Chapter 113: At the hospital
Andria’s POV
"Yes, but there’s more to it that I won’t like to disclose. How were classes today?" I asked, trying to divert the conversation, although that was a poor attempt.
Tristan chuckled and then turned to me, "You know that was a weak attempt to change the topic?"
My cheeks turned crimson, and I could feel my cheeks burning from blushing a lot. "But I ended up achieving the purpose. You see, you got the memo," I replied.
We got to the hospital faster than I had expected, or maybe it was because we talked along the way, and it didn’t feel like we were even walking.
I oddly enjoyed his company more than I would love to admit.
"You see, maybe they aren’t that bad after all," Athena whispered, her voice carrying a tone of excitement.
"I can only say for Tristan, don’t know about the other two and I know for sure that Zade isn’t so good," I replied to Athena.
When we arrived at Mel’s room, Becca, Arlo, Liara, and Michaela were already there; some other students were also present.
"This should be the nth time we are visiting the hospital this academic session," Arlo voiced out as we entered the room.
"Series of activities warranting it has been happening," Becca replied.
"Since the day I got into this academy, I haven’t been that relevant to get caught up in school drama, but since Aria stepped foot in our class, I’ve been caught up in the drama continuously. How interesting," Arlo accused.
"What a good way to say that I’m problematic. Not like I chose the drama, the drama decided to choose me," I defended.
"I love it though, at least I feel relevant even if it’s for a moment," Michaela mumbled.
"I’ve always been overlooked, sometimes bullied. I always wanted to be seen, but I was never seen. But since I started hanging out with you all, I’ve been seen, I’m not easily ignored any longer, so that’s an added advantage for me," Michaela added.
Arlo scoffed at me, and I glared at him.
"But the problems we get into aren’t worth the need to be seen, I prefer not to be caught up in the drama at all," I said, walking to the seat beside Mel’s bed, which no one has occupied.
"How’s Mel? Has she opened her eyes yet?" I asked with concern etched on my face.
I noticed the other students staring at Tristan; they were both happy and shocked to be in the same room as him.
One of them, sitting on the sofa across the room, stood up for him to sit down.
I swallowed hard. Why does he get to be treated specially everywhere he goes? We arrived together, but he was offered a seat before me.
Anyway, I already found myself a better seat.
"She’s been like this since we came. She’s in a comatose state, but they are handling the situation properly, and she will soon be back from it," Liara replied, a sad look on her face.
"She went through a lot, especially in the hands of those cruel bitches," Liara muttered.
"Yes, but we don’t have to talk about that here. You just happened to know that by chance.
I don’t want others to find out what happened to her. It’s confidential," I whispered to her, as she sat across me on the bed, close to Mel.
"Aria, you said you are going to fight against bullying when you become student council president. How do you intend to do that?" The student who stood up for Tristan asked.
I wondered if I came here for a campaign interview or just to see my friend.
Becca looked at me as if the question confirmed what she had earlier said about our visit to the hospital, which would help our campaign.
"First of all, this is not an appropriate place to discuss an issue like this, as I had just come here to see my roommate, but since the issues are linked, I would answer your question," I said, looking at the student.
"Secondly, whether I win the election or not, I intend to fight against bullying. But it would be better for me if I did it from a legal position.
I would love to set up an Anti-Bully Squad, whose role is to monitor students who are likely to be bullied and utilise the security surveillance camera to identify areas where high-ranking wolves frequently bully low-ranking wolves.
And there would be set penalties for offenders. Bullying won’t be acceptable in my tenure," I finished.
They clapped, and satisfaction spread across their faces.
Tristan smirked proudly at me, giving me a cute nod, and I couldn’t help but blush.
I caught Liara looking at me, then at Tristan, confusedly. Then she came close to whisper.
"I see you, I see what’s happening between you two. So, finally, you are setting your walls down for one of the successors. I wouldn’t believe it if someone else had told me."
"That was a great unprepared speech there," Tristan said. "Now that I’m aware you are safe, I guess I’ll take my leave.
And just as he was about to take his leave, he stopped as if he remembered something.
"Ari, make sure not to walk home alone, remember it’s not safe."
I noticed everyone’s attention was on me as he spoke; they looked at me as if I were the lucky one who had stolen their God’s heart.
"I never knew I had a dad whose name was Tristan," I said, rolling my eyes. "But I’ll do well not to walk home alone," I mimicked his tone.
He glared at me, and his eyes got red. I could see the other students cower in fear; they must have thought he would get violent, after all, they were junior students.
"When you get into danger like you did the last time, make sure to remember who your dad is," he said and turned the doorknob to go.
"I was handling them well, but you three won’t have it; you all must intervene," I retorted.
He smirked at me, as if it were a warning, opened the door, and shot it behind him.
I let out a sigh of relief, and I noticed the others did too.
"The aura oozing out of you two nearly set the room on fire," Liara remarked, and we all burst out laughing.