The Secret Legacy of Pan - English Translation

Chapter Two

CLASS WITH THE HOTTEST GUY IN SCHOOL

English literature was fantastic on one hand, but terrible on the other. Fantastic, because our teacher Mr Sinclair was great in teaching us about all kinds of literature, both classic and modern. Exactly what I wanted. It was terrible, however, that none of my friends took that class with me. I was alone with the whole Star Club, along with a few of their admirers.

That was why I was pretty much isolated in English. Nobody wanted to sit beside the smelly city that apparently carried lice from the pub to school. Felicity and her noble friends had made sure of that.

I sat down at my lonely table and spread out my school stuff. Then I tried, like always, to suppress everything around me and purely concentrate on class and the books. Lord Byron made that very easy. Just not today. A shadow fell on Byron's "Giaur". When I looked up, HE was standing before me.

"Is that seat taken?", the new guy asked, and, for the first time, I heard his normal voice when it was not croaking. In reality, it was a little deeper, resonant, and reminded me of ice cream – in some way melting, tempting, and refreshing.

Felicity, pull yourself together, I told myself, but I could not help but stare at him. He sat down in the empty chair in one elegant, fluid movement and smiled at me encouragingly by flashing his white, shining teeth. Did he model for toothpaste? Probably, with those choppers. His smile got bigger.

"What's this class like?"

I decided to turn back to Byron. Although he had also been known for being a chick magnet in his time, I preferred him. He was dead, after all. The guy beside me was very much alive – and dangerous. A person who let themselves be kissed by Felicity Stratton in the span of ten minutes could not be harmless. Was he perhaps looking for an opportunity to make fun of me in front of everybody? The Star Club would be over the moon.

"Listen, Felicity, I'm sorry we got off to a rough start..."

He was pretty stubborn.

"We didn't get off to anything", I corrected him. "You went and..." I faltered. He went and did what? Made out with Felicity Stratton. So what? It was not my business. And I could not really fault him for his arrogant behavior. That was probably part of the standard equipment.

"Oh, you're jealous?" He seemed amused.

I took a deep breath and looked straight into his eyes. "Yeah, exactly. I had actually planned to pounce on you in the hallway, but unfortunately, I had to many inhibitions. Your stunning appearance actually managed to intimidate me, usually I'm not that conservative, but rather kiss anyone that crosses my way." I gave him a smile that was as big as his earlier. But I knew that my braces had the exact opposite effect of his blinding smile.

I honestly expected him to be startled and shrug me away. But he did not. He actually had the decency to look sorry. But only for a moment, then the corners of his mouth twitched upwards into an amused grin.

"Okay, I understand. I apologize for my terrible behavior. Let's start anew, okay? I'm Lee FitzMor." He held his hand out to me. I hesitated. But if I did not take his hand now, he would see me as one of those stuck-up bitches that were deemed as wallflowers in every Hollywood-movie.

"Felicity Morgan", I said and shook his hand. In the same moment I winced back painfully. His touch had triggered an electric pulse, an electric shock, as if I had touched one of the cattle fences in Cornwall. I looked up and saw that he was just as appalled as me. Before one of us could react, we were interrupted.

"Listen, Lee", Felicity sat down on my side of the table in a provocative manner. "Would you not rather sit with us?" She nodded towards the other corner of the classroom, where Jack Roberts, Cynthia Newmarket, Ava Gartner were seated, in short, the whole Star Club. "We'll scoot over so you won't be as distracted."