Chapter 2: The President
The crowd was cheering someone's name. Jumping out of joy and excitement, waiting for the event to start. Some of the students were waiting outside at the registration area before going inside the gymnasium. Today is the first day of school and everyone was really excited, they made sure to ready a lot of energy for today's event. The Opening ceremony.
"The President's planning something, huh?"
"Maybe, knowing her she likes to surprise the students."
"But this is kind a different though but yeah, maybe she really wants to surprise us with something."
The students were either confused or curious because of the sudden need of registration before going inside but they couldn't say a single thing against it because they all know their president, she's a trustworthy person.
When all of the students are already inside, the head of the school went to the stage and smiled widely at the crowd. All of the cheers, laughs and screams faded away as they all sat in their seats silently, waiting for the most awaited words.
"Good morning, students!"
Hundreds of students replied, "Good morning, Mr. Jones."
"As all you know, today is the beginning of another amazing year of studying here in Zwaard Academy!"
The students willingly clapped their hands. Aside from Mr. Jones' announcement, all of them are waiting for their president to go up to the stage. They're all excited to meet her again after the school's election. After all, eighty percent of the students voted for her.
Once again, Mr. Jones smiled at the crowd, "And I know you're all waiting for this!"
The students started to clap even more loudly and bring their banners out.
"Let's all welcome! The student council's president!"
They're all cheering and screaming her name, clapping their hands nonstop and throwing flowers at the stage as if it would be the last time they could do things like that while they're alive. But as the president walks elegantly towards the wooden podium table at the center of the stage.. the loud, cheerful and excited students went silent. They're all speechless and shocked while looking at the person who's standing before their eyes.
As she roamed her eyes on the thick crowd, a smile formed on her thin pinkish lips. She stood with so much aura that everyone can't take their eyes away. She owns an intense presence that no one could dare to make a noise as if she holds their lives.
"Hello, students." Even her voice sounds so powerful that people felt nervous just by hearing it.
She's..
"Harmliet Callighan, I'm the new president of the student council."
No one clapped their hands or even cheered for her but instead of feeling awkward, she smiled even more widely as if she's expecting the student's reaction. She snapped her fingers and in an instant, three men wearing a black suit went out from the back stage, holding a huge box.
"Since you seem shocked but doesn't want to ask, I'd call someone."
Little did the students know, the registration area where they wrote their names and numbers, was all of Harmliet's plan. She's expecting that people won't like her presence so she decided to make a surprise and here it is. She picked a paper inside the box and read the name inside.
"Amelia Harverson, 090." She threw the paper and crossed her arms above her chest. "Show yourself, Amelia."
From the 5th row, at the middle seats, a gorgeous long haired girl stood up.
"Lia! What are you doing?!" her friend reacted, worried. "Haven't you heard about her?! She's from the worst family here in Avriel!"
The girl named Amelia smiled, "It's fine, she's the president."
Harmliet gave her a mirthless smile, "What a good girl you have there." She adjusted her coat, "Now, Amelia. What can you say, you're also shocked aren't you? You didn't expect me to be the president, right?"
Lia nodded, "Yes--"
She was cut off by Harmliet's sarcastic laugh, "Oh well, my bad for laughing out of sudden," She cleared her throat. "So, what's the name of the 'supposed to be' president again? I forgot her name."
Lia swallowed hard, "S-She's my sister, Aviarre Harverso--"
"Oh really? Then you should tell her this yourself.." Harmliet tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, "Only the strongest can win. Sad to say she's weak that's why I won."
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Everyone was left shocked; dumbfounded because of what happened. Harmliet's presence left such a huge trauma on the student's mind. Even though she already left the stage three minutes ago, it's as if Harmliet was still there and starring at them.
"She's indeed a villain!"
On the other side, Harmliet is peacefully walking at the hallway near the senior building where her classroom is located. She's walking with so much pressure around her, with their black and white uniform that even made her look more evil, she's wearing a gold pin that's located on the left side of her coat that also has an engraved text ('President') on it. When she reached her room, she expected to be the first student in there but to her surprise, there's someone who's already sitting at the first row near the window.
"Excuse me?"
