i reincarnated as a villain of a romance novel

chapter 15

The sound of a bell ringing  as a louds sound of hurried foot steps and opening if windows could be heard . Amongst them there laid I who was looking thought the corridors and decorated plain wooden walls trying to spot a metallic haired woman

I rush through the hallways bumping in to many groaning students and their morning drinks . The dusty old carpets darkening by the day glancing at a whiff of Rusty metal taping could be heard along the walls.

Standing in front of two huge steel doors there lye a sighs that quotes "BEWARE" and "DANGER"
Taking a big gulp I step a foot front

SPLASH  I lay on the floor with shock written plain on my face and a empty bucket next to me

What ?!!!!??!!??

My garnet and jacket was colored red so was my head of hair

Tsk I knew going to the art and crafting class was too dangerous but I couldn't sleep yesterday because of that bastard

That might have clouded my judgement

But I needed answers and in pursuit of that I ended up here ... Paint dripping down as if I was a part of the lines of clay sculptures on display 

I quickly look at the person standing in front frustrated . I eye him carefully showing my distaste and disregard front basic etiquette

His fierce purple eyes and unvaivoring attitude tell me all I needed

Jumping quickly I push past him and side step him and enter the main room of the arts and crafting class

For all the eye could see there is lines of paint of different colours trailing along the walls so much so that the origin paint of the walls could only be spotted near the sealing and the desks and table are filled with glass or metallic cans or cups with brushed and pencils in them . The colorful vomit of paint decorations the floor and jugs of paint buckets littered

There lies at the center a circular set of tables for figure drawing and a row of canvases stacked on one of the corner

On one of the walls there is a mural of a beautiful brunette most likely the teaches deceased daughter . And shelves and shelves of clay, dirt and rocks of all different kinds . Some sculptures align the top of those selves one a horse a skull and most importantly a face .

I step forward and there she is Agatha . With her perfectly done hair and face looking diligent as ever

I purposefully came before the class started

You look ridiculous " she said rolling the r

Arg mati how's yourrr day been " I mockingly say back while elbowing her gently

I could see her tense up in an attempted to cover the laugh but nonetheless she loses the battle

With tears in her eye she asked " why does it look like someone just committed murder ,

"...and is that person in particular need help burning the evidence"

"Asking for a friend of course " she said winking back .

I roll my eyes

" I don't do murders" emphasizing on the last words " I prefer the term neutralize"

" HA ha very funny " she said looking curios " So what did you come here for looking like you escaped an insane asylums'

" Number one  JOSH , Number two I wanna ask you something in private " she looks around and mutters yes we are in private pointing out the non existent presence of any one there

"Yes" i almost shouted "when where you gonna tell me you were the fiancé of the crown prince ????"

"When pig fly and birds honk"

"That is definitely not how that fraise goes " She gives me an innocent look but the mischievous side is apparent

Well you see I already assume you knew as like common knowledge but realizing now" she said as if point to every day from last month " maybe I should have expected this to happen . Why are you asking now??"

She has a nasty habit of redirect questions and changing the topics

"No reason just over heard it from some of the upperclassmen and decided to confirm " she looked as if to call my bluff but at the last second decided that it wasn't worth it .