I stand beside him, as the co-leader. As he talks about the upcoming competitions, I look at him and notice that his nose is bleeding, lip was split and a black eye. I stare at him.
He then dismisses us. Everyone goes to their respective cooking station and start chopping things. Before I could ask Lily if she could be my partner she goes with Asher.
I sigh. I feel a tap on my shoulder. I jump, looking behind me to see Him.
"What are yo-",
"Be mine."
I stare at him, a little speechless. "Excuse me?". Be his?...what does he mean. Be his like...
"be my partner", his voice disrupts my train of thoughts, crossing his arms over his chest. Looking a bit annoyed. Did something happen.
"Uhh...sure", I reply hesitantly. "What are we making? I heard the principle and the Vice Principle are coming to judge our cooking." He simply nods.
What's up with him? He's usually more talkative.
We split the tasks. He does the frying of the veggies, the pasta sauce, and I do the dishes, the chopping and the cake.
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An Hour Later
We present our dishes. The others start plating theirs. Michael puts the chicken Alfredo along with the sauce on the counter, and I do a triple check on the cake, checking every detail.
I walk over to him and stand beside him, waiting for the judges. I sneak a glance at his wounds, the corners of my mouth turning down.
As if he sensed my stare, He turns his head to meet my stare. I stare back. "hmm"
His jaw clenches, "What?"
I point to his wounds, "what happened? You told me you don't get into fights anymore", my eyes narrow.
He proceeds to ignore me and turn back towards. I follow the movement, still confused.
The judges walk in, Mr. Jackson, Mrs. Sasha and Ms. Kina, and taste every dish. I freeze when they come to our table, hyper-focused on their facial movements.
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(AN- Mr Jackson = Principle. Mrs. Sasha = ("bitchy") Socials. Ms. Kina = ("favourite teacher") Biology teacher.)
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They taste the food and sauce, savouring the bite. Their faces reveal nothing as they walk past us and onto the next.
Bastards.
I think to myself. As they continue along the table, we stare at them with intense concentration. Tryna see even a bit of emotion on their faces. Ms. Kina notices the stares and her eyes scan the room until she sees me and she winks.
Subtly.
It was so quick, that I thought It never happened.
But I saw her smile and felt a spark of joy ignite within me.
The judges make their way to a corner, mumbling to themselves quietly. Tryna find out a winner.
"Velvet Darling? Why so focused? Relax for a second."
I look at Michael who was smirking at me, completely different from the person he was 3 seconds ago.
"Er. Im just worried we won't be first, Michael." I say to him, fidgeting with the ends of my sweater.
"Don't worry about it, Velvet. It'll be fine, and even if we dont come as first then they're stupid...well except for Ms. Kina tho, but yeah." He sounded so..casual, like this didn't matter to him.
"Are you stupid? If we dont come in first then we failed! we didnt do a good enough job. Wait, did I pipe the icing on smoothly? Did the colour turn out even? OMG did the cake even bake fully?!?" Before I knew it, words rambled out of my mouth, nothing making sense.
My lungs ran out of air. My throat closing up. My vision blurred at the ends of my eyes.
I felt my heartbeat, how rapid it was. I couldn't breathe. Everything felt so...dizzy.
"Velvet!", His voice was the last thing I heard before passing out.
"Doc? Will she be okay?", this voice. It was familiar.
Michael?
"Yes, She will be. She just panicked, and there's a possibility she might've over-thought. So take care of her, and make sure she takes these pills, it will help the attacks."
This voice was unfamiliar. The doctor maybe?
I tried to move my hand, to reach out to Michael.
"ugh.." A groan slipped its way through my lips.
"Seems like she is awake, I will leave her to you." The doctor left and I saw a shadow looming over me.
I squint my eyes, seeing its Michael.
"M- Michael? Where am I? Who won? Am I ok? Why did I pass out? I thought I got over this, whats going o-" Michaels hand was placed gently over my mouth.
"Calm down Velvet. To answer your questions. You're at the hospital. Also we won", His lips tugged upwards.
"You will be okay and you passed out because you were having a panic attack, so I will take my hand off", I nod rapidly, "Only if you answer a question of mine." I thought about it, then nodded.
He slowly took his hand off. "Haaa", I sigh.
"What question would you have mm?" I look at him.
"Mm, what do you mean by 'you thought you got over this?'"
I freeze, I look everywhere but him. "Oh. Um. Uhh..."
"Velvet."
I sigh and look at him, "Yes?"
"You need to tell me, that way I know ur not gonna pass out on me like that again."
His tone shifted, traces of worry left in it.
"hm. I used to have panic attacks, because I over thought too much. But the pills helped! I swear! I just...dont know why it started again."
"Ah." He said before getting up and leaving.
I wait, he'll be back soon
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