Yes and bumps into a unfriendly face

Clutching the strap of her bag with both her hands, the young women remained a statue, too nervous to move. Iris stole several glances, which quickly became the topic of conversations and finally laughter. It hadn’t even been five minutes and she was already picturing herself trying to fight her way back into her father’s car before kicking him out and driving off. Unfortunately for Iris that option was no longer available, looking over her shoulder to see the vacant space where said car use to be. “That bastard!”

Freeing one hand from her bag the girl allowed it to hang freely as she looked on pathetically into the distance whilst she was swarmed by a sea of white uniforms. A simple nudge of a student’s arm was all that was needed to make Iris flinch and bring her back to her senses. “Fuck it.” She muttered a curse to herself before taking a hold of her hood and pulling it over her head.

The young woman attempted to navigate the ocean of entitlement only speaking to apologise when she bumped into another person. This went on for a while until she found herself in the centre of the crowd. To her left the exit, Iris already thought how she could hitch a ride or how easy it would be to steal one of those luxurious cars, then she quickly shivered her father’s nurture had rubbed off on the daughter it seemed. To her right was the main entrance of the school, being used as a funnel for the horde of students passing through it. The choice was easy for Iris.

Iris’s feet took a sharp turn left, as the easier of the two options stole her away. The closer she got to the exit, of the coward the more easily she could breathe. Her pace quickened, determined on getting herself out of the situation, she found herself lost deep in thought, she didn't even seem to notice the people around anyone before the young woman knew it, she found herself colliding into someone.

Her delicate shoulder, took the harsh impact of the boy’s arm, her hand grasping her shoulder whilst the rest of her body flinched away. However, luck wasn’t on the girl’s side, as her body involuntarily danced around the boy, her feet stumbled over his tripping her backwards.

The boy rushed forward his hand wrapped around the girl's waist and held her there, safe from falling. Iris’s hood fell from her head and her raven locks escaped with it, their eyes met for a moment. “Watch where you’re going you clumsy bitch.”

Iris’s eyes widen not at the insult but to the voice that spoke it. The boy’s voice was subtle without malicious behind, it’s husky tone may have sounded seductive to any normal girl but to Iris’ ears, it sounded like a person who knew which buttons to press to get under someone’s skin, it was nostalgic. It had been many years since she’d heard that voice but the face it came out of was almost unrecognisable. Those long eight years had moulded a charming looking boy into a young man with fair yet pale skin, and blonde, swept-back hair, which emphasized those fierce green eyes and unblemished handsome face. “Victor... Is that you? Fuck you got hot.”

The words fluttered from the young woman's lips as she stared up at the young man that held her, yet another bad habit Iris got from her father, she was unable to control her mouth when she was nervous, no doubt Victor could feel the girl’s heart beating as now all eyes were on the pair. Thankful Victor put an end to the whispers before they could begin, without a second thought his hands left the girl’s body allowing her to drop onto her back. Iris would’ve been surprised but she wasn’t, as she laid pathetically on the ground. Looking up at the boy she immediately realised how tall he had grown, even standing up her forehead would’ve barely reached his chest. “Do I know you?” He stated bluntly.