A Surprise That Changed Her Life

Chapter 19: It Ain't Over

Thank you, @bizzlesmydonut for the lovely cover!

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Violet's POV

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The International Relations class was quite interesting to say the least. Issac came to sit beside me as usual and thankfully didn't commented on what transpired today. We stayed silent for Mrs. Lanes was giving her lecture.

The interesting part was that Brad, who was sitting behind me, passed me notes and when I didn't paid attention to his notes, he kept kicking my chair and throwing tiny pieces of paper on my hair. Getting frustrated because of his antics, I subtly threw him a hard glare and picked up the first and only note he had thrown in my lap. I glanced at Issac to see if he was paying any attention to me which he thankfully wasn't. Then I unfolded the piece of paper and read it: 'Meet me where you caught me after this class.'

Once again checking my surroundings, I wrote on the back of the paper: 'I've a class. Sorry.'

I passed the note back to him without making it obvious that we were talking through notes. A few moments were peaceful, and then another note dropped in my lap. I picked it and read it: 'I don't give a shit. Be there. And give me your fucking phone number.'

I decided to ignore it because I couldn't bunk the next class just to talk to him. The next class was history and Kate would be there. If I bunked, she'd sure ask me questions to which I didn't have answers.

Ignoring him proved to be impossible as usual because the jerk was kicking my seat. Finally my patience gave away and I replied, just to make him leave me alone. Can you believe it! I, Violet Steele, agreed to bunk a class just to meet a boy at the back of the bleachers! Never thought I'd see this day! 

He stopped bothering me after that. The remaining ten minutes of class were peaceful. Just before the bell rang, Issac turned to me, "So, are you up for our plans today?"

I nodded, "Yes, of course. I'll text you my address, aye?"

The bell rang just as he opened his mouth to reply. So he just nodded and smiled. Then he waved his hand at me and left. I shook my head, smiling, at the childishness he just showed, and then collected my things. Leaving the class, I went straight to the bleachers, eager to get this over with.

When I got there, Brad was already there, leaning on the wall with his hands inside his pockets and eyes closed. He looked straight out of a magazine in his designer black jeans, white T-shirt, his signature dark brown leather jacket and brown ankle boots. There is no doubt that he is hot! 

I stepped closer to him, still studying his beautiful features. He opened his eyes, feeling the presence of another human and without even looking at me, he said coolly, "Stop with the staring, Steele. It's getting creepy."

Damn! What is he? An alien? His eyes were closed for God's sake!