The Tournament Day (2)

- Roxie's POV -

"Whoah, whoah, easy there, kids. Isaac, would you please do the honor to control their minds?"

It was another guy's voice.

Suddenly, my head was shaking in pain, a wave of pain echoes through it. I closed my eyes tightly, holding each side of my head to withstand the agony.

I also heard Demitri is in pain below me. I internally laughed it off while enduring the pain.

'He deserves it'.

He then let go of his grip from my wrists as it was already red from being burned by him. The wave of pain later stopped.

"Ah, thank you, Isaac. Now, let's get them both up, everyone," he said clapping his hands once.

I then got lifted from my waist with ease. Next, they sat me down against the wall.

Shortly afterward, I regained myself back, I lifted my head to see who had intervened.

Four boys are standing in front of me. One of them offered Demitri a helping hand. He then accepted it and got up.

I'm guessing they are all one popular group that Livy told me about.

'Sh*t,'

They all belonged to the category of handsome guys at the supermodel level - or better even at the level of the Greek gods.

A guy with silver hair, violet eyes, handsome features like a prince with a little mole on his chin, neatly dressed in rolled-up short sleeves - navy blue shirt, black trousers, waist belt, and brown leather shoes. He noticed me right away that I had regained my composure.

"Oh, hey, you're alright. Thank goodness, you didn't badly get injured by Demitri," he said in a relieved tone and then offered a hand to help me up.

I just looked at his violet eyes, then pushed his hand away from me. I stood up by myself after that.

"Stay away from her Ben, she doesn't want you to help her," said Demitri crossing his arms as he glares at me and whoever this silver hair guy is.

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry then," he said as he raised his hands in surrender.

"Who are you guys?" I stood by the wall and looked at them one by one while furrowing my eyebrows.

They raised one eyebrow at my question. They had stares of disbelief in what I just said.

"Whoops, my bad, sorry I haven't introduced myself. My name is Benson Constantine Nathaniel Coleman. Just call me Ben for short, darling," said Ben, winking at me.

Demitri just rolled his eyes.

Then the others followed suit to introduce themselves.

A green-haired guy in a pompadour style, hazel eyes, three piercings to his ears, looking kind as he smiles at me. He was dressed casually as the others. His name is Isaac Quentin Julian Emmett, he has telepathy power or mind control. I just learned it when he intervened in my thoughts.

Moving on to the guy next to him, he has red hair with a curtains hairstyle like a 90's boyband, has four piercings on his ears, wears a silver chain necklace, and is dressed in a red turtleneck, black coat, black jeans, and brown boots. He looks like the bad boy type, he just nods his head at me. Well, at least he's still showing some respect - unlike 'someone'.

His name is Zephyr Maximus Kingsley Malcalester, called Zef for short. It's a good thing I didn't have to call his full name.

Next moving on to the last one, the brown-haired guy who had helped to lift Demitri to his feet. He has turquoise eyes, a good-looking face, no piercings, hangs wireless headphones around his neck, is dressed in a blue shirt like Ben, but he unbuttoned it, and inside is a gray shirt. He looks kind-hearted, too, smiling as he waved his hand at me.

His name is Valiant Sebastian Gabriel Montgomery, Val for short.

'Whew, so many names,' I virtually wiped the sweat off my forehead.

Ben then continued speaking, "And the one you're fighting right over there is Demitrius Ni -"

I interrupted him, "Yes, I already know his name."

"Oh, that's a good thing then," he laughed nervously.

Then Demitri slowly walked towards me, "Hmph, says the girl who doesn't tell me who she really was before, but she knows my name. Then she hits me multiple times. How ironic," He snorted.

"I-i have my reasons. It shouldn't concern you if you didn't get my name. And you deserve those punches," I said facing the side, crossing my arms, not meeting his eyes, nervous at the guilt.

His eyes twitched, then he grabbed my hand by force.

"Little girl, you -"

I flinched at his touch around my burned wrist. I think he also noticed that I was in pain. He then looked at my wrist which was burnt by him.

His eyes then radiated guilt for his actions. I don't understand why he suddenly felt guilty. Even though we're not on the 'good terms' stage yet.

"H-hey you can let go of my hand now." I tried to pull my hand back.

"No, you got hurt because of me. You have to be treated,"

My eyes widened at his words. Then, he grabbed my elbow and led me out of this Colosseum building.

"Take good care of her, Demitri," said Ben from afar.

When we left the tournament venue, Demitri took me to the girls' dormitory.

I gasped in surprise, "H-hey you can't go to this place,"

"Says who?" he challenged.

"The headmaster," I replied casually.

He stopped, then faced me, "Oh, yeah? Well, for your information, most of the guards here in school are mine. I also have a part in setting the rules in this school. So, shut up and follow me," he said then walked to pull me back.

"What?" I still can't believe it.

He ignored me, then asked another question, "Show me where your room is?"

"Why go to my room when we can go to the school clinic?"

"Lead me to your room," he ordered.

I grumbled irritably, "Fine,"

I then told him which direction to take to get to the room that I shared with my other roommates.

A moment later, I took my spare room key out of my pants pocket and opened the door. He then pulled me into the room, then saw my bed the closest one to the door, and sat me on the edge of it.

"Stay there," he ordered as he walked around my room looking for something.

I kept quiet while watching him. I kept on being alert with him, in case he harassed me.

A while later, he brings the small box from the first aid kit. He then opened it and took out a small jar.

It is a mafenide acetate ointment. The ointment is useful for treating severe burn infections or third-degree burns. In the case of my hands, the cream is suitable for my wounds.

"Give me both of your hands," he ordered once more, standing in front of me.

"I can take care of it myself. Just give me the ointment." I said, giving my hand to him, asking for the cream.

He ignored me and took my hand.

"H-hey!"

"Don't move," He then opened the ointment, took a little cream with his fingertips, then rubbed it on my wrist.

I stared at him bewildered with his actions.

'What the hell is going on today??'

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