CHAPTER 02
[] Alexandra []
I felt my eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise. How did he know my name? Had news gotten around that fast? I had only decided transfer here a few days ago. I turned my head to look at his face.
He had light gray-blue eyes which stood out in stark contrast with his dark, almost black hair. Thick lashes and full lips, topped off with a thin nose. I knew these types of boys. The kind that made every girls head turn when he walked down the hall. Slept with them and then broke their hearts. My image and attitude toward him dropped ten stories.
Before I could say anything, he turned the knob and pushed the door open. To my embarrassment, class was already in session, meaning all eyes were trained on us as we entered. As I expected, nearly every girl either blushed or smiled at the sight of him, then they all averted there gaze to me.
My English teacher, Mr.Cletus, stopped giving whatever speech he was entertaining the class with and turned to us with an accusing stare over his spectacles.
"Mr.Oliver, thank you for escorting our new student to class." Mr.Cletus said. 'Mr.Oliver' bowed with mock politeness. "Nonetheless, you are late. Detention after school. My room." Oliver wolf whistled. "All right. This should be hot." The class burst into laughter as he made his way to his desk. I made a face.
My teacher just rolled his eyes, as if he was used to dealing with this idiot all the time. I was surprised with how cool he was with it. Some of my other teachers would've skinned the bastard alive.
Mr.Cletus looked over at me with a smile. "Class, this is our new student, Alexandra Mathews." I beamed at the my classmates, having already gone through many times. "Hey." I shrugged one shoulder, half raising an arm before stuffing it back into my jean pocket. Some blond guy waggled his eyebrows at me. I bit my lip and stifled a laugh.
Mr.Cletus cleared his throat and gestured to the empty desk in the second row, beside the window. Right next to Oliver's.
I slowly made my way over, pointedly ignoring Oliver's gaze as I scraped back my chair and sat down, throwing my books onto the desk top.
Our teacher clapped his hands together and began his lecture. "Today, we shall be taking a closer look at some of Shakespeare's works." I groaned inwardly. I had studied Shakespeare to the depths of Hell last year at St.Calivers. One of the more elite schools I had attended. He turned his back to us and scrawled some words onto the chalkboard, the chalk making a scritch scritch scritch. I grimaced and hastily tuned everything out.
Eventually, I even managed to drift off a bit. I sat back and tapped a jerky rhythm onto my notebook with the end of my pencil . My eyes roved lazily around the classroom and then lingered on the world outside the window.
The rain had cleared up, leaving the azure sky clear of clouds. A breeze wafts in and I breathe in deeply, appreciating the refreshing smell of damp grass. And then, I see something that catches my eye, jerking me awake.
Its a cat. A sleek black cat. Its just sitting there on its haunches in the grass, staring up at me with a surprisingly intelligent gaze. But that's not what made me launch to my feet, my skin prickling all over.
Its eyes; round and human-like, were blood red.
The class has gone silent, watching me. I whirled around, and jabbed a finger at the cat not far below. "Look!" "Ms.Mathews-" Mr.Cletus protested, but curious classmates were already rising from their seats and crowding around the window to see what I was spasming about. The cat hadn't moved. Its crimson eyes bore into mine, sending violent shivers up and down my spine. The blonde boy who was standing beside me frowned.
