Saving Madeleine

Chapter Three

CHAPTER III

Madeleine's POV

He cleared his throat while I stared at my physics book, trying my hardest to concentrate on the jumble of symbols and numbers.

Concentrating is hard, especially when ignoring someone who's half a meter away from you.

Detention. With you-know-who.

Wait not Lord Voldemort... Hot guy.

We two were the only ones here, other than the lousy teacher, who decided that his beauty sleep was way more important than doing his job by watching over two harmless teenage kids.

"Look, um..." Hot Guy waited for me to fill in my name. I smirked at the fact that he didn't know my name.

Good. He won't trouble me anymore.

I remained silent, burning holes into the formula by just staring at it.

When I didn't answer, Hot Guy continued with an exasperated sigh, "Mysterious. "That's what I'll call you until you tell me what your name is."

Ew.

I smirked inwardly. My nickname for him was way more creative. It's a good thing he doesn't know that I call him Hot Guy in my head.

"Yeah. So as I was going to say, I am sorry to get you in detention Mysterious." He shrugged and continued under his breath, "Even though it was partly your fault."

He placed his elbows on the table and stared at me, making me squirm under his gaze. "And thank you for that day." He said, referring to when I helped him.

I rolled my pen between my fingers, finally understanding what the formula meant.  My pen suddenly flew out of my hand and near my leg.

I bent down absent mindedly to pick it up. I was wearing a t-shirt, and half way I realized my tattoo could be seen. I immediately covered it up, but I was a millisecond too late.

"You're from the Black Hawks?" Hot Guy asked, surprise and something else etched on his face. "That underground fighting group?"

I stared at him, opening and closing my mouth like a goldfish. The Black Hawks was very secretive. How did he come to know?

"N-no. I don't know what you are talking about." I stammered too quickly for my liking.

I internally slapped myself for my stupidity. He stared at me incredulously as I turned away from his gaze.

The rest of detention went by in a blur. He constantly asked me questions, thankfully not relating to the group, which I did not answer. In the end I had just finished half a page of my physics homework, thanks to Hot Guy.

I didn't feel like calling 'my bodyguard' to pick me up from school so I began walking home.

I took out a small gummy bear packet from my bag and started munching on it. I was on my street just a block away from my house when my instincts told me that someone was following me.

Hot guy.

I groaned slowly. I couldn't let him know where my house was. I stopped and did an about-turn to face him.

'Why are you following me?' I popped a gummy bear into my mouth and placed hand on my waist.

"I'm not", Hot Guy said, smirking lazily.

I rolled my eyes and gave him an I'm-not-that-dumb look.

To that, he simply leaned over the fence of a green colour house on the left in order to open the lock. His muscles flexed and I averted my eyes until he unlocked it.