Chapter 14 A guardian needed
Amrah
Amrah!!!
Oh, you fucking little... Stand up and start your day!
I rolled over again, my cheeks burning hot. No, I'm not sick. I just can't stop thinking about last night, about where that confidence came from.
One minute, I was so scared of intimacy with my boyfriend, the next minute, I was humping his best friend like a bunny in heat.
I even let him finger me… remembering his inked fingers slipping into my shorts in the moment of desperation.
I even grabbed him by the neck like a... Why does everything with him feel so good? I wasn't even scared for a second when his fingers touched my clit.
My excitement was threatening to spill out of my chest instead. The way he handled me so gently was all I ever wanted. That was my first orgasm…
Grrrr…! My last alarm went off, pulling me out of my sinful daydream.
I had a model to submit in an hour but I couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed because I didn't know how to face Zayd or anyone at that.
“I can't see him… oh Jesus, I was so shameless” I muttered thinking of what to do.
Edison!
“Edie, do you know if Zayd has left the building?” I said as soon as he picked up the call which was immediately by the way.
“He didn't return to the building last night,” he replied.
Ha? He left? I was supposed to be happy but I felt sore.
“Come take me to school,”
“You said I am not allowed to…”
“I know, I want you to drive me today. I want to use the V-gate” I said in a bratty voice.
“Okay ma'm”
That part of me rarely heads out whenever I am having a rush of adrenaline like right now. I want to avoid everyone today. I just want to submit the building model we had to submit today and come back to my bed.
Maybe I could daydream some more, or work on the blueprint project.
Being an architecture student meant loads of projects every day. Not that I was complaining, but sometimes I would just be so lazy and out of it.
I pushed myself out of bed and dragged my feet to the bathroom. After dawdling for over half an hour, I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and was done.
I was wearing a light-colored cropped tank top that exposed my waistline paired with high-waisted, loose-fitting white pants and an overcoat.
I had arranged the tiny building model into a box, so I just picked it up and my tote bag along the way. Edison took the box from me as I walked out the door.
The V-gate was an entrance at the school where the 1% of the elite students could use because of some extra privileges, like sponsorship worth over 8 figures every six months, or someone like me whose father is the head advisor of the school's legal team.
As much as Minaret Towers claimed to be unbiased, they treated the Vs way above the rest of the students. While other students were not allowed to bring a bodyguard into the school, the V-students could.
And I found out there was a rank above the V, the X. The X has only two slots which were also filled, I didn't bother to know who filled them up and they were also mysterious.
I really hoped not to bump into Chris because he was also a V student. I could feel guilt gnawing at me in my stomach.
“Miss Van-Authr, your work looks fantastic as usual” the professor, whose name I keep forgetting, praised as usual after checking my work.
“Thank you, sir”
“Have you checked the new bulletin?" he asked.
“What? No” I took out my phone from my bag.
“Don't worry, I will brief you. We have a contest coming up between Minaret Towers and Minaret Academy. For the architecture department, I wish you would represent us alongside two others who can qualify for the spot”
“Ha? You want me to do that?”
“Miss Van-Authr, are you still bent on hiding yourself from the world?”
“I… I need time to think this through, please”
“Fine, but the first phase of the contest is in three months. It is of three phases”
Fame… I hated it.
It brings a lot of misfortune. Growing up as the daughter of a conglomerate that was always against the rich and the powerful people was full of misfortune and that left a lot of trauma in me.
I didn't want my building models to be displayed because I saw what Zayd went through when his engine blueprint was displayed.
Zayd, a genius in engineering made a blueprint of a sports car when he got a scholarship into Minaret Towers, he even gave pointers on building the engine, and it was a successful project.
Ever since then, the powerful families who had automobile companies have been on his neck wanting him to work for them.
Sometimes, I wonder how he survives the threats and dangers lurking around him after blatantly rejecting them all.
He didn't even consider his friendship with Chris before he rejected the Montgomery family as well. Everyone waited for the most powerful family to make their move and see if Zayd would reject them as well, but the Razlan family never did.
Razlan, the name alone sent shivers down everyone's spine whenever it was mentioned. No family dares to cross them even if they ally.
“Don't cross paths with anyone from Razlan, and if you do, use my name as much as you can and flee.” Dad once told me.
“I thought you were not scared of these big families.” I countered him.
“I'm not scared of them, but you… I fear for you. The world is not as pure as you think it is”
And that was how the conversation ended. I sighed as I walked out of the office, the world was too complicated for my clumsy self, I just wanted to curl up in my bed and sleep.
“Thank goodness you are here, I have been checking the libraries” Daphy sighed when she saw me walk out of the architecture department.
“Daphy, what's wrong?” She looked so distraught..
“Actually, I have to go home, but Zayd's phone called. They said he got into an accident last night and only the call to my phone went through. He has no guardian.”
“Zayd? Got into an accident last night? How?” I didn't even know what to say.
We were together until… I fled… ha! Edison said he left the building.
“Yeah. The pitiful guy has no one, not even his friend.” she sighed.
Chris?
“And I have to go home because my younger brother got into trouble again. So, can you please go to the hospital as Zayd’s guardian? I can't find Chris and he is not picking up his calls, probably busy shooting or so”
“Of course” I agreed without hesitation.
“Which hospital?”
“I will go with you, I will see him before I go home”