Varney
My roommate grinned at me, his arms folded. "Didn't I tell you I'll teach you a lesson?" He drawled as he walked closer to me and laughed right in my face.
I clenched my hands at my side, feeling so angry and so hurt.
Is this how it's always gonna be on moving forward? I'll never believed over a supernatural cause I'm human?
I wordlessly walked past my roommate and sank into my bed.
I felt annoyed. If I had known this would backfire, I'd have not retaliated with the water. I'd have just let him get away with it. I just assumed that it was best to do that so he wouldn't think it was fine for him to keep messing with me. And now I regret it so much. The thought of cleaning this whole room made me angry, cause I'll constantly keep being reminded of the fact that he clearly won.
He was singing a song I didn't know while walking around his side of the room, and I could see him litter the ground even more.
Great. Just great.
I want to ask him to instead throw each dirt into the bin instead of littering but I feel like he'd just worsened the mess on purpose just to punish me.
With a groan, I got off the bed and pain shot through my sides.
I guess it's clean up time, huh?
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I was nervous on the way to the headquarters, which was the same place we remaining humans all gathered this morning where we discovered we all won and lost last night's game. It was in the room near the back of the dorm, and before I got there, a body fell into step right beside me.
"Evan?" I breathed out in surprise, taking in his face. His blond hair looked wet and was falling into his face.
"To the slave meeting, huh? I'm heading there too." He breathed and I let out a small, bitter laugh.
"Ah, yeah. I was told of this meeting a while ago."
He huffed. "Same. I guess the rest of the guys would meet us there."
I nodded just as we resumed walking.
A familiar face just made me feel a little less nervous. I feel so nervous because I wasn't sure of what to expect from this meeting. But if the leader was to be present, then I'd just know it couldn't mean anything good.
By the time we arrived there, the rest of the guys were already there. We all stood outside the door, looking around.
"Man, I hope they weren't gonna ask us to partake in another bullshit game," Jared bit out while raking a hand through his black curly hair.
"Then I'd literally just ask to drop out of this fucking school." Cyrus spat out and the rest of the guys briefly snickered.
A few seniors arrived at that point and after they opened the door, we were ushered in, then we stood awkwardly before them while they sat behind the desk.
I felt less nervous because the leader wasn't here right now.
"This isn't anything serious so quit looking so worried." The first senior drawled, flashing grins at us. I don't recognize him from last night, perhaps he wasn't there? He had flaming red hair and daring red eyeliner around his eyes, making him look so pretty.
"We're just here to assign you to your official posts on moving forward, where you'll be serving and helping out after cleaning the hallways and outsides of the dorm." The second senior added this time. I recognized this one from last night and this morning, because of his eyebrow and lip piercing.
I frowned. Official posts?
"You, Evan, you'll help in the dish washing area."
"Jared, Cyrus, you both look quite big, so you'll help in the menial category,"
"Gregg, you'll assist with running errands from here to other dorms."
"And lastly, Varney, you'll help out in the kitchen. It says you're studying culinary here, so you should be a little good in the kitchen, I believe." The red haired senior drawled before looking up at us, and then he sighed long and hard.
"Why are there only five, weren't the humans around twenty yesterday? Or did the—" the red haired senior was speaking until the other senior elbowed him hard, then he quickly ended his sentence.
I badly wished he had ended his sentence. And it was clear the rest of us thought the same cause we all exchanged looks at the same time.
"If any of you have questions, please ask them. If not, then move off to your newly assigned areas." The other senior pointed out. A lot of questions were going through my mind right now, like why are we expected to work this much after we'd still clean the whole dorm building every morning? Where and how would we even get the time to rest?
But I didn't ask those questions. Last night's slap was still fresh in my mind.
The rest of the guys didn't ask any questions, and then we were all dismissed.
"Man, we're so fucked." Jared groaned once we were in the hallway again and everyone agreed.
As I watched them lament bitterly, I tried to be positive cause I knew spiraling wouldn't change my situation.
I also knew I couldn't dare drop out of the school like Cyrus previously said.
Despite the panic in the air right now, I briefly wondered if I could use this opportunity to turn things around for myself. After all, I was a very good cook and well, being in the kitchen is my specialty... and that's where I just got assigned to.
When I found my way to the kitchen here in the bronze dorms, I was surprised at the sheer size of the kitchen. There were a lot of people walking around, doing different things. They all wore white, modern chef clothes and hats. As I looked around the whole interior, a wave of awe washed over me. Everything in here was just like what I saw when I looked up things related to the kitchen some days ago after I got the scholarship and was already preparing to come advance my skills here.
All the modern kitchen appliances, I couldn't wait to get my hands on them and learn how to use them
"Did you lose your way, human?" A sharp voice spat at me and I jumped, then I was staring up into the eyes of a towering man.
He was scowling down at me, and my face paled at the tag sitting on his breast pocket.
Head chef.
I awkwardly cleared my throat. "Uh, hello?" I called out hesitantly.
"What are you doing stinking up my kitchen?!!" He barked and I jumped, fiddling with my fingers nervously. "I- I was assigned to offer assistance here, sir. My name is Varney, and…"
"Boy, I don't give a rat's ass what your name is, just get over to that corner in the other room and assist with peeling the potatoes, then you can get lost and keep returning every day to do that. That's the only help you can offer around here."
I blanched.
I mean, I should be happy that this man is giving me such an easy job, right?
But that's not what I want.
I want the real deal.
"But sir, I don't want to just peel potatoes, I want to cook. To prepare meals for people."