As I emerged from the cozy confines of my apartment, I locked the door behind me and strolled over to meet Alex. His car, a shiny Honda, gleamed in the morning light, and his warm smile beckoned me to come closer. I slid into the passenger seat, and we set off on our daily adventure.
The past two days had been a whirlwind of excitement, exploring the halls of Sch with Alex by my side. His kind heart, genuine nature, and quick wit had made him an instant friend. And let's not forget those striking features - chiseled jawline, amber eyes, and a mop of messy hair that only added to his nerdy charm.
As we cruised into school, the morning sun casting a golden glow on our faces, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. But all too soon, we reached the entrance, and our paths diverged.
As the lecturer's voice boomed across the hall, a hush fell over the students like a velvet cloak. "Good day, everyone," he said, his eyes twinkling with a hint of warmth, like the first spark of a crackling fire. With a gentle thud, he placed a stack of books on the table, the sound echoing through the silence like a whispered secret. "Before we delve into today's lecture, I'd like to introduce a special student to the class." His gaze swept across the room, his eyes locking onto a figure two benches ahead of me. "Let's call on Ethan Blackwood, shall we?"
All I could see was the back of the guy's head, a messy mop of hair obscuring his face like a veil of mystery. He was sitting two benches ahead of me, his broad shoulders and muscular build evident even through his shirt. Ethan Blackwood, the enigmatic stranger, seemed to be hiding in plain sight, his presence as subtle as a ghost. He didn't even bother standing up, just lazily waving his hand in acknowledgement, a gesture as nonchalant as a summer breeze. No respect, no courtesy, just a dismissive flick of his wrist, like a conductor dismissing a mediocre performance. I expected the lecturer to call him out, to reprimand him for his disrespect, but instead, a smile crept onto his face, and he said, "Let the lecture begin," his voice as smooth as honey.
What the hell just happened? I thought, my mind reeling in disbelief, like a top spinning out of control. Ethan Blackwood, the guy who seemed to think he was above the rules, got a free pass? The lecturer's smile seemed to say, "Ah, yes, Ethan, you're charming scamp,". My eyes narrowed, my thoughts seething with indignation, like a cauldron bubbling over. Who did this guy think he was, anyway? "Fuck Ethan," I hissed under my breath, my pen scratching across my notebook with a vengeance, like a sword slashing through the air.
U have a problem with me?" a voice snapped, interrupting my daydreaming. I turned to face the speaker, and my eyes locked onto Ethan's annoyed expression. "Excuse me?" I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Ethan's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "U have a problem with me or my name?" he pressed on, his tone dripping with irritation.
But then, like a splash of cold water, familiarity hit me. "Wait a minute... aren't you the rude guy from the coffee shop?" I blurted out, my eyes wide with surprise. Ethan's expression changed from anger to confusion, his eyebrows furrowed in puzzlement.
And then, my gaze dropped to his lap, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. There, in plain sight, was a girl, her head bobbing up and down in a way that left little to the imagination-she was sucking his d*** "OH. MY. GOD!" I shrieked, my voice echoing across the classroom like a siren.
The whole class turned to stare at me, their faces a mix of shock and amusement. "Miss Emily, do you have something to say?" the lecturer asked, his voice stern but amused. Ethan just grinned at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "No sir, I'm fine," I stammered, my face burning with embarrassment. The lecturer nodded, and the class continued, but my gaze kept drifting back to Ethan, who was still grinning at me like a Cheshire cat.
"Oh my goodness gracious, how on earth can you guys be doing this in class?" I whispered, my voice trembling with shock and disbelief. "And wait a minute, is that Bianca from the law department? How in the world did she even end up here?" I asked, my eyes wide with astonishment.
"That's why we're being quiet," Ethan replied sarcastically, his voice dripping with annoyance.
Suddenly, four more boys turned to stare at me, their eyes fixed on me like hawks. Two of them were seated on Ethan's left side, and two on his right, with Ethan himself sitting in the middle like a king on his throne. I recognized them as the same group of boys from the coffee shop.
"It'd be better for you if you do the same," the second guy on Ethan's left side said, his voice low and menacing, his index finger pressed to his lips in a shhhhhh motion.
But then, the first guy on Ethan's right side spoke up, his voice surprisingly defensive. "Just leave her alone, guys. She's not bothering anyone."See, girl, just focus and don't mind us, okay?" He said, his voice dripping with condescension.
I nodded meekly, feeling like a scolded child, and all of them turned back to their activities, Bianca's heads still bobbing up and down. I was left sitting there, feeling like an outsider my gaze fixed on the back of their heads in disbelief.
"Thank goodness, that's all for today!" the lecturer announced, packing up his books with a hint of relief. I couldn't agree more - I was eager to escape the uncomfortable atmosphere that had settled over the hall. As I hastily gathered my belongings, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, my mind still reeling from the disturbing scene I had witnessed. I didn't dare look back, fearing I might catch Ethan's eye, but I could sense his gaze following me as I made my way out of the hall. I quickened my pace, my heart racing with anticipation, desperate to put this unsettling experience behind me. The image of Bianca and Ethan's antics was seared into my brain, and I couldn't shake the feeling of disgust that g gf lingered long after I left the hall.
As I stepped into the library, the thrum of activity enveloped me, a palpable energy that seemed to vibrate through every molecule of air. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the space, enticing me to indulge in a caffeine-fueled study session. I wove through the crowds of students, my eyes scanning the room for a haven, a refuge from the chaos. The vending machine, a metallic siren, beckoned me with its promise of salty snacks and sweet treats. I succumbed to its allure, feeding it a few crumpled bills and retrieving a bag of crunchy goodness.
With my snack in hand, I made my way to the third floor, a sanctuary of sorts, where private rooms beckoned like oases in the desert. I had heard whispers of these coveted spaces, where students could retreat from the din and focus on their studies in peace. I was determined to claim one as my own, if only for a few hours.
As I reached the third floor, a soft hum of quiet contemplation enveloped me, a gentle respite from the frenetic energy below. I approached the desk, where a librarian with a kind smile and wire-rimmed glasses greeted me. "Welcome to our private study rooms," she said, her voice a soothing balm. "Which room would you like to rent?"
I selected a room with a plush armchair and a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, the perfect haven for an introverted bookworm like myself. As I settled in, the soft rustle of pages and the gentle creak of the armchair created a symphony of solitude.
But my peace was short-lived, as a knock on the door broke the spell. "Enter!" I called out, my curiosity piqued. The door swung open, and Ethan strode in, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.
My heart skipped a beat. What was he doing here? And why did he want to invade my private sanctum? I narrowed my eyes, intrigued. "What do you want, Ethan?" I asked, in an irritated tone.
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Please note that new characters will be introduced in the next chapter, including Liam, Michael, Julian and Caleb.
( Ethan's four friends)
