Solitude (COMPLETED)

What's coming next.

I was about to leave, when the older man spoke again, apparently to himself, but for me to hear.

“well, I asked Ana to meet me yesterday, I need to know why did she not come.”

My face stiffened as I heard her name come out of his bloody mouth.

“Ana?” Jenna sounded confuse.
I sighed and tried taking some deep breaths, anything that could control my madness at this minute.

I turned to the two teachers who were looking at each other.

“why would Ana meet you?” Jenna sounded genuinely puzzled.

Peter scoffed at her and looked at me, eyeing me as if he knows something.

“you are uninformed Ms. Jenna. That’s bad.  Ana did not go to the trip with you guys. She stayed back in the hotel.”

“Why?” this was news too her.

“she was unwell. Apparently. I don't know she might just be in a bad mood otherwise.”
  The old professor looked at me and smirked.

“I asked her to submit her form in a written format, she did not turn up, I need to know why.” He turned back to Jenna.

My core was filled with rage I hadn’t ever experienced for any man, except him. but I had to stay silent.
One wrong word, from my mouth and Ana or me or both of us could be out of the academy.

Jenna was now looking at me. confused and yet assured, as if she had figured out everything.

“I’ll check what’s up the kids.” The senior professor excused himself.

Not wanting anymore interactions about yesterday, I turned to head back to my room.

“Is that why?” Jenna held my hand to stop me from turning around. I looked at her in confusion.

“It was because of her, wasn’t it.?” If I was not wrong, I did see tears in her eyes.
Was she literally crying.

“What are you talking about.” My failed attempt to dodge the question.

“You came down to meet Ana. Because you learnt, that Ana wasn’t on the trek with us. You were with her the entire time yesterday, weren’t you?” her cries were now loud and audible in her voice. Her voice was filled with anger and sadness if I was deciphering it right.

“I have provided you with a valid explanation Jenna. There is no reason for us to continue this discussion.” I removed her hand from mine, as her grip became lose at my words.  I felt bad for her to be honest, but I cannot understand her need to know about my personal affair.

And I don’t have to necessarily tell her, especially when I know, she would not understand shit.

I walked back to my room and decided to call Ana and tell about the matter before leaving for breakfast.

ANA’s POV:

We were all set to leave for Alark. Putting our bags in the bus and taking final pictures of ourselves in front of the hotel,  in front of this beautiful, quiet place we might never come back to.

Ofcourse none of the pictures could describe our wonderful experience here, mine especially.

Misunderstandings and resolving them, fear of losing someone and the peace and satisfaction to have them back, loving someone and claiming it, everything.. even the night yesterday, everything was a first, a beautiful experience.

I was smiling to myself, blushing at the thoughts, my eyes still scanning for him in the crowd that had gathered outside the hotel.

I was looking out for him when I saw our lady professor come in my direction. Her steps wide and bold. Her face furious. Her eyes, moist. Atleast in my perception.

She came and stood before me, crossing her arms and inhaling deep as if calming herself down before finally speaking to me.

“I just want straight answers to my questions. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Her speech, monotonous.

I nodded, scared.
What’s coming next?

Eric had called me and informed about whatever happened and he did warn me to stay away from her as much as I can.
But I guess, right now, I have no escape.

“So, where were you yesterday?” she started with something she already knew.

“Here in the hotel.”

“why?”

“she was not--” Lara, who was standing next to me the entire time, spoke on my behalf. But she was made to stop midway.

“I ain’t asking you Lara Miller. Stay out of it.” She interrupted, her hand in air, indicating her to stop.

“Why were you not on the trek?” she asked again as she turned to me.

“I wasn’t well.” I kept it short.

“With whose permission?”

“Prof. Peter.” I was starting to get anxious. I knew I  was asked to submit a written application, that I did not.

“right. So did he not ask you for any application.” I know where this is going.

I nodded in response.

“where is it then?”

I stayed silent.

“WHERE THE HELL IS IT MS. ANA GRACE.” She screamed on top her voice that for a moment I doubted if it's the same voice that sings and teaches us music.

I was doing everything I could to keep my tears at bay. This female doesn’t deserve to see me cry like this.

Her voice had gathered enough attention from everyone around. Perhaps that is what she wanted.

“I did not give.” My voice, now weak

“Why” she went back to her monotone.

I had no excuse. I stayed shut.

“I had given medications before leaving and she dozed off to sleep.” Lara came up with one.

I looked at her internally thanking her for a witty side.

Ms. Jenna opened her mouth and closed it again, finding nothing to point at now.

“yes. I had written the application. But I couldn’t give it since I was so unwell.” I removed the application that I had written yesterday from my bag.

“but yet--”she still had something to say

“That’s enough. She has given her reason, and I don’t think it’s that big of a deal.” Eric came from between the crowd that had gathered around us.

I sighed of relief that was audible enough to make Jenna turn her head towards me again.

He came and took the application from my hand. “it clearly says she was unwell and therefore independently decides to miss the trek as she wishes to stay back and rest.” He passively read the letter out loud for everyone.

“She was late.” Jenna stated again and looked for Prof Peter, who was standing far behind in the crowd, witnessing everything, to defend her.

“Right” Eric turned towards me.

“So give an application to Mr. Williams as soon as we join the academy back. Meet him personally if required, and explain it to him.” I nodded in response.

“but--”

“I think we are done here, aren’t we Prof Peter.” He said nothing and just turned around.

“we are late, let’s leave.” Eric said again and left.
We followed him to the bus he was going in.

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