Codename: Delphine Academy

Codename: Challenged

Started: Thursday, March 26

Yo! What's up, y'all?

Welcome to one of the places where ya girl has no clue what she's doing. I have been going insane with boredom. I need to socialize with people who aren't blood-related to me. And I don't mean just texting my friends.

But in all seriousness, how are you guys? I know this quarantine (for everyone who's on it) kinda highkey sucks. Especially for the Class of 2020. Almost all senior activities may be postponed or canceled. My Prom, for one thing, was canceled as it was planned for May 1st. Since we go back on April 30th, the students wouldn't be able to prepare everything in time. I'm sure other events may be canceled or postponed as well. 

I find it unfortunate that we, as seniors, wouldn't be able to experience certain events that the past and future classes that have and will be able to experience. Prom, Senior Activities, Grad Night and possibly Graduation are postponed or canceled. If you have any senior friends or are a senior yourself, give them or yourself a little encouragement. 

Comment if you are okay with this quarantine and how you are currently entertaining yourself. Remember to stay safe, everyone! Wash your hands and STAY HOME!

I love you all!

Now onto the chapter!

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"Where are we going, T?" K asks, continuously messing with N. 

"Back to the dorm room," He answers, quickly moving to the side to avoid bumping into a student. He stands to the side to avoid the bustling crowd going back to the dorms or the cafeteria.

"You lot didn't look at the schedule given to us on the watch, I know that for a fact. Were you just going to follow me the entire time we're here?" He stated, bluntly.

"Quite possibly, Darling," C responds first.

"Sure," N looks away, crossing her arms. She leans one shoulder against the wall, facing her companions.

K smirks, walking over to stand next to N. He swings his arms over her shoulder and chuckles, "Well, of course, T. You're the tech nerd, aren't you?"

He sighs, "Whatever K. Just look at the thing every once in a while, okay? Okay."

T looks over to the duo and subtlety smirks for a second. 'Interesting,' He thinks, before walking towards the elevators. N notices him and hits K one final time before catching up to him, "So, T. What was that smirk back there?"

He groans, quietly muttering to himself, "Damn it. Why must you be so observant?"

"Because I am. Now answer the question," She says smiling before her facial expression turns blank. She quips, sarcastically, "If you must know. . . I gained my skills through a series of very difficult tests given to me by my FBI agent brother."

"Okay, fine. But still, N, you tend to notice the little things," He mentions, glancing at her. "Who are you?"

"What do you mean?" She asks, looking to see the other two having a conversation behind them. 

"N, you are one of the only people who are skeptical about being at Delphine Academy. You panicked when we were brought here. You know something about the school that the Head and government are hiding from the rest of the world."

"No, T. I don't know," Her voice becomes icy and serious. "Amnesia. . . Remember?"

She walked away, leaving the rest of them behind. T stops in the middle of the hallway, watching her walk ahead. C and K catch up with him, looking where he was staring. 

K looks at T, curiously. "What even happened there, T?"

"I-I don't even know. She went from playful to an. . . well, an ice queen."

They start walking to catch up with her. Nobody bothers to say anything as they slowly make their way towards the elevators. They see her standing in the elevator hall, leaning against the wall, looking towards the ceiling. She didn't notice them staring at her. C pushes the elevator button before standing next to her. She waits for the elevator to come before nudging N softly.

N looks over at her, her eyes void of any emotion. She walks into the elevator pressing the fifth floor. She stares at her companions, waving them over. "Come on guys, before the elevator leaves."

K watches her and raises his eyebrows, "Are you okay?"

"Sure," She responds, looking away. "What about you? Still annoyed that I kicked your ass during Training?"

"I let you win, N," He replies. "I didn't want to bruise your ego."

"What happened to you not going easy?" She retorts looking him in the eye, daring him to back down. The elevator shortly arrives at the fifth floor, eventually opening its doors. T and C walk out, leaving the duo to continuously bicker.

"I lied. Figured I'd be a gentleman and let the princess win," He reassured, looking down at her. Smirking at her, he walked out of the elevator heading towards the dorm room.

N scoffs before walking out. She quickly catches up with him, her eyes fiery.

"Want a rematch, King?" She taunted, intending to provoke him. "I'll go easy on you. I'll try not to bruise your ego."

He chuckled, "Fine, princess. If you want me to try then, I'll try."

They raced towards the dorm room, loudly bursting through the door. C jumped at the impact. She looked at them, dumbfounded. 

"What the hell guys? Must you slam open the door?" She snapped, walking over to sit on the armchair. "You scared the shit out of me."

The two of them quickly find clothes to change into and dash into both bathrooms.

She looks over to T, "How the hell did you not react to that?"

He shrugs, "Have no clue. Not going to question them though."

N walks out of the bathroom in leggings and a t-shirt, sitting on the bed. She leans back, watching the movie. T and C watch her, visible confusion on their face. After a few minutes, she glances at them, sighing.

"You want to know what that was about, huh?" She inquired, looking at them.

They both nodded, interested to hear what she had to say.

"Well. . . K was being an asshole and said some things to trigger my pride — and possibly his — so I challenge him to another sparring match. And he accepted. Now, I'm just waiting for him the hurry up!" She explained, shouting slightly at K. She grabs hand wrap from inside the other bathroom and starts wrapping her hands.

"Shut up, women!" K yells from inside the bathroom.

"I don't know what you're doing in there. We're sparring not getting ready to greet the Queen of England!" She retorts, getting aggravated. "Hurry up, K!"

"Fine," He says, walking out in jersey shorts and a muscle tee. She looked down and saw his hands were already wrapped. 

She pointed to his wrists, "Is that why you took so long?"

"Yeah, now let's fight, princess," He grins, getting into his sparring position.

"Finally. Don't go easy on me, King," She warns, getting into hers. "If you do, I'll kick you where it hurts the most. Hard."

T shakes his head, "This is not going to go well. At all."

C walks over and hits him. She watches them. "Leave them alone, T. They're having fun. I assume this is one of their ways to relax."

"Geez, fine. Get on with it. If you get hurt, then don't come whining to me," He mutters, fiddling with the watch on his wrist. "Just hurry up at start already."

N looks at him and smirks. 

"Fine," She says before throwing the first punch.