Lovers: Boarding School Vol. 2//The First Reset

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[The song in the video insert = Perfect for this chapter. ^^^THIS SONG ^^^ HOWEVER PERFECTLY DESCRIBES VIOLET'S AND JAMES RELATIONSHIP! IT IS *chef's kiss* YES.]

Gomen'nasai for the late update! I don't know why so many people want my ass this month and I'm truly sorry for failing you guys please forgive me ( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

Okay enough about my flaky ass, let's go swimming!

*WARNING*: underwater smut scene ahead. From what I've read online, having sex in water ain't all that pleasant so please don't take this fictional piece of work as a sex guide! Writers take creative liberty on stuff that would be awkward and unrealistic in RL all the time and this story ain't any different!

Enjoy!

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"Charlie and Frank, am I right?"

Two male NPCs in a hallway froze at the female voice demanding their attention. With sweat collecting on both of their foreheads, the two NPCs looked behind them and found the current queen of the school, Violet Leigh, smirking at them with her arms crossed over her chest.

"I-It's Chris and Felix," one of the NPCs bravely corrected.

"Does it matter?"

The two NPCs sealed their mouths closed like their fates.

Creeping closer to them, Violet went up the NPCs and made quick work of them.

"You on the left," she said with unabashed cockiness, "go fetch me some Turkish delight from Masters. Before dinner time."

The NPC's eyes bugged out. "But that's two hours away!"

"D-D-Did I stutter?" she challenged, shutting the NPC down. The NPC immediately folded and stared down at his feet.

"And you--" Violet purred as she set her sights on his friend. "Since you're not as mouthy as this one, why don't you do my Gone with the Wind paper for Mr. Reinhart's English class? It's due in two hours."

The NPC on the right gulped and hung his head in silent submission.

The girl with the Cartier earrings smiled as brilliantly as the diamonds she wore. "I'm glad you two understand so quickly," she said, satisfied. "Now scram."

The two NPCs scurried off in different directions, leaving the smug raven-haired witch to herself. By the time the two NPCs had left to complete their assigned errands, the hallway had vastly thinned out, with more and more NPCs escaping or evading the hallway in which Violet strutted down like a tigress prowling for its next easy meal.

Violet's path remained relatively NPC free as she descended down the stairs humming a little tune to herself. Control, respect, and bomb ass sex danced in the palm of her hand and the irresistible power and satisfaction it granted her was intoxicating. Those days where she'd been the butt of everyone's disdain felt so long ago, and she felt like this new Violet, this new her, was a dazzling new skin that was impenetrable and resistant to anything, even death.

That old Violet who suffered and grieved for naught was dead; and now this new Violet was the one who answered the phone.

Her rare elated mood turned a rancid green however when she reached the main landing of those stairs and spotted, in her periphery, a tall and familiar silhouette coming from the opposite direction. He was ascending the stairs, with his leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder and his hand carrying a thin, bone-white book that Violet instantly recognized.