won't see her soon but she's not dead." The president sighed in relief and Sir Kingsley chuckled at that while shaking his head.
"Well then, she should know that she'll be replaced. I recommend a person." A parent raised her hand and walked towards the board, all of them looked at her as she took the marker and wrote something on the board. She stepped beside and gestured at the board without saying anything more. The president stepped towards it to look more clearly as she wrote it in an extremely messy cursive.
The president stepped back once again after he read it and shook his head. "I'm sorry but it's not possible." His eyes peeked at Sir Kingsley and shook his head again.
"Why? I recommend Sir Kingsley to replace her besides it's your apology in her stead."
"Yes, I get that and he's very much qualified for it but he has too much in his hands now to even handle the whole school."
"I do not need any more burden and I do not need an apology anyway." Sir Kingsley confirmed, agreeing with what his friend is saying.
"We want our children to be handled by you, you're the only one in this school that we actually trust our children with."
Layla snorted quietly.
Sir Kingsley plastered a small smile. "Well, I'm honored but I'm afraid I'll be better off as their teacher." He looks at Layla. "They can't handle knowing that I'm going to be their principal." He stood up and with mannerism, he bowed slightly. "I'll be off then, I still have classes to teach." He heads out of the door and surprisingly Layla tagged along with him after she bid all of them goodbyes.
The president was left stressed, not knowing what to do while the parents discussed how they'll manipulate him into agreeing, not knowing they're dealing with the devil.
While Sir Kingsley looked at Layla with furrowed brows as she looked at him but still remained a huge amount of distance between them. "You want something. Just tell me because I'm freaking curious too."
Layla flinched again after hearing his voice, knowing they're all alone in the hallway once again. She opened her mouth to say what's in her mind but says something different instead. "I'll try my best."
Sir Kingsley remained nonchalantly and inscrutable as he kept his eyes on her.
Layla then continued. "What," She sighed. "did you think about my answer there?" She quietly asked, sighing once again already regretting what she asked.
Sir Kingsley scoffed and gestured to himself. "Why does it matter what I think?"
"It doesn't. I just want to know because despite your reprimand you seemed pleased with what I said." Layla stated and Sir Kingsley nodded slowly while inhaling deeply.
"I am pleased." He turned around to walk away but she spoke again, causing him to groan.
"Then I'll try my best to continue pleasing you." Layla added, this time with no regret.
He turned around to face her. "I know what you're doing, Layla." He shrugged after. "But do what you want because if it somehow pleases you then be my guest. Now get lost, I have to teach."
Layla didn't move. "You know they got a point-"
"Yes, they do got a point but it doesn't matter to me." He interrupted in annoyance and anger as she keeps on testing his patience. He has little of it now considering what happened to him early in the morning.
"Then what matters to you?" She asked back.
"Nothing."
They stare at each other intensely then Layla finally decided to leave it after, bowing 90 degrees and saying, "It was nice talking to you, sir. See you later in class."
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