Escaping The Mafia King

Chapter 16: 16

Suddenly the bell rang, signaling the end of the class and breaking the walls of the small world that Varys had built around himself and Hope.

Just as the loud, screaming voice of the bell broke through Hope's stupor, she snapped out of the spell that Varys had suddenly casted on her. Her closed eyes snapped open as she stared in those green, captivating eyes. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

The class had started to get empty. Students were leaving and the loud shuffling and quick, runny steps of them collided Hope and Varys with each other.

"Come with me." Varys extended his open palm towards her.

"Where?" she asked, confusion was lacing her words.

"Do you have another class to attend?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied, "It is in an hour."

"Then come with me. I will show you around?"

He just needed her with himself for as long as he could manage. The restlessness of the past month had disappeared once he had seen her. But now just from the thought of parting from her had brought back that unsettled feeling.

Hope hesitated for a second. The class had gotten empty. There was nothing here for her to do anyway except roam around carelessly for the next hour.

She hesitated, but then put her hand in his large one, feeling his grasp tighten around her fragile one.

An instant smile spread on Varys' lips, leaving her dazzled for a second.

She could not deny the fact that he was handsome as hell. Even though he probably was in his early twenties, he had a body that could put even a professional model to shame.

She could not even understand how he had gotten interested in a subject as boring as economics.

And then there was the look that he gave her. God damn.

She did not know that if that look was for everybody else or if it was reserved just for her. All that she knew was that every time his eyes landed on her, she could not stop herself from keep looking at his face.

"Come on." Varys stood up and pulled her up on her feet. His hold on her hand never loosened.

She silently followed him. Once they were out of the class, he started showing her everything that was showcased in college. From the trophies to the way to library, he showed her everything in just half an hour.

The excitement on his face when they had passed by a basketball court was a sight to see. It was so enchanting and contagious that even she had started to smile while listening to him talk about how good the sport was.

Just as they were walking back, someone called out Varys' name.

They turned around to watch a player jogging towards them.

Shirtless. Hot six pack abs. Sweat dripping down to the elastic of the boxers that he was wearing on his abdomen.

Now Hope's face was a sight to see.

She was just seventeen years old. The school boys had never been able to ignite any kind of attraction or desire inside her heart.

This was the first time that she had seen a boy with six freaking abs, almost naked in front of her eyes.

And now, literally every boy inside the college campus was looking like a character straight out of a Hollywood movie.

"Dean was asking for you to go to him to get the medal you have won this year," the hot player said as soon as he was in the talking distance from them,

"Why don't you go and take care of that bloody thing? It has been over two months now."

Varys' hold on her hand unexpectedly tightened. He turned his face away and gritted through clenched teeth,

"This is for the fucking millionth time that I am saying to put that medal in the college literally anywhere! I will pick it up once I have time."

He did not wait to hear the hot stranger's reply and started to walk away.

Hope, of course, did not have any other option left but to follow him for now. Although she was planning on returning later for some 'sightseeing.'

"What kind of medal?" she spoke up once they had finished the tour of the college and were walking down in the corridors.

"Topper in Economics. From the past two years." he replied without any hesitation or ego.

"You are a topper in Economics?" She gasped in surprise as well as shock at the indifference on his face.

"Yes." He replied nonchalantly, "This is my last year in college, so the Dean is insisting me to taking the medal from his hands."

Her eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at his words,

"Then why are you refusing to take the medal from his hands?"

Varys stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at her face. He awkwardly, but silently lifted up his hand to wipe off the tensed line that had covered her temple.

"Because I don't like him." He said as his gaze dropped from her temple to look into her eyes,

"I have seen how he discourages and pushes back the students who are less 'title holders'."

"What does that mean?" Hope asked gently.

"If you don't become a 'title holder', you will know." Varys winked and pulled her away from the empty ground to the next class that was due in ten minutes.