The Vows Of Vengeance

Isabel Morgan

"He knows my roll number." For the tenth time that day, I stated it. I had a smile on my lips that had been there since the morning, and my head was resting on Abby's shoulder.

The four of us were sitting at a table enjoying our dinner.

"Cease! Margot remarked, "It's just a roll number."

Abby halted her and began, "No. That is not the point. He is aware of her roll number, which indicates that he either watches her or has tracked her. You can't recall everyone in our class because there are about 80 of us and the roll numbers are complicated.

Del stated, "Yeah, so that means there is still hope."

I gave a joyful nod.

I acted as though I was content and that there was still hope. I understood, however, that there was no hope.

He would have replied to my texts appropriately if he truly liked me, but instead, he acts as though I'm pressuring him.

"I forgot to tell you guys, on my way back from the library, I saw Reign." Del looked at Margot as he said.

Margot has a thing for Reign. Every day after class, she waits for him to catch a glimpse.

"Really!?"

"Yep, and he wore a black tee."

He looks fantastic in a black t-shirt, which is what she finds most attractive about him.

"Why didn't you call me?"

I rolled my eyes. "Lady, your love has driven you insane. Are you aware of how far our hostel is from the library?

"I can do anything for him."

"Anything?" Abby inquired.

"Yeah, of course." "Text him then."

"Are you crazy?" Taking her phone away from Abby, she nearly yelled.

I looked at Abby, and we both shook our heads.

We continued our supper conversations.

"Tell me what's wrong?" As soon as we were in the room, Del started talking.

"Nothing." I shook my head.

"He is noticing you, that's a good sign, yet you look lost."

"I know he won't, and he isn't moving at all. I could only get him to notice me after three months. There are now only three months remaining before the semester ends. I'll be in one region and he'll be in another."

"He's at least taking notice of you. Baby steps. "I said," she said.

I hugged her while sitting on her bed and said, "That's the problem, I don't have time."

"What did you feel today, sitting beside him?"

"Apprehensive. My tummy was churning with butterflies. My face was simply blazing.

She grinned.

I inhaled deeply. "He smells good, by the way."

"Oh, does he?"

I gave a nod.

"But Cheeks, smells like sweat."

She chuckled.

We have decided to call Brody Cheeks. We all joined Abby in calling him that, and I'm not sure why.

"He needs to bathe."

"I agree."

"Tell me about you, what's going on with Shane?" Her lover, Shane, is ten years her senior. I think it's kind of sexy. Dating an older man, you know. The same tale. "He doesn't call." "Some days ago, he did call you, didn't he?"

"It's a long way, bro. He simply isn't ready to comprehend that I have insecurities. He doesn't give me any time at all, even though we are in a long-distance relationship; that is unfair."

She met Shane on Instagram, by the way. He texted her during one of her weakest moments, and she became attracted to him as they began to converse. And during the first week of college, they both started dating.

It's becoming messy now.

"I understand that he has a job and all, but sometimes it makes me doubt him."

Why question him? He has a hectic work, and you don't want to talk on the phone all the time if you're stressed out when you get home."

However, he spends every day with his pals. Is that reasonable? Despite being his girlfriend, I don't believe I'm even on his list of priorities.

"What is meant by that? You do, of course.

"No. That is the issue. She went on to say that she had doubts about him because she believes he is avoiding her. After all, he likes another girl.

I attempted to persuade her, but she already had everything planned out.

The following day, we were seated in our regular seats once more, and the instructor started informing us about the upcoming music concert at our institution.

Mrs. Robinson began, "The largest music event, Symphony Shindig, is being held at our campus as usual. Numerous colleges will participate, and certain bands selected from our campus will also compete."

Then she stepped aside to present us with the "Symphony Shindig" teaser.

When it was over, "I want a duo performance from this section for the opening ceremony."

Mrs. Robinson ignored the half of the class that raised their hands and pulled out her diary.

"Sebastian Briggs?" She gave a call.

Sebastian straightened his posture and got up from his chair, placing both hands in front of him.

"Gosh! Take a look at that ass. I heard Abby whispering.

I could immediately see his ass because he was wearing grey sweatpants, which made it stand out.

I responded, "What do you think I am staring at?" "Pervert." She remarked.

I lightly struck her arm. "Why the hell are you staring at his ass? Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Quiet, please." Mrs. Robinson gave a reprimand. I sat up upright.

"Mr. Briggs, your band has been selected?" Sebastian was asked.

Yes. Sebastian is the lead guitarist and singer in a band.

Alongside Sebastian, Stanley plays drums, Brody plays guitar, and Ashton is the lead vocalist.

Sebastian gave a nod.

"I want you guys in the music room." She gave an order.

"Yes, Mrs. Robinson."

"You can sit." He took a seat.

"Miss Morgan."

As soon as my eyes grew big, I got up from my chair.

Now, what did I do?

I said, "Yes, Mrs. Robinson?"

"I would like to talk to you." You? Why?

I haven't taken any action.

"Me?" Uncertain if she was referring to the right Miss Morgan, I queried.

