Building Sandcastles

Chapter 3- Someone Had Apperently Turned Up The Heat

*BS Chapter 3*

He stared at me, straight into my eyes, like as if he could see my soul and my breathing stopped but after a minute, he came down from the bike and just walked off, clad in his black leather clothes, without looking at me again. Who is he? But for sure, he was trouble.

The bell rang, breaking me out of my reverie before I hurridly ran to my locker to grab by books and walking to class, aware that the boys in my cohort was looking at my legs though they couldnt recognise me due to the fact that I had a change of appearence today. Typical and also the reason why I don't dress up for school. It's now French with Madam Jovile.

Take my usual seat at the back, I took out my pencil case and all of a sudden, Madame Jovile said, "Class, we have a new student here with us today, please make him feel welcomed. Now, would you like to introduce yourself?"

"I'm Elliot Victor Mendes and that's all you have to know," the new-comer said in a velvety voice. At that, I turned around quickly, almost giving me a whiplash. Elliot frickin Victor frickin MENDES?! Woah just woah... The Mendes family owns a construction company around the world, they are R.i.c.h. I even heard that they had underground connections though it has not been proven. There was also news that his Elliot's mother died in a car accident. Poor guy.

"Elliot, would you like to take a seat next to Kylie at the back?" Madame Jovile offered the only empty seat which was next to mine. Nobody wanted to seat with the 'peasent'. As he walked down the aisle, the girls in my class gave me glares as deadly as cobras while the boys sized him up. Huh.

As he sat next to me, he turned to me, giving me a tiny smirk on his full lips and turned to the board. I stopped breathing. Again. I could not even concertrate at all in class, and french is my favourite subject. It started when mummy took me to France. I could just feel the electricity zinging between Elliot and I. Gah. Throughout the whole lesson, I gave surreputitious glances at Elliot. He was... Straightdown gobsmacking drool-worthy Hot. With ebony black hair that contrasts with his pale skin, it covered a side of his eyes, styled in a way that was messily perfect, sapphire blue eyes, straight nose, long lashes, full kissable lips, strong jaw and on the leaner side. He was what people called a demi-greek god. Once, he caught me staring at me and heat flooded my cheeks. "Like what you see?" He whispered before turning back to the board and that was minutes before the bell rang.

When class ended after what seemed like infinity, I stood up and hurriedly took my bag and pencil case, leaving before anyone did. I could not take it! Thank god it was free period now.

I climbed up the beautiful spiral staircase, all the way up to my secret room, the grand piano room. It held a glossy black piano and the best part, no one in school except the cleaners come up here, it was a forgotten room. I came up here whenever I had the time. Scalling the keys, I played some pieces to calm my nerves... It's going to be a long long day.

An hour or two later, it was it was history with Mr. Jerome. I do love History too... Ah screw it, I love everything. Entering the classroom, I wasn't expecting who I was about to see. At my usual seat, sat Elliot Mendes... And he was surrounded by my classmates, the girls were shamelessly flirting with him while the boys were asking him if he played any sports. I din't know why but him seating at my place was seriously pissing me off. After all, that seat at the back made me inconspicuous.

I stalked there, making the people turn towards me.

"Get out of my seat," I calmly said.

Elliot turned towards me and smirked, "Now why would I do that, girly?"

Gosh I wanted to slap that smirk away. "Just because. And my name is not girly," I seethed.

"Look bitch, if Elliot wants to seat here, let him seat here," said Illi.

"Yeah, you're nothing but a commoner," seconded Coco.

My classmates started throwing insults at me, with the exception of Elliot who was watching me. I was just holding back the tears that were threatening to spill.

Just then, Mr. Jerome finally came into class, shushing everyone down. Thank god.

I took another seat which was situated at the corner of the room, I hated this seat! I prefered the last seat by the window which was where 'HRM' was seated and now staring at me. I hate this day. But lunch time would be worst.

All of a sudden, the door banged open and another person entered.

"Sorry, I'm late!" He survayed the class before looking at a piece of paper, "This is History with Mr. Jerome, right? I'm a new student."

"Why yes. Are you by any chance Zachery Asher Kade?" Mr. Jerome asked.

From where I was seated, I could see Elliot freeze at the name.

"That's me," grinned Zachery. I swore I heard the female population give a dreamy sigh.

Zachery FREAKING Asher FREAKING Kade?! Why was there a sudden increase in infamous heirs at Krestwood?

Zachery Asher Kade's family owned a reknowed oil company. And yes, it was international. Zachery was adorable. With light brown hair, warm brown eyes, warm smile, he was everything that screamed warm and cuddley and loveable.

"Take the seat next to Kylie, Zachery," Mr Jerome stated before writing the things were were about to learn on the board.

Again, the glares from the girls. I guess it wasnt exactly fair that I got to seat with two hot guys before lunch.

Zachery sat down and turned to me, sticking out his hand,

"Hi, I'm Zachery," he greeted pleasently .

I gave a small smile and shook his hand, "Kylie." Zachery looked at me for a moment with a confused expression, "Do I know you? You seem so familiar."

Oh shit oh shit... Does he recognise me?

I quickly replied, "No I don't. Maybe you've mistaken me for another person."

"Maybe..." He trailed off and turned back to the board. Throughtout the lesson, Zachery gave me glances with a puzzeled expression. Crap.