God Of Desire

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Anastasia :

I could feel his eyes on me the second he sat down. It was like a heavy weight, dragging my attention toward him, but I resisted. Focused on the teacher, pretending he wasn't there, I could still sense him watching me, his presence burning into my side.

The whispers in the room hadn't stopped since he walked in, and I didn't need to look around to know everyone was probably staring too. Gunner Torrance. I didn't know him, but apparently, everyone else in this place sure did. The excitement in the room was ridiculous.

The teacher droned on about something I didn't care about. I was already over it, and his staring wasn't helping.

God, what's his problem?

My irritation finally bubbled over, and I snapped, still not bothering to look at him. "Are you gonna keep staring like a creep, or do you have something to say?" My voice was low, almost bored, but it hit with a bite. I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at my lips.

The silence that followed was thick, and I knew I'd caught him off guard. Good.

Finally, I turned to face him. His blue eyes, sharp and piercing, were locked on me, unfazed by my jab. He tilted his head slightly, a smirk forming on his lips. "Just wondering if the rumors about you were true," he said, his voice deep and slow, like he was testing me.

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "What rumors?"

He leaned back in his chair, still smirking like he was enjoying this way too much. "That you were worth the attention."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes and turning back to the front. "Trust me, you're not the first person to be disappointed."

I felt him chuckle softly beside me, but I refused to look at him again. I'd already given him more time than he deserved.

Focus, Anastasia, I told myself, but I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the last time I'd be dealing with Gunner ig that was he's name right?

I could feel him still watching me, his eyes not letting up. My patience was wearing thin, but before I could say anything, he leaned forward slightly, his voice low but clear. "You know, the whole school's been talking about you for the last two weeks."

I didn't bother turning to face him. "Fascinating," I said flatly, my eyes still on the teacher. "That's supposed to impress me?"

He chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "It's not about impressing you. Just saying, you've caused quite the stir without even showing up."

"Well, you must be easily entertained then." I smirked, still not looking at him. His curiosity was starting to get under my skin, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Is this the part where I'm supposed to be flattered? Or just bored?"

He leaned closer, and I could practically feel the heat of his gaze. "You don't seem like the type that's easily impressed either."

Finally, I turned my head slightly, just enough to meet his eyes with my own cold, unbothered stare. "You're catching on fast."

He smiled again, but there was something in his expression, like he was testing the waters. "So what's the deal, Volkov? You blow in from New York with all that hype, and now you're just gonna sit here quietly?"

I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms and giving him my full attention now. "If you think I came here to entertain you or anyone else, you're dead wrong." My voice was firm, not a hint of hesitation. "I didn't ask for your attention, and I don't need it. Got it?"