How do I explain? Reema thought to herself as he asked her almost demandingly what she wanted. She couldn't tell him she didn't want to go home, nor could she explain why it was the infirmary she chose to sleep in. It was all a mix up even to her...
She struggled to read the mans expression as she scanned his eyes for any sign of embarrassment- none was to be found.
If he did luckily at least seem to be embarrassed she could easily scoop by him by flirtatious comments- but this wasn't the case.
Sigh...one of the few people I can't quite seem to read.
What was she to do? No one has ever seen her body exposed, nor her personality, even the many odd guys she's managed to grab a date with, but, a school nurse, for her first?
She wasn't going to let him know anything, she had to think of an explanation, but with what skills? Reema was so used to getting out of trouble by seducing people with her looks and words of speech, that being in this situation meant nothing but to show her personality- or, her fake one at least. Change the question, she thought, by doing this she could avoid his nosiness. All Reema had to do was be rude, one person disrespecting her wasn't going to hurt that much...right?
"Excuse me? I am the Female Representative of the Student council, I do as I wish in this school as long as it's no harm to other students or member of staff. Sir, if I have harmed you in any sort of manor with all due respect I do apologise, now get out, while I finished getting changed." She looked at him with pleading eyes of which seemed to be acted. Maybe he would pity her and step out, giving her a chance to escape.
She glanced at him for another two seconds, his posture wasn't as it was yesterday- elegant and calm. No, today it was lacking something, yes, it was lacking it's form of pride. The man stood before her seemed to be holding something, no, hiding something.
"Sensei, everyone has secrets." She looked down to the floor once more, realising that this was how she should have answered him with in the first place. She lifted her head elegantly back up, pulling out her scrunchie and letting her hair flow down. With in seconds she was walking towards the irritated man, not so much wearily, but she did look fragile, like a thin layer of glass that could be crushed if you caressed it.
Closer and closer she walked, stopping around 5 inches away from him, she held out her hand.
Yes, making him tell me what he's hiding will avoid his suspicions.
Reema was scared of people knowing the truth about her...
"What is it? Your secrets mine." |