His Mate: Prince Asher

Chapter nine

Everyone stopped talking when they noticed the two people walk into the school. They weren’t in any expensive ride but their dressing —black leather jackets and blank pants with black boots— made them very conspicuous and not to mention their unmatched looks. The boy was tall, like very tall and the girl beside him was only tall up to his shoulders. His very black hair was in in slicked back with a few strands let loose and his deep blue eyes stared at them like he could see their souls. The girl’s red wavy hair was very bright like blood and her slightly round face gave her a little baby look but her deep brown eyes spoke of her experience.
They were a strange pair and looked so otherworldly but despite that fact didn’t change the aura that sips from them. While the girl gave up a warrior feeling plus a feminine beauty, the boy seemed to have this magnet that pulls people to him and despite the hidden fear in his aura, they couldn’t stop themselves from wanting to get closer to him. They both walked into the school like they owned it without a glance at anyone and even the teachers that seemed to be arriving at that moment were held spellbound by the duo.
“Who are they?” a voice asked, throwing the question that everyone wanted to ask but no one knows the answer.
When they were close enough, Anita asked, “where can we meet the principal?” in a singsong voice, grabbing the boys’ attention immediately and they all stared at her like they were under a spell.
Asher stared at the human boys that were staring at Anita and he wanted to slap all of them to call back their attention but he knew Anita could take care of herself and with a swish of her daggers, the boys would be lying in pools of blood. And so he ignored them and his eyes scanned their surroundings. Anita had worked her best last night, forging fake transfer letters for them to help them enroll into the school. His duty is to use his compelling spell to stop the principal from investigating further and if after staying for three days in the school and he doesn’t find who he was looking for, they would disappear just as they appeared.
The school’s landscape was relatively small compared to the open space he had grown up in. Even the training ground on the Blue moon’s pack was bigger than the whole school and then talk about his father’s palace and woods.
“Who are you?” he heard and glanced back at the students to see a middle-aged man walking out from the crowd of students. “I have never seen you before.”
“Oh, we are the new transfer students, that’s why we want to see the principal. Are you the principal?” Anita asked gently, smiling all the way. One can say she really knows how to approach people unlike Asher, whom a single smile has not even donned his lips.
“Yes I am. I was not alerted about new students joining us,” the man frowned.
“Of course you were,” Asher finally spoke up, his smooth velvet voice causing the man to stare at him and he held his gaze. “You must have forgotten.”
“Yes,” the man said, his eyes not leaving Asher’s slightly red eyes which no one seemed to have noticed. “I really must have.”
“Exactly,” Asher replied, “now you are going to ask for our transfer letters and would confirm that we are really transferred to here.”
“Of course,” the man said, finally looking away from Asher and taking the letters that Anita presented to him. He went through them one after the other before looking up at them once more, “Welcome to Western High, Anita O’Conner and Asher Alexander the third,” he frowned, seemingly wondering how that can be a last name but he had no question. “The classes would be starting soon, I would have to trouble you to meet Mrs. Meriwether so that you can be transferred to your respective classes.
“Thank you so much sir,” Anita smiled and the man nodded. With a last glance at Asher and shuddering with internal fear, the man turned and walked away. Students instantly covered the space he walked out of, all of them trying to grab the attention of the new students and also offering to tour them around the school while some opted to take them to Mrs. Meriwether.
Asher ignored them all as his eyes resumed in scanning around, finding the secret hideouts without even looking hard enough. He was at it when he caught sight of the walking girl with her head lowered. She was dressed in an oversized hoodie and baggy jeans, totally different from how she looked that night. If not for her scent which he can now perceive, he never would have known it was her. His eyes stuck on her, watching her every step. And as if feeling his pulling gaze, she raised her head and their eyes met and he saw it, the purple color underneath her eyes even though she tried to cover it up with foundation and the big round glasses she had on.
He felt an internal fury instantly knowing that someone had hurt her and had already arranged one hundred and one ways to make the person pay. He saw the look on her face like she recognized him but he knew that was impossible, she can never recognize him no matter how hard she looked. She shrugged and glanced away soon after, minding her business as she walked towards the school’s doors that leads to the hallway.
“That is Psychic,” a flirtatious voice said, linking her hands on his arm, bringing his gaze to her heavily makeup face. “You should stay away from her, she is bad news.”
Asher scoffed softly and leaned towards her ear, holding himself not to gag at the amount of perfume she had on and it wasn’t helping if he had a high sense of smell. “And you should keep away from me too, I am not only bad news as I can make a meal out of you.” He said that only she could hear and she instantly let go of his arm. With a light smirk, he followed Anita who was being led by a cute looking boy. He had heard their discussion earlier and knew the boy was taking them to the so called Meriwether. He wasn’t repulsing the idea of joining human high school anymore since he had already found his subject of interest without even spending up to an hour.
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Naomi had heard without asking that they were new transfer students and she knew immediately that the boy she saw in the morning must be one of them. Without knowing, she had been secretly waiting for him or both of them to show up in one of her classes but so far she hadn’t seen them again and if it weren’t for the whole school going on and on about them, she might have forgotten about their existence.
She grabbed her books from her locker and shut the door, turning around to walk off when an invisible force knocked her books out of her hand. “What the?” she frowned and bent over to pick them up when she saw slightly tanned hands picking up the books.
“Here, let me help,” a soft velvet voice said and she looked up to meet with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. The owner offered her a soft smile and handed her books to her as they both stood up. “Hi, I’m Asher, I’m new.”
“I know, I saw you this morning,” she replied, feeling kind of strange like she had met him before but she could swear she has not. The boy’s look is unforgettable and if she had ever seen him before, even if a glimpse, she was sure to remember him for the rest of her life, so where is that feeling coming from?
Asher smiled softly, “and you are Naomi,” he said since it looked like she wasn’t going to say any other thing.
Naomi glanced at him sharply, “how did you know that?”
“I heard,” he touched his ear. “Someone called you that.”
“Who? People hardly calls me by name anymore.”
“Well, I had someone call you that. It was a boy, I have forgotten his name but he had curly blonde hair and green eyes.” He didn’t lie, after all, in the woods that night, it was because the boy called her that he happened to know her name.
“Justin,” she called, a smile grazing her lips. “I should have known, of course, only him and the teachers addresses me by my name these days. Well, it was nice to meet you, Asher, but I really have to head on to class.”
“I should too but I don’t know where the class is,” he smiled awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck.
“Oh, what are you having?”
“Chemistry,” he said, having read that from one of her books when he was picking it up.
“What a coincidence, that’s my next class.?”
“Then I will have to trouble you to take me along,” he offered a charming smile, showing off his pearly white set of teeth and his slightly elongated fangs.
“Of course,” Naomi gulped and walked ahead, feeling eerie around him. It’s not that he was acting strange, there was nothing strange about their discussion but she couldn’t help but feel like there was more to the boy than meets the eyes and the thing is, she doesn’t know if she wants to find out what.