Kiro almost pissed his pants at the announcent. Have they found alcohol in his system? But he drank so little. He couldn't help but curse the strings of bad luck that have been following him lately, all with one source, Isaac Blakeson.
After the announcent, a red light appeared on the floor, directing him to the dean's office. Since he was a first year, he wouldn't have known where it was. The school had taken this into account and installed these in the first year campus.
Hiro gave him a solemn look, he started to walk forward. Hiro followed him, he had a really bad feeling about this. Even then, he didn't want his friend walking into a lions den alone.
Kiro couldn't even feel himself walking, his mind was spinning. His parents worked very hard to send him here, he didn't want to disappoint them. Especially when they've lost their jobs, wouldn't these news break them completely? Wouldn't this cause them to die prematurely?
He tried to calm himself down as he entered the waiting room to the dean's office, Hiro was also allowed to wait with him.
The secretary told them to wait there, so they waited. The room was painted with a light blue colour, as if to calm the nerves of anyone who waited there.
But alas, that didn't work for Kiro. They left him with his thoughts for a whole 3 hours. Kiro was starting to lose his mind with the thoughts that were forming. For these hours he did nothing but think, of all the terrible things that were about to happen. He didn't have a good feeling about this.
Hiro saw this, but didn't really know what to do, or how to help.
'Are they trying to break before kicking out or sothing.' Kiro was too much in his mind to even notice Hiro was there with him.
"Hello Mr. Waynworth," said a lanky man, his voice sounded agitated, he looked too villainous to be the school's associate.
He had dark short hair, pale skin and an expression that told anyone that he didn't get much sleep. "I'm the vice dean, Mr. Ridley. Please, this way." He motioned for him to enter another room. "You can't co in." He told Hiro.
This man had a way of speaking with etiquette, yet at the sa ti you could sense the hostility and disrespect in his voice, it was conflicting.
On the inside it looked like a boardroom. There were several people already inside. With different varying expressions on their faces, so angered and so disgusted and none happy. The room was dimd, which fit the mood.
He took a sit before them and waited. His stomach was churning, he hadn't had breakfast that morning, but he wanted to empty out the contents of his stomach.
At the sa ti, he wanted to go to the toilet, his stomach was acting up. He also wanted to pee. He was sweating a little. Everything was happening all at once.
He looked at each of the board mbers, there were 12 of them, including the dean and his vice. All from high society no doubt, they were very intimidating.
"Do you know why we've called you here, Mr. Waynworth?" The dean asked.
It was the sa old man that startled them at the beginning of the sester. When they hadn't even registered for the academy. Up close he looked intimidating, old and wise.
Kiro tried to calm his nerves, if he didn't speak with confidence here, it would be all over. He knew the ga will announce the currency exchange soon, but he didn't want to stress his parents further, lest they collapse or worse die.
"I can only assu dean. Is it because of yesterday's party, the fact that I was drugged, and almost sexually assaulted?" He enquired boldly, he sat back on the chair and crossed his legs.
This declaration was t with scoffs, whispers and an air of anger. The atmosphere seed to get thicker. The people were angrier than when he got in.
'Huh, was I too bold?'
"Well, the problem Mr. Waynworth—"
"Please call Kiro, my father is Mr. Waynworth."
"No."
"...."
"As I was saying Mr. Waynworth," It was the vice speaking, the stress he put on 'Mr. Waynworth' made Kiro flinch. He was clearly hostile. "The problem is, not only did you consu alcohol yesterday, you even had the gull to attempt to assault a young lady."
Kiro's heart was beating at abnormally fast speeds. He knew Isaac was cruel, but to this extent? If he was found guilty, he could spend the rest of his life in prison or worse, disappear without a trace.
"Those are all lies—"
"Is it a lie that you have alcohol in your system?" The vice couldn't hide his hostility anymore.
"No, but—"
"So you admit you did drink?"
"Yes, but—"
"Well that's all."
"What was the point of this, if you won't let explain?" Kiro was shaking with anger.
"We just wanted to confirm."
"Confirm what, when I have yet to tell the side of my story?" Kiro involuntarily smirked, "it's funny, now that I'm not saying anything in my defense I'm not being interrupted."
"Behave yourself kid, you're the one under investigation," said a burly man, sitting across at his far left.
Kiro couldn't see his expression, his whole face was shrouded in darkness.
"Would this even qualify as an investigation, if I'm not allowed to recount events as soone who was there?
"Why not watch the cara at the hall, you'll see that I drank that drink unknowingly. I'm not an idiot." He was saying anything now, he had to.
Of course Kiro hasn't the slightest clue whether or not there were caras on campus. But he deduced that a school where billionaires send their children must have tight security and that included caras
.
Even though his guess was spot on, whether or not they'd allow for him a fair trial and get the video was another matter entirely.
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