CHAPTER 30: TOO MUCH ATTENTION

Andria’s POV

Their presence suffocated me with a desire I both craved and wanted to escape.

Just then, I heard a knock on the door, and the tension disappeared. "Is Aria ok?" Mel’s voice rang from behind the door.

All of them readjusted, pretending as if they weren’t trying to eat me up some minutes ago. Tristan went for the door first.

I could see Zade wasn’t enjoying the whole scenario; his expression screamed ’I don’t like to share my mate with anyone, most especially not these people’. There was a fire behind his eyes that wasn’t there before, a dangerous glint of jealousy and frustration.

And as Tristan reached for the doorknob, Zade was there immediately, faster than anyone could blink, both placing their hands on each other, before Tristan let go, there was an apparent tension between them, and I could tell Tristan just wanted to let go.

I could tell Zade was in a hurry to leave the uncomfortable scene.

"I’m heading out," he muttered, not sparing anyone a glance, before stepping out.

His mood changed drastically after watching them lay claim to me. Is Zade jealous? Of course, he is; he has always been one to let jealousy decide his actions for him.

Mel walked into the room as if caught between confusion and bubbling excitement. Her face was flushed pink, probably from seeing Zade exiting my room first thing in the morning.

Her eyes flicked around the room, assessing who was left like she was piecing together a juicy story she couldn’t wait to retell, then shot me a questioning look.

The rest of them took the hint and began leaving my room one by one. No one said much, just quiet nods and awkward silences as they disappeared, leaving only Mel and me.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind the last one, Mel turned to me with the look of someone who had a million questions and no patience for the answers.

"I saw Zade here. What was he doing in your room?" she asked in a worried and nosy tone.

"You are aware that Larissa has a crush on Zade. I wonder how she feels now, knowing Zade passed a night in your room," she continued.

She crossed her arms as if she wanted an answer or clarification from me.

"Well, I passed out, and I woke up in my bed this morning to meet them in my room."

"You passed out? Of course," she reassessed her words and then continued, I saw them bring you in last night. What happened?" She asked in a high-pitched tone, suddenly realizing she might have wronged me by going for the wrong question first.

I shot her a displeased look before replying to her, "You can see I’m awake now, Mel."

"Sorry, I was just overtaken by surprise to see Zade in your room, and you were awake, so I forgot what brought me here..."

She continued chirping on and on, but I wasn’t in the mood to listen to explanations, so I cut her off, "I get it, you came to know how I felt after being brought home unconscious, and the first thing you saw shifted your focus. Don’t worry, I got you," I said, patting her on her shoulder.

What I didn’t want now is to have my flat mates jealous of me, but it looks like it’s inevitable. One day they will find out and it will only make them worse, but I cared less, besides I’m not the moon goddess.

"I had to talk to Larissa concerning her attitude towards you last night, and she seemed somewhat angry. She said that you might be hiding something from us." Mel said in a childlike manner, pouting at me.

"Well, if she feels like that, who am I to pacify her?" I asked, lifting my hands up to each side in a gesture that says I surrender.

"Well, if you say so."

I just wanted this conversation to end immediately. If my flat mates decide that they want to isolate me because I’m suddenly getting the attention they aren’t getting, then that’s fine.

"You know I understand you right, it’s hard to wrap your head around this whole thing surrounding you, and your sudden beef with Larissa... yeah, I get it, but you can talk to me whenever you feel overwhelmed." Mel scooted closer to me, placing her hands on my shoulder to reassure me.

Should I trust her, given the fact that she has been friends with Larissa way before I came, she wouldn’t be letting go of her long friendship for someone she barely knows.

"Well, I’ll take my leave now, seeing that you are wide awake and not dying on me anytime soon."

She stood up from the bed and walked towards the door with lazy or somewhat reluctant strides, as if she was expecting me to say something before she left. Of course, she would be expecting a reply after her reassurance, but I had nothing to say to her.

She left when I didn’t say anything, and I shut the door behind her minutes after she left. I needed moments alone to process everything that had happened this week.

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The weekend passed by in a jiffy, and everything went back to how it was as usual.

Then there was me in front of the mirror contemplating skipping classes, considering that I had to meet those three, or maybe four of them.

But I had to go, since the exams are fast approaching. But I have to visit the allocation officer to change my class seats. I’m tired of getting distracted by them.

I checked the wall clock near the end of the room, just close to the vanity, and yes, I was early. I would be done with the allocation officer before classes.

I flung my backpack on my back and hurried off to the school building and the administrative block.

The administrative staff was already bustling, so I headed straight to the administrator’s office.

"Come in", Lunar Winter, the administrator, a tall, slender and elegant woman, called from behind her desk, as I walked in.

"What can I do for Aria Wolfsburn?. Have a seat."

I didn’t have such time to sit, but since she offered, I might as well just sit.

" I need to change my class sitting position," I said, watching her reaction. She pulled down her glasses and examined me for some time and then asked.

"On what basis?" she looked down at some stack of papers on her table.

"You have to state your problems precisely before I can refer you to the allocation officer," she stated sternly, in a manner one can mistake her for being angry.

"The exams are drawing closer, and my seatmates pose as a distraction this period."

She assessed my answer as if it weren’t a cogent reason enough for me to swap seats.

Then she asked, "Who are your seatmates?"

"Tristan and Damon", I stated blatantly.

"The Alpha successors?, They don’t seem to me as people who could be distracting. I haven’t gotten such a complaint from any student before." She looked at me suspiciously, and at this point, I felt like she would decline my request.

She stood up, went to a pile of papers, picked one, then signed it and handed it over to me. To my surprise, it was a recommendation letter to the allocation officer.

"To the allocation officer," she said with a hint of curiosity. "Let’s hope the new seatmates serve you better."