Chapter 86: [Oracle of Past] [7] [back in the academy]

Chapter 86: [Oracle of Past] [7] [back in the academy]

In the second-year building of the bustling academy, a girl with porcelain-smooth skin sat on a bench placed on the side of an empty hall.

Her beautiful blue hair, tied in a side-braided ponytail, touched her waist.

Her sapphire blue eyes, adorned with long eyelashes, were fixed on the phone in her hand, displaying a single message.

<I will be out for a while, please don't wait for me>

"Sigh..."

Sighing, she closed her phone before leaning on the bench, her vacant gaze directed at the clear sky above.

Step, step.

The sound of light footsteps echoed beside her before someone took a seat next to her.

"....."

With her dark purple hair tied in a low ponytail, she sat quietly, her purple eyes focused on her hands placed on her knees.

"....I am sorry," Avril whispered softly, her gaze still on her hands.

"....I am not the one you should be saying that to," Christina muttered, her vacant gaze shifting towards Avril.

"....Where is he?" She inquired, rubbing her eyes, red from crying.

Instead of replying, Christina opened her phone and passed it to Avril.

"Where did he go?" Avril asked frowning, passing the phone back.

"...No idea. I tried calling him, but he isn't picking up," Christina replied, shaking her head.

"....."

"...If you have nothing else to say, then leave me alone," Christina advised without looking at Avril, who remained silent.

"...Are you angry?" Avril asked hesitantly, rubbing her sweaty palms.

"...I am not," She replied, her voice devoid of any emotion.

"...I am sorry. I wasn't in my right—."

"....You have no idea how much I wish to just rip your throat out for what you said to him yesterday," she snapped, straightening her back and glaring at Avril.

Flinching Avril turned towards her with a blank expression, her lips trembling. "....Christina, I know—."

"....What do you know!?" Christina shouted, her glare intensifying.

"...Do you have any idea how much your words would have hurt him!?"

"....I was wrong, I know—."

"....You are his elder sister, Avril, but... since childhood, he acts more mature than you," Christina complained, letting out a tired sigh, causing Avril to cry again.

"...Why are you taking his side?" Avril choked out the words between her tears.

"....How can you forget how much he hurt you—throwing objects at you, cursing you, flirting with other girls in front of you—."

"...If he would have been happy with me being away from him, I would have happily left him alone."

Christina interjected softly, leaning on the bench. "...But no... whenever I stay away from him, all I see is relief.... I haven't seen him happy in years."

"How...How can you not hate him?" Avril whimpered, looking at her.

"...No, I do hate him..." Christina acknowledged, nodding her head before continuing,

"....I hate him when he keeps everything to himself...

when he doesn't ask for help...

when he doesn't lean on me...

when he doesn't cry when he feels like crying...

doesn't laugh when he feels like laughing... I hate him for all of this..."

"....."

Avril silently cleaned her tears, her words choked in her mouth, and only unrecognizable whimpers came out of it.

"...my only mother figure died because of him—."

"...May I come in?" Christina asked, entering the room with Avril walking behind her.

"....Come on."

Avril grumbled, looking around the room which was filled with posters of a purple-haired boy taken from hidden places.

".....How many members do you have?" Christina asked, glaring at the two girls who stood trembling at the side.

"...T-thirty-nine." One of them replied, stuttering.

"...How can you like him, knowing how he is?" Avril asked, with an absurd look on her face.

"...H-he i-is quite h-handsome—"

"Even the fallen ones were handsome. Do you like them as well!!" She exclaimed, glaring at them.

Their faces turned pale as they bowed deeply, "...w-we will disband the club immediatel—."

"....There is no need for that." Christina interjected, pointing at the posters, "....Just send all the posters to my room."

"Y-yes?"

"...And if you are going to continue the club, then...."

walking closer to them, she instructed, glaring at them ensuring her words are clear enough,

"....Make sure all the girls have long nails, or I swear I will cut their hands myself."

The girls' already-drained faces turned white from fear....

"...am I clear?"

"Y-yes ma'am."

"Good."

Saying so, she turned around, walking outside of the room...

"...You act like a Villainess sometimes," Avril remarked, walking beside her.

"...Do I?" She asked, tilting her head.

Nodding her head, Avril asked with a light frown, "...but why did you leave them alone? I was sure you would fry them up."

"I don't own Az...they can admire him from afar if they want."

She replied with a smile that didn't hide her possessiveness, "...in the end, he is only mine."

"...Wait! Where are we going?" Avril asked in panic as Christina turned towards the first-year classroom.

"....Did you notice something common in the background of every photo?" she asked, glancing at her watch.

"...Right, that girl with caramel hair."

"No..."

"Then who?"

"Oliver....why was he in every damn photo?"

"...Wait, are you more worried about Oliver than that girl!?"

"...I know her." Clenching her fist tightly, she replied, her voice barely audible, "...Ashlyn."

RINGGG!!!

The bell for the end of the class rang as they arrived closer to the classroom, and it wasn't long before the corridor started to fill with students.

"...Wait, let me find Miley as well." Avril mumbled before separating from her.

But Christina's steps slowed down as a girl with white hair came into her vision.

Arianell's gaze also met hers as they both stood in their place for a while before they walked closer.

They both once again looked into each other's eyes before Arianell walked past her, mumbling, "....Take care of him."

Christina remained silent before she glanced at her one last time, looking at her departing figure.

"Remember me, senior Christina."

But she quickly shifted her view as a boy with brown hair stood inches away with a bright smile.