headmaster styles.

We Meet Again

"Do you trust me with telling you the truth and only the truth?"

"I don't know. Are you drunk?" I asked harshly and he rolled his eyes.

"I can promise you I haven't had a single drink. And I am only here on business. Trust me, it wasn't my choice to be here. You're seventeen am I correct? I am twenty-three so there wouldn't be any other reason why I am here." He sighed and I nodded my head.

"Well please. I trust you. Just get this over with." I took a drink from my solo cup and Malina laid back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling.

He began to pace and raked his hands through his hair.

"My father died shortly after Christmas, and my mother has moved to New York to live with her mother. So I love alone in my fathers house," he cleared his throat and looked at me, asking if he should continue so I nodded my head.

"Before he died, I had caught a glimpse of his will, and you parents' will."

"How did you get a hold of my parents' will?" I asked, confused.

"He had their will. I had no idea about it." He shook his head and continued to pace.

"You were in you parents' will many times, but there was one thing that caught your eye."

"Why are you telling me about my parents' will? What happened to them?" I stood up and walked towards him.

He looked at me and the veins in his neck had strained, as if he was terrified to say what's on his mind.

"Tell me!" I shrieked, hitting his shoulder. But then he grabbed my hand and looked at me hastily, raring back his teeth.

"I'm sorry. Just tell me what happened."

He let out a sharp breath through his teeth and shoved my hand away from him, as if he didn't like to be touched.

"Anastasia, your parents were killed instantly." He looked down and I swallowed hard.

"Why would you lie to me like that?" I mumbled and he drew his brows together.

"You'd think I'd be here if they weren't? Do you honestly think I would be here if I didn't have to save your ass?" He raised his voice with each word and I closed my eyes with fear.

"They're... dead?" Tears rolled down my cheeks and Malina walked up to me, rubbing my back.

"I can't believe this." He went to reach for me but he took a step back.

"What was in their will? Why did you come here?" I snapped.

"They said if anything happened to him, since you're too young to live by yourself," Oh no.

"You'd have to move out of your house and come live with my parents in Bently. But since my parents are gone," No! No!

"You have to come live with me alone."

"No!" I couldn't help but yell.

He looked shocked and went to step towards me, but he stopped himself and closed his eyes tight. Is there something about you that I'm not seeing?

"I will give you until tomorrow to have your things packed and ready to leave. It is my job to make sure that you are safe and cared for." He counted his breaths.

"You honestly think I'm not capable of taking care of myself?" I snapped and he laughed a little, making me even more furious.

"Clearly your parents didn't. Besides, they really should've asked someone else to take care of you because I have a lot of things on my mind and I can't have a little girl standing in my way." Malina had to hold me back from him.

But then he quickly walked up to me, so close that I could feel his exotic breathing, and I closed my eyes. He wouldn't lay a hand on me, and I'm kind of thanking God for that.

"I will be here tomorrow to pick you up at noon. If you're not packed and ready, we're leaving your things here, I am dragging you to my car, and we're leaving for my place. Do I find myself clear, Miss Greene?" I looked at him and he was practically touching me with the warmth of his torso.

"I'm not leaving with you." I grated and he just took a step back.

"We'll see." Then he gave a nod to Malina, and left.

"Well he is fine as fuck." She bellowed and I looked at her like she was crazy.

"Oh come on. You have got to think that a sophisticated, wealthy, twenty-three-year-old man like him is hot." I shook my head and she smiled.

"Just think of the things he's going to do to you Ana. Like, oh my gosh. A man with that kind of money and that kind of properness could strip you down with his eyes. And I have to admit, it kind of looked like he was doing it just standing there in front of you."

"Malina!" I hit her shoulder.

"I'm not going with him anyways. My-" Then I realized that he might have actually been right. What if my parents were dead?

Tears pricked my eyes and I took a deep breath. I sat down on my bed, and just sobbed. This shouldn't be happening to me now. My parents should have lived a long and memorable life. And I didn't even get to say goodbye.

I cried harder.

"Ana. It's going to be okay. Everything will be fine. Besides, you've got a rich hunk to take care of you." She nudged my shoulder and I hit her in the face with my pillow.

I couldn't do this. I can't live with him.

This was a bad idea from the start mom. What the hell were you thinking?