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A dark red flashed through the corridors. Despite the red colour, the temperature seemed to drop wherever the figure went. The figure headed straight to the staffroom. Her eyes, a sharp and piercing blue. Every turn she took, with a frantic pace, a cold air trailed.

The students she passed all shivered as if a blizzard came and went. The lingering colour of her hair and her gaze left mixed feelings within the passersby: fear, disgust and hidden blend of fondness and respect.

Like a strong and violent wind, She swung open the staffroom door. Multiple eyes gave the girl at the door their attention immediately. She was sweating but no other hint of exhaustion could be seen. Her face remained neutral without a hint of her intention. Her eyes on the other hand, her eyes were a storm in turmoil.

“What do you want, Ms. Chaperfield?” one teacher snapped, visibly annoyed.

Quite a few of the teachers looked on at the girl with similar annoyance. A girl so full of rumours, a reputation of pure evil and cold, calculating and cruel was what nearly anyone at this school saw in her.

“It’s Drew,” she said, an icy venom coating the name.

“And what has the student president done?” the same teacher inquired nonchalantly. “Or is this another one of your ploys of jealousy to get back with your ex?”

Rude teacher.

The temperature seemed to drop. She stared at the teacher in disgust. He flinched as a shiver was sent up his spine. He couldn’t seem to move either, as if his feet were frozen in place. A haunting silence passed when another teacher entered the open staffroom door.

“Rosalyn?” he asked worryingly. “What are you doing here?”

The tension faded a bit. The room seemed to warm up again. This man was kind despite his strict teaching methods, favoured by both students and staff alike. The school’s head of physical education: Mr. Gonwilly. But the one thing many did not understand about him was his tolerance, especially for a girl like Rosalyn.

“It’s Drew,” she repeated. “He’s forcing himself on one of the female students.”

“Ms. Chaperfield, do you really expect us to believe you? This is obviously a plot to get back at your ex-”

“Roger,” Mr. Gonwilly warned. “ That’s going too far. Shut up and listen to what the missy has to say.”

The room was silent again.

“Rosalyn, can you tell us how you came to this conclusion?” the PE teacher asked.

She explained Drew approaching a girl and taking her inside the building. As they walked away, she noticed an unsightly and dangerous look in his eyes. Eyes radiating lust as he took stealthy glances at the girl. The teachers were skeptical, fully in belief that the “eeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil” girl, Rosalyn, was only trying to stir trouble. All except, Mr. Gonwilly.

He immediately began discussing with Rosalyn for the details, but the longer they talked the more the turmoil in her eyes grew. It took barely any time before she brought up a search. Mr. Gonwilly had easily noticed her turmoil, her not so noticeable panic and distress. He brushed the formality of discussion, and the two went together in search, leaving the skeptical staff.

Not a single of the remaining teacher’s believed that such a well behaved student and student representative council president, that was Drew, would do such a thing the hated Rosalyn claimed. Many would have had her expelled if not for the influence her family held. Though many children of influential families could be found in this private school, the Chaperfields were of the highest in status and wealth. So none could ever truly look down on her in a sense, disregarding Rosalyn’s reputation.

Back to the search.

Rosalyn grabbed Mr. Gonwilly by the arm, dragging him towards the direction she saw Nell and Drew headed last. She moved efficiently weaving through the crowds of students, Mr. Gonwilly barely kept up with the unexpected turns. She stopped at a fork and grabbed the closest student.

“Where did Drew take Nell?” she spat, her piercing gaze and icy aura leaving the not so poor student holding their bladder.

Now it may seem like just some random student she grabbed, but this student happened to stick out like a sore thumb, standing so on guard watching everyone, all jittery and fiddling. And they were one of Drew’s extreme loyalists.

“I-I,” shaken beyond their wits they spilt the beans straight away. 

“They're on the other side of the school in the classroom at the end of the longest corridor!”

How did they remember that?

It seemed too long away. Rosalyn's face scrunched up in distress. Letting go of Mr. Gonwilly’s arm and his extra weight, she ripped her skirt off revealing her sport shorts underneath and ran.

Somewhere in the shadows, quiet fangirling persisted.

“W-wait, Rosalyn. Don’t run a- and she’s gone,” Mr. Gonwilly sighed, jogging after her.

She ran with all her might, the worst of situations flashing in her mind. Memories too. Drew’s revolting hands on her. His disgusting lustful eyes. His dirty blood tainting her new shoes as she stepped on his ugly mug. Ugh. It did not take long for Rosalyn to reach the room with her strong, slim and sexy legs. She reached for the door knob. But before she could continue she heard sobbing.

“No,” a fearful voice said quietly. “No, please stop Drew. I don’t want this. Please, stop.”

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Slam. The door was kicked to the ground. Time seemed to stop. All eyes on Rosalyn. It was quiet for a moment. Shock ensued. Then glaring.

“Why are you here?” Drew growled. “To take me back? Well it's too late. I have someone else now.”

He could not see her eyes as Rosalyn slowly walked towards them. Gazing at the older male’s hands all over the adorable Nell. A thousand blizzards seemed to blaze up at once. Cold was her aura but Drew, stupidly, stood his ground. He flinched, however, at a glimpse at her poison coated glare. Face to face they were, Drew still bent over Nell, his tall ass lined up perfectly with Rosalyn’s height despite that. With a blur of her arm, she sucker-punched him in the nose.

“Perish, you fiend,” she said in her icy and husking voice dealing him even more damage to his hp and ego as he hit the floor. His tie flung out the window with the impact.

Meanwhile, outside, Diee and Ther were taking a stroll and cursing when a tie hit Diee on the face. Though, annoyed for a bit they soon recognised whose tie it was and began fighting over it and squealing like piggies.

Rosalyn knelt down to Nell as she held out her arms. Nell flinched at the approaching figure but, looking up, she was met with a saddened and worried but warm expression of the notorious “Ice Queen”. Captivated by the expression, Nell’s eyes shone in awe through her tears. She closed the distance, embracing the warmth of the other girl.

“S-stop this Rosalyn! She’s mine! I-I even confessed! She said she loves me!” all huskiness and majestic tone broken in distress.

“Yours? Trash like you doesn’t deserve to be with someone like Nell. All you’d do is taint her innocence,” she said in disgust.

Getting up for a moment. She stepped towards Drew. By now, he had gathered enough sense to cower before her superior, intimidating and pressuring gaze and aura. Rosalyn swung back her leg, emphasizing the well toned shape of her calves and thighs. In an effortless motion, she struck his stomach. In another motion, she aimed right at his crown jewels, leaving him coughing, and writhing in his painful well deserved suffering. Then she turned back to the still tearful Nell. Kneeling again in an offer of a warm embrace, covering the girl's disheveled self with her jacket.

“W-why are you helping me?” Nell sobbed quietly.

Rosalyn pondered. Then, in one swift movement, she got up, Nell cradled in her arms. She took soft strides out of the room without a second glance at Drew groaning in pain on the floor. All of her attention was focused on comforting the girl in her arms as she walked. Nell relaxed a little, embracing the warmth, shyly wrapping her arms around Rosalyn’s neck. Rosalyn looked at Nell, eyes radiating the warmth of a pleasant summer sky, and smiled. Unprepared, Nell blushed in surprise of the unfamiliar expression. With the atmosphere warm and bright, Rosalyn answered with a soft reply.

“Because I like you.”