Chapter 4

Nick POV

Rubbing and bouncing my leg has always been a habit of mine, it shows when I'm anxious. Sally always nags me when I do it. They've been in there for longer than I thought. I mean what's to discuss he's only telling her that I didn't do it.

"Nick, step into my office, we need to chat" I look up to see Mrs. Moore, her extremely loose bun hung upon her head swaying at her every move.

"Mrs. I can't, I need to go back home," I say getting up hastily.

"Now, I have splendid news to discuss with you" she smiles firmly. This woman must be bat-shit crazy

I sigh and step into her office. Adien sitting on one of the chairs looking into space, in the rush of the last events I didn't really take in much of his features.

He had an average height, but to most, he seemed small in a fragile way; Like a baby that needed to be held and cared for.

Skinny, with long legs. His demeanour was timid, calming even. Spoke quietly in ways you sometimes had to strain to hear him words.

He had fine features; A head full of silky brown hair, baby-faced or maybe I just think that cause he seems so delicate. A nose that perfectly structured his face, but I was drawn to his gorgeous brown eyes. They held innocence and curiosity, with those eyes alone he could conquer the world.

Wait...gorgeous brown eyes? What does that even mean? If I really said that It was totally out of context.

"Adien, you may leave" the head teacher spoke taking me out of my weird, questionable thoughts.

"So, Adien told me it wasn't you that beat him up," she said the last part as if she was tasting something revolting. "I want you to be truthful did you put him up to this, so you wouldn't get into trouble?"

My face holds horror, I see satisfaction spread onto her face. A Mischievous glint and an almost playful smile play up onto her face.

"I have some good news for you, you have been given the opportunity to get a scholarship to a Sports Academy" she bursts smiling quickly before returning to her usual blank expression.

Lost for words. I'm actually speechless for once in my life.

"At you current situation at home" she pauses obviously talking about me being in a foster home and parentless "I, as a guardian in this school, have valid say in whether or not you are allowed to move to the academy and be trained to be a professional basketball player...since this won't happen for a few months when the new academic year starts you have a few months to complete these two tasks"

Mrs Moore stood up from her chair, elegance glowing around her as she sweeps the dust less floor with her incredibly long and plain emerald green skirt. She gives me a stern look, me automatically realising she wanted me to stand up.

"The first conditions or task as you may call it... Your grades are very persistent of keeping a grade C- or D this is unacceptable, if you are taking this once in a lifetime opportunity you will study harder or you will be stripped of this chance and it'll be given to another, There are entry levels to the academy; Strict rules you must obtain minimum of B's and above," she spoke strictly her brows straightening inward, as she walked to the door resting her dainty palms on the door nob.

I nod my head in acknowledgement. Though nothing is actually going through my brain. She mentally pushes me out the door sending me hurtling into the waiting office. Technically she guides me.

"And lastly as you may know Adien, our New student, well not new anymore, is bullied fearfully and I've tried everything I can but nothing can be resolved, he won't tell me who keeps doing this to him. And has literally begged me to reconsider consulting his mother. I have come to a conclusion you are one of the most feared, respected and popular guys in the year... In the school, can protect him and make sure he doesn't get hurt or you can kiss that scholarship goodbye. And who knows, Adien gets A' and above, maybe you can help each other."

With that she slams the door in my face...