Dilara

Chapter 5:

Adriano puts me behind him.

Someone holds my arm and I see Zoya holding me. Her red braids are down and trail down her back. Her dark skin looks flawless up close and she has a scar on her jaw. Next to her stand Lorenzo, Tezro and Alora.

'Don't start something you can't finish Zoe.' Zoya says.

'Don't fuck with me.' I say. I shrug Zoya off and push through the crowd of people filming.

Adriano jogs to catch up with me, followed by Zoya, Lorenzo, Terzo and Alora.

'Are you ok?' He asks.

'I would be better if you didn't stop me.' I snap, turning to face him.

'Knowing the way you fight, you would've killed her.' He replies.

'She is a good fighter.' Terzo says ruffling his black, tightly curled hair. I can see the mischief in his dark brown eyes. Adriano glares at him.

'He didn't lie.' Lorenzo says. He crosses his arms and flicks a piece of lint off his tattooed bicep.

'You're bleeding.' Alora says. She scrunches up her eyebrows making her eyebrow slit more obvious.

'Oh shit!' I exclaim touching my cheek. I look down at my fingers covered in blood.

'Let's get you cleaned up.' Zoya says. She grabs my hand and leads me down the corridor to the toilets.

We walk into the toilet and Adriano tries following behind us.m but Zoya stops him.

'Girls only.' She snaps.

'I will push through you.' He says calmly.

Terzo and Lorenzo laugh.

'We'll tell you if teachers are coming.' Lorenzo says. He runs a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

Adriano follows us into the toilet and leans against the wall with his leg propped up and arm crossed.

Alora puts some tissue under the tap and pushes her purple hair out of her face.

She puts the tissue in my face and starts wiping the blood off.

'That puttana really dug her nails into you.' She says.

Translation: Whore

Zoya hands Alora a flask after taking a sip of it. Alora pours some onto the tissue and then drinks out of the flask.

'What's that?' I ask.

'Tequila' Zoya replies as Alora dabs it onto your cheek. You flinch from the pain.

'Sorry,' Alora mumbles.

'You just carry tequila around with you?' You ask Zoya.

'Of course.' She laughs taking another drink from it.

I look over at Adriano who's staring at me with a concerned expression.

'Good news, you won't need stitches.' Alora says. She takes out a plaster from her bag and puts it on my cheek.

I turn around and look at the mirror. My hair is a complete mess and my ponytail hangs loosely.

I take out my hair and start redoing my ponytail.

'That's a sick tattoo.' Zoya says painting at the flames of the dragon in my waist.

'It's a red dragon.' I reply. 'It starts on my thigh and travels to my waist.'

I tug my trousers down a little bit lower exposing the head of the dragon to show them. I look up and catch Adriano staring. He looks away.

'That's awesome.' Alora says.