The Alpha's Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger. Chapter 32 32: Payback time

Lyla

A wave of apprehension washed over . There was sothing in his gaze that sent a chill down my spine.

His eyes, dark and penetrating, seed to look right through as if he knew secrets about that even I, didn't know.

He looked like he could be a businessman or sothing else…I couldn't say but what unsettled more was how he stared at , as if he had been waiting for to notice him. I felt my pulse quicken – a quick tremor passed through , in my head, I wanted to look away but I just couldn't – why was he here? Was he a new teacher?

Suddenly, sothing said sharply in my ear, startling as I bolted up from my seat.

"LOOK AWAY!"

I finally managed to tear my eyes away from the man, only to notice I was standing and everyone in my class was staring at strangely including Mrs Caldwell and Ms. Hayley.

"Is everything alright, Lyla?" Mrs Caldwell asked eyeing strangely. "You look like you've just seen a ghost."

My eyes went back to the entrance of the door, the man was still there and his eyes were still on . I wanted to tell the teachers what I saw but they were humans and I could be the only one seeing it, I didn't want them to think I was stupid.

"I…" I trailed off stuttering. "There's an empty seat next to and I was wondering if the new student would like to sit here," I said quickly with a strained smile.

"That's so sweet of you, Lyla!" Ms Hayley bead with pride and turned to the man at the door "I told you Mr Dupree, our school is the best place for your son, you don't have to worry about him fitting in."

The man nodded but didn't say anything.

"Xander, go ahead and take the empty seat next to Lyla and let's go back to our teaching."

Xander nodded and waved at the man by the door before making his way towards . I forced myself not to look at the mysterious man by the door. The man couldn't be his father – he looked far too young and Xander seed like my age.

Xander finally slid into the empty desk beside . The man by the door lingered for a mont longer, his eyes still on , before he turned and left.

I exhaled slowly, realizing I had been holding my breath. Sothing about that man wasn't right. And Xander – I turned to look at my new classmate and caught him looking at .

"Hi!" I murmured, blushing at being caught before I quickly turned away.

There was sothing off about him, too, though I couldn't quite figure out what. We continued the lesson, discussing, with barely contributing anything. Xander on the other hand remained aloof, drumming his hand on his desk without looking at Mrs Caldwell.

"Xander!" Mrs Caldwell suddenly called his attention, though her smile seed a little strained. Could she feel it too? I wondered. "We're discussing Margaret Atwood's 'The Handmaid's Tale'. I don't suppose you've read it?"

His lips curled into a faint smirk. "I've read it," he said, his voice low and smooth. "It's a good book, but it's a little too… idealistic, don't you think? Offred was a fool. She should have known better than to chase a dream that was never real in the first place."

My brows furrowed. There was sothing strange about the way he said it, as though he wasn't just talking about the book – as if he was speaking from experience. His words made uneasy, though I couldn't explain why.

Mrs Caldwell was caught unawares, she just stared at Xander for a few seconds before turning back to the lesson. The class continued, but my focus wavered. My thoughts kept drifting back to Xander, to the strange man – Mr Dupree who had stared at so intensely and to the feeling that sothing was about to change.

My mind flitted to the dream I had when I was sick, and I wondered if it had to do with any of this. I reminded myself to tell Nanny and ask her for interpretation today. As the bell rang, signalling the end of class, I gathered my things, my mind still racing – sothing was coming, I could feel it…

I made my way to the student cafeteria for lunch. It was the first ti I had ever dared to step foot inside. In the past, I had always eaten my lunch either in the bathroom or outside by the field, too afraid of being bullied.

I entered the bustling cafeteria, picked up a tray of food, and made my way to an empty table. I could feel eyes following but I didn't care. Finally, I settled on an empty table near the centre of the room. As I sat down, their whispers reached my ears.

"Is that really Lyla?"

"What happened to her?"

"She looks…different."

I ignored them, focusing on my food. I had just taken a bite of my sandwich when a familiar voice cut through the whispers.

"Well, well, well," Marissa said, her voice dripping with mockery "Look who's finally decided to grace us with her presence. To join the rest of us in the cafeteria."

I didn't look up from my food. I calmly took another bite, the room was now quiet as everyone turned to stare at us.

"Hey!" Marissa snapped, slamming her hand down on the table. "I'm talking to you. What's the matter?"

I looked up at her now. She was standing before , flanked by her usual group of friends. Her eyes raked over , a sneer twisting her perfectly glossed lips.

"What do you want, Marissa?" I sighed "Don't you know it's bad table etiquette to interrupt soone eating?"

"What!" she scoffed "You must have a lot of nerve, Lyla, showing up like this and speaking to in that manner. Did you think wearing so cheap new clothes or putting oil in your hair is going to change anything? No darling, you're still the sa freak you've always been."

The girls with her giggled, their high-pitched laughter filling the Cafeteria.

One of them, chid in. "Yeah, you can change your clothes all you want, but you'll never stop being the school weirdo."

I ignored them and continued eating my sandwich. I could feel anger bubbling up inside , but it was different now – controlled, focused. I was no longer the helpless victim they expected to be.

When Marissa saw I was barely reacting to them and apparently frustrated decided to escalate things. With a dramatic flourish, she picked up her used food tray and dumped its contents onto my food. Her friends followed suit, giggling as they emptied their trays into my food.

"Oops," Marissa said with feigned remorse. "Looks like you won't be eating in here after all. Why don't you run along to your usual spot in the toilets?"

In the past, this would have been the mont where I fled, tears in my eyes with their cruel laughter following . But not today. Today, I was different…

With deliberate slowness, I stood up. I picked up my tray, now a ss of mingled food and looked at Marissa directly in the eye. Her smug expression faltered as I held her gaze.

"You know, Marissa," I said coolly, "I've been thinking about you lately. About how small and insignificant you are and I was going to forgive you, truly… but I guess you do not deserve it."

Before Marissa could respond, I tipped my tray and dumped so food from my tray over her head. Gasps and shocked exclamations filled the air as food dripped down Marissa's perfectly styled hair and designer clothes.

"What the hell?!" she shrieked, stumbling backwards.

I didn't stop there. I turned to her friends, who stood frozen in shock and emptied the rest of the food over them as well. The cafeteria had fallen into silence, as everyone stared at .

"Listen carefully, Marissa," I turned back to her. She was trying to wipe food from her face. "This is the last day you'll ever try to offend or bully . Your father is a re Gamma. How dare you think you have the right to tornt ?"

Her face turned bright red as she tried to talk but I pressed on, not giving her a chance to interrupt.

"I've faced things you couldn't even imagine and survived, Marissa. Your petty attempts at bullying insults ."

Then I turned to the address of the rest of the cafeteria, my eyes sweeping over the shocked faces of my classmates.

"Let make sothing clear to all of you. If you don't want to end up like Marissa and her friends here, I suggest you mind your business from now on. I'll be in senior class next year, and then I'll be gone for good. But until then, if any of you so much as looks at the wrong way, you'll regret it. Do I make myself clear? This is your final warning."

I straightened my shoulders, grabbed my backpack and strode towards the exit. As I reached the door, I paused and looked back over my shoulder.

"Oh, and Marissa? You might want to clean yourself up. That really doesn't suit you."