Escaping The Mafia King

Before Varys could catch up to her she turned around and ran. Not actually run, of course, otherwise he would get suspicious. She just wanted to get away from him without letting him get a hint of what she was feeling. She was still angry, alright! And she did not know how to express her anger except like this. Running away? Heck yeah. She could run from him until he stops chasing her. It is going to hurt for some time for sure but whatever. She needed him out of her sight.

She hurriedly passes between the groups of students, pushed them aside if she had to like a brat and immediately started going towards her class. It had already started and she just wanted to reach there before the professor did to avoid awkward confrontation like her first day.

"Hope!" she heard Varys shout.

She ignored.

He called out a couple more times. She ignored every time.

"Hope STOP!" Varys shouted but she was hell-bent on running away from him and there was no way in hell he was going to get to talk to her after he left her to die in the burning sunlight for three fucking hours.

He was just about to reach her. From hindsight, she saw him closing in as she reached the door of her classroom. He was just a few feet away from her when she dashed inside the classroom and found an empty seat. The professor was already here and this was not Varys' class so obviously he was not going to enter it.

Well, she was wrong.

As soon as she was seated, Varys stormed in.

Her eyes widened despite trying to control her reactions in front of him. He did one scan of the classroom, found her sitting, and immediately stormed ahead to sit next to her.

But the seats on her each side were already full. Thankfully.

She had just started to take a sigh in relief when he came to stand near the corner seat.

Varys said to the boy sitting beside

filled his eyes, immediately picked up his things and

Fuck.

was stuck. She could not move away because there was not an empty seat. She

held her breath, waiting for him to say anything. She knew he was going to say. She was sure as hell. Five minutes passed by, the professor started teaching, the class was going to be one

was

of them. And just when she thought that he will not say

or there is

really, really did. But as she did not want him to think that

out just as innocent as

angry he actually was, "You want to

am not running away." Hope gasped in surprise but did not look in his direction. She kept staring at the professor, pretending to be giving him the full

mumbled, "I am not

Yeah, definitely

are mistaken." she snapped in a

turned her face to himself, making her eyes finally collide with his, "Say it now again. Tell me you are not

glared at her. In any other sitiuation, she would not have dared to come across him when he was looking like this but right now she was angry too and fuck him if he thought he could get his

YOU!" she snapped through clenched teeth in a low voice as she

angry, huh?" He pulled her face closer to his, almost close enough to kiss her as he growled, "Why

not..." she started saying

fucking lying to