Chapter 56 FIFTY SEVEN
ROMAN’S POV
Roman moaned, the hamburger he had sneaked into the school, currently in his mouth. He nodded as he chewed, happy that he had satisfied his cravings.
“How long are we going to keep on hiding here?" Richie asked from behind him, pushing some broken chairs aside.
“I am not hiding,” Roman denied. “I am just simply moving away from all that toxicity.”
Richie snorted, shaking his head. “Look man, I am sure the rumors have died down. In fact, all anyone talks about is the tournament the school will be hosting next week. So honestly, we don’t really need to hide out here.”
“No one is asking you to stay here with me," Roman mutters, before eating the remaining hamburger.
Ever since that day two weeks ago, rumors had spread. Some had even changed the story, speculating that Roman had cheated on Kimberly, that was why she had slapped him in the cafeteria. In fact, for every person you asked, they had a different version of what happened.
Since that day, Roman had avoided the cafeteria. Instead choosing to eat his lunch in an empty classroom. It’s not that he was scared or anything of that sort, it was the unnerving glances, some had even invaded his privacy to ask him questions about what had happened.
So hiding here was the only solution Roman could think of.
“So!! the tournament,”Richie drawled out, changing the subject. “I heard it’s something the school holds once every year, and the winner gets amazing prizes.”
“So?” Roman asked, raising his eyebrows.
“So why don’t we participate?” We have been training nonstop, and I heard the tournament consists of different games. Different Alphas would be here to watch, so you are not only representing yourself, but also your pack.”
And besides, Richie says with a wide creepy grin, “think of how fun it would be.”
Roman snorted, "No thank you, those kinds of stuff are not my thing.”
“But why not?” Think of all the fun we could have, “and don’t you want to make your pack proud?”
Roman paused, his hands on his cheeks. “I have thought about it, and my answer is still no.”
Richie grumbled, folding his hands over his chest. They both peck up at the sound of the school bell. It was time for their last class for the day.
They grabbed their backpacks, before walking towards their locker room. They had Mr Castor’s class next, and Roman wouldn’t say he was excited to see the grumpy man.
After changing to their workout outfit, They both walked towards Mr Castor class. The class was already filled up, quickly they took their seats, waiting for Mr Castor to grace them with his presence.
Roman watched as the man strolled into the class with confidence. He rolled his eyes, cursing him under his breath.
Mr Castor didn’t say anything for a while, instead he just watched each and every one of them, making them uneasy.
“I am sure everyone has heard of the tournament the school will be hosting next week. He spoke out, leaning back against his desk. I have personally signed up a few people that would be representing our class in the upcoming tournament. So if you hear your name, wait behind while the rest of you can leave.”
Roman’s heart trumped hard at the news, he prayed, hoping that his name wasn’t part of the people Mr Castor had chosen to represent the class.
He dropped his head in resignation, his name was the first Mr Castor had called, before calling out four other names. Unfortunately Richie, who had really wanted to participate in the tournament, wasn't chosen.
“Lucky you,” Richie whispered, before leaving the classroom.
“Gather round,” Mr Castor says, clapping his hands together.
He waited till everyone was gathered, before explaining to them what he wanted.
Now the tournament will be starting next week, and we will be competing with others from different schools. Each and everyone of you will remain here after classes, so we could train more, and prepare ourselves.
He glanced at everyone, most with a look of excitement on their faces, while Roman had a look of foreboding.
After sharing the new schedule he had mapped out, he dismissed the class, asking Roman to stay back.
Mr Castor rested his back against his desk, an unreadable expression on his face as he regarded Roman.
“I know you do not want to participate in this tournament, but you said you wanted to find out more about how to help Emily, this tournament is your way out.”
Roman straightened up at the mention of Emily.
“How?” He asked, failing to see how fighting with other competitors could give him the answer he wanted.
“I want you to get close to this boy,” he said, handing Roman a picture.
“Who is this?” Roman asked, staring at the picture where a dark haired guy with menacing green eyes stared back from.
“We don’t know who he is, we only know that he works for one of the organizations we are currently tracking. Our spies had captured his face on one of their raids. Now according to the information gathered, he would be participating in this tournament as one of the students.”
“We need to know who he is, the organization he works for, and why he wants to disguise himself just to participate in this tournament. He might be after someone in this school, or one of the invitees.”
Roman sat there in astonishment. He had just wanted answers to the mate bond, and now he was acting as a spy.
“This organization’s you keep talking about, when are you going to tell me what they do, or stand for. I am about risking my life, I should at least know what I am getting myself into.”
Mr Castor didn’t say anything for a while, simply staring out the window.
“The less you know, the better for you.” All you need to know is the solution to your mate's problems, you don’t need to go deeper than that.
Roman gritted his teeth in frustration. “You tell me what this organization is, or you find someone else.”
Mr Castor laughed out loud at that, while Roman watched him in both embarrassment, and confusion.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to do it, we would find someone else. I myself, had personally told Anthony you weren’t up to the task. He begins packing up his stuff, paying Roman no heed.
“When you are ready to stop acting like a bratty child then you know where I will be.” Mr Castor glanced at Roman, before walking out of the classroom.
Roman bristled with anger, how dare that Asshole look down on him.
He glanced down at the picture in his hands, staring at the face of the boy in it.
He was going to find out what this organization was, even if it killed him.