Addicted to Green

CHAPTER 1

NAVINA

My head lays gently on my desk, my eyes fluttering closed. For a moment, I was at peace and finally getting sleep until I heard a bang on my desk. I jump out of my socks and look up, seeing my teacher, Ms. Summers. Her blonde hair is in a ponytail and her big blue eyes look strict and aggravated.

"No sleeping in class, Navina. You're better than that."

'You're better than that' I mock her in my head. I try to refrain from rolling my eyes.

"Sorry, Ms. Summers I just stayed up all night studying for a science test," I say this slowly and very tiredly. I see empathy covering her features, looking like she knows that's not true, but it is. Even though my best friend Eden, who's not in this class but my first-period class, which is art, is in, she was the same way as me. Dead? Tired? All of the above

"Okay, well, still pay attention." I nodded, sighed, and picked up the pencil to do my geography work. Everyone around me stares and whispers.

I hate it here.

Ever since...Well, everyone whispers behind my back and stares at me like I'm going to break any second. I hate it. Everyone thinks I'm made of glass. Why can't people just look at me normally?

"Who are you?" I hear Ms. Summers' voice boom from her seat, and I look up at the doorway, seeing a tall and very handsome boy walk into this 11th-grade class.

He has brownish, blackish, fluffy hair and blue eyes. Jeez, his eyes are the palest grey I have ever seen. He looks to have a silver piercing in his brow, a septum—and another. Yes...another in his ears. One is a silver stud and the other is dangly silver jewelry. I also notice a necklace hidden under his black shirt and a blue sweater that's unzipped.

His bag is slung over his shoulder. It's black and rusted up, looking old. He has black jeans on and black busted-up combat boots like you see in The Vampire Diaries or any of the old shows. He looks—"Caden." I almost widen my eyes, but then I realize I'm probably gushing over a boy I just saw. His voice though? It's like sandpaper, but good sandpaper. It's deep, but also not too deep for a 17-year-old. "I'm in this class." He then finishes blinking at the teacher with what looks like no emotion.

"Okay, well, you can take a seat-" the teacher's eyes scan the room and I notice the empty spot beside me. I plead in my head for him not to sit here. God, please no! I'm going to blow up like a tomato and embarrass myself in front of him.

"-besides Navina," she points to the seat next to me, and I internally groan. I look at Caden—which I think is his name—. I might have been hearing impaired, but that's what I heard. I noticed him looking right into my eyes. I'm mesmerized. I swear, it's like those books on Wattpad I read about. Where you look into the eyes of your 'soulmate'. That deep, intoxicating, mesmerizing, throat-pulling, stare that has you at the edge of your seat and thighs clenched with your mind-raising.

He walks over to me and sits on the seat next to me in the back corner, of course. He takes the seat closest to the wall, puts his bag down on the ground next to the wall, and sits. He shifts in his seat and slouches.

"Caden, next class, I expect you to have no bag."

Caden salutes the teacher with a grim look. I almost burst out in a fit of laughter. Students normally don't talk back or, in Caden's case, sign back to the teacher. Unless you're one of the jocks, I mentally roll my eyes at the thought.

Ms. Summers goes on with her lesson, and I am engulfed in his scent. Jeez, this man is intoxicating, and I know absolutely nothing about him. He smells of forest and man. I really can't explain it any more than that. It's a manly smell, but it also feels like he was dipped in the forest like Dimitre, the earth goddess.