The moment she recognized the guy's face, her face immediately lit up. She know who's the guy is! With his black wavy hair, scarlet eyes, and gentle features, it's none other than..
"Prince Warver." She smiled and bowed her head to show respect. This guy is the second prince of Avriel, the crowned prince who is known for being smart, charming and kind. It's been a while since she last saw the prince but it doesn't feel like he changed.
A real prince indeed.
"No need to bow, we're the only people in here."
She smirked before standing properly and smiling sweetly in front of him, "Thank you, your highness."
He smiled back, "May I ask who are you?"
"My name is Harmliet Callighan, your highness."
She was expecting him to be shocked or do a certain reaction like what other people did when they heard her name but he didn't, instead he even offered his hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Harmliet."
She gladly accepted his hand and happily thanked him.
'I was expecting him to be arrogant or sarcastic though. Maybe don't really expect too much from what you hear,' she thought.
They're the first comers so she decided to sit beside him. She feel like the luck is on her side. Just by the surname of the prince, she can't even imagine how many advantages she'd receive when she win him. Just by being a Callighan is already a big deal but carrying the name of the country is even more different. Her brother warned her with this matter but how could she resist this kind of opportunity?
"So you're the president of the student council, huh?"
She pretended to be shocked, "U-Uh yes, my prince."
He chuckled, "Cut that 'my prince' thing! You can call me Warver."
"I think that would be rude, your highness!" she looked away, pretending to be shy.
"No, trust me."
"But I don't want to just call you like that--"
"Don't worry, I would feel even more comfortable if you call me that."
She pouted. "Okay, if you say so." Deep inside her head, she's irritated on her own act, just by pretending to be shy was such a huge disappointment for her.
"Anyway--"
"Warve!"
Harmliet's words was cut off by the sudden appearance of the unexpected girl. A gorgeous girl smiled sweetly at the prince, with her long wavy brown hair, tanned skin and soft features, definitely the opposite of hers. Warver seemed happy to see her. The prince immediately went to the girl and hugged her, leaving Harmliet behind. All Harmliet could ever do that time is to let out a bitter laugh.
'What a scene!' she thought.
"It's nice to see you again, Aviarre!"
The familiar name caught Harmliet attention. When she remembered where she heard that name, a naughty idea popped out on her head. From her seat, she stood up and walked towards the two who are having a great reunion.
"Warver, who is she? Mind if I join?"
Warver turned to her, smiling. "Sure, Harmliet."
'What a kind prince.'
Unlike the prince who's smiling at her, the other girl seemed shocked and even trembling. She eyed Aviarre from head to toe as she judge her silently behind her sweet smiles.
"What's wrong, you seemed shocked?" Warver asked Aviarre, probably worried because she's trembling.
Aviarre faked a smile and shook her head softly, "I'm fine. Don't worry."
"Are you sure?" Harmliet couldn't help but to join the girl's little play. This time, her voice sounds worried but her eyes shined what her true feelings; disgusted.
"Y-Yeah.."
"By the way, this is Harmliet Callighan. The student council's president."
She offered her hand, "Nice to meet you..?" she purposely cut her words as if she doesn't know Aviarre's name.
Because of what she just did, irritation flashed through Aviarre's eyes.
"She's Aviarre Harvarson, my fiance."
Her mouth formed an 'O' because of what the prince just said. She then remembered what her brother said before.
'So this is what he wanted to say huh..' she thought.
Aviarre smirked, it's like she won in a lottery or won against Harmliet but little did she know, Harmliet want something challenging.
Harmliet jumped out of happiness. "I'm in tears! Congratulations for the both of you!" She then hugged Aviarre tightly. "Congrats!" she whispered again before her smile faded away, "Enjoy while you still have him, I took your position.. I can take him away from you too. Remember that."
She loosen their hug and faked a tear, "I'm so happy for the both of you!"
The prince thanked her while Aviarre just nodded and smiled a little. That made Harmliet even more happy. In a situation where she threaten someone.. the most interesting part for her is always their faces; faces of fear and hatred.
Once again, she bowed her head, "Now then I'd take my leave. I remembered that I still have a lot to do. Enjoy.." she looked back at Aviarre, "Your day!" She then winked before walking away.
'This is intresting.'
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