"Yes, you, Ms. Morgan. After class, in the music room."

I gave a nod. "Okay." I reclined in my chair.

What was it I did?

"What was that?" Del inquired.

I said with a shrug, "I don't know."

"Are you gonna sing in the opening ceremony?" She inquired.

"Are you insane?" I shook my head. I don't know anything about singing, and I haven't tried out for any auditions."

"Then why is she calling you?"

"Maybe she's misunderstanding me with some other Ms. Morgan."

"Yes. I do not doubt that. "Margot said."

I approached her after class to let her know that she was misinterpreting me.

"Mrs. Robinson!" As she was leaving, I called. She paused and pivoted. I sprinted over to her.

"I believe there is a misunderstanding, Mrs. Robinson. I am being mistaken for someone else by you. I haven't tried out for any contests. I made an effort to clear away.

"You are Isabel Morgan?" She repeated her question.

I gave a nod. "Yes, I am her."

"Then there's no confusion."

"But I haven't auditioned."

"I know your mother, she used to teach music, right?"

I gave a nod. "Yes, she did, but how a-"

"She was my friend in high school. I loved her voice. I want to hear you."

"Me? I'm not very good at singing. I answered.

"I have the last say on that. I'd like to hear you perform. "You have thirty minutes to prepare yourself," she remarked, glancing at her watch.

What the fuck?

As she turned to go, I said, "I don't want to do this."

"Why?" Because I'm afraid of the audience that will be watching me speak.

"I am not a good singer."

"Do you want me to give your mother a call?"

I immediately shook my head.

I'll be killed by that woman! Because she doesn't recall any relationships when it's music. Not even her daughter.

"All right. Ms. Morgan, thirty minutes." She then departed.

Having to go to the music room, I hurried to my pals and ordered them to leave.

Which song ought I to perform?

This is really challenging.

I haven't performed professionally in years. I'm merely a bathroom singer now.

It took me ten minutes out of my thirty minutes to choose the tune I would sing.

I practiced the song for twenty minutes while wearing my earphones.

When I tell my mother that I will be singing at a major campus event, I want to see the joy on her face.

She will be quite pleased with me.

It was 11:30 a.m. when I looked at the time. Fuck! It's already 11:30! By now, I ought to have arrived at the music room.

I sprinted as quickly as I could. However, I had no idea how to go to the music room. I tried to follow the instructions, but they were really unclear. The guard I asked gave me directions that ended in a dead end. No students were present to inquire. This block was incredibly deserted.

I was breathing heavily and losing hope when I heard some noises that sounded like laughter.

The noises were my only hope, so I followed them. Sebastian, Stanley, Ashton, and Brody owned it. They were moving in my direction.

"Can you tell me where the music room is?" I hurried over to them.

Asking this question required a lot of bravery on my part. Why? Because Sebastian was a member of the group, and I had greatly disgraced myself.

I followed Brody to the music room.

"Thanks a lot." I hurried to the music room after thanking him.

I knocked on the door and went into the room, where Mrs. Robinson was sitting by herself.

"I was waiting for you." When she spotted me, she said.

"I was just a bit lost."

"Come in."

I stepped inside and faced her.

"What am I gonna hear from you?"

"There's a song by Olivia Rodrigo... Brutal."

"Oh. That song appeals to me. I'd be thrilled to hear that.

The person I least expected came in when there was another knock on the door.

Briggs, Sebastian.

No!

In front of him, I can't sing. I am unable to.

He's too much.

"You mean Sebastian? For what purpose are you here? Mrs. Robinson inquired.

"I left my guitar capo." That was what he was looking for.

"C'mon, begin." She informed me.

No. Please, not in front of him.

After finding what he was looking for, Sebastian was about to leave when Mrs. Robinson intervened. "Sebastian, I need to talk to you."

"I'll call everyone then." "Oh," he said.

"No," she said. Not them. You sing and you play the guitar, correct?

He gave a nod.

"Take a seat."

Sebastian sat down next to her, staring at me.

No!

I'm not a singer.

I am unable to.

It's okay, I can handle it, she chuckles.

But I can't stand it when he laughs at me. I am unable to.

I was having trouble starting.

You're capable! Viv, I have faith in you!

"Begin." She repeated herself.

With trepidation, I nodded.

His eyes were on me and mine on him for a few seconds.

Then he added, "Mrs. Robinson, I'll be outside," rising from the stool he was perched on. I need to call someone. It will require ten minutes.

"Okay, be back soon."

He simply walked away.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Begin, Ms. Morgan."

I started singing after nodding.

Alright, I wasn't flawless, but I don't believe it was that horrible.

I performed fairly well.

"I won't say you are a great singer, but you can improve." She remarked.

I smiled lightly at her.

"I believe you're capable. In 3 weeks, Symphony Shindig will take place. By the end of this week, I would like to hear from you.

I gave a nod.

"And you'll be performing in the opening ceremony."

Although I wasn't expecting this, I was glad to hear it-not for me, but because I knew my mother would be pleased.

I'm eager to inform her.