Chapter 3 — First Contact
I stood outside the main gigantic doors of Blackwater University, legs shaking like I was a fish outside the water , or about to sit for the biggest exam of my life .
Technically, I was.
Fail this, and I wouldn't flunk a class—I'd probably end up kidnaped or worst dead .
I leaned against one of the massive stone columns, pressing my forehead lightly to the cool surface.
You thought you were done with school, Solène. Freedom. Graduation. No more lectures. And now? Bonus round: possibly getting murdered.
As the French say—j'adore , monsieur et madame voila .
I'm Pretty sure that this sentence doesn't make a sense but ...
(Okay. I really needed to stop with the fake French thing, or maybe uploid a language application to learn french ? , why didn't i do this a month ago when i had time oh soléne ...)
While I was busy panicking, someone tapped sofetly my shoulder.
"Hey! Are you new here?"
I turned and saw a girl around my age, short curly brown hair, soft smile, friendly green eyes.
"Yeah. That obvious?" I tried to smile, but it probably looked like a nervous twitch.
She laughed. "Well, you're shaking, for starters. Here." She dug into her bag and pulled out a small chocolate bar , the hazelnut one my favorite also ! ,"Chocolate helps with stress. First days are always brutal."
I blinked. Chocolate?
Okay. She was instantly my favorite person here.
"Thanks," I said, actually meaning it , cause seriously she was so nice . "I'm… uh… Janette. But call me Jane. Easier."
"Irma," she said, smiling wider. "Nice to meet you, Jane. What class are you in?"
I pulled out my phone to check my fake student schedule cause obviously i can't even remember my fake name by my own ... "Last year… I think B2?"
Her eyebrows shot up. "Oh! You're the French transfer, right? Last year, from Paris? , were in the same class it will be so fun ."
I forced a laugh. "Yeah. The French , one oui oui."
She giggled. "Don't worry. You're not the only one nervous here. The only person worth being nervous about is Professor Vargas."
The name hit me like a slap.
Vargas.
The one I was here to get close to.
I tried to keep my voice casual. "Vargas… that's the anatomy professor , right?"
"Yeah." Irma smiled, but this time it was shy, like she was sharing a secret. "Professor Elias Vargas. Everyone talks about him."
I raised an eyebrow. "What, is he that scary?"
She laughed softly. "Scary? No. More like… handsome,elegant . And strict. You'll see."
Great. Strict and charming. Exactly what I didn't need right now.
But this was it. First day. First contact.
Target identified.
No turning back.
Janette marine aka jane you can do it ...