Fallen Angel

Chapter 2

ELLA

Everyone in class, including me, stared at Christian as he just stood there not saying a word. He looked around, probably trying to find a seat. And that's when I realized the only free seat was next to me.

He walked straight up to me, his hands deep in his pockets as he walked. I couldn't help but notice how low his pants were hanging. He should seriously pull those up.

"We meet again." He spoke and smirked as he plopped down in the chair next to me.

I just shrugged, not bothering to answer. I didn't even know if I'd be able to speak without stuttering. He just had that kind of effect on me. He made me nervous.

He cocked his head to the side, his head turned to me. "You know, it's rude not to answer people," he said, sounding clearly amused.

I rolled my eyes, fixing my stare at the front of the class where Mr.Bell was explaining a math problem.

I heard Christian snicker at my right and I turned my head to him. His lips were curled up in the same wide smirk. He seemed to be smirking all the time.

"What?" I snapped, scrunching my eyebrows together, slightly annoyed. Christian annoyed the crap out of me, but then again he scared me. Yet interested me. He just seems so different than other people at this school. And what happened earlier this morning was still fresh in my mind. It really bothered me, but I shook it off. It was probably nothing anyways.

"Oh nothing. You just amuse me." He smirked and twirled a strand of my hair around his finger.

I felt my cheeks heat up and I jerked my head away from him, not wanting him to touch my hair. His every action sent shivers down my back. I felt kind of alarmed every time I was around his presence. Despite the fact that I first saw him this morning.

I tried my best to focus on my work but Christian didn't make it any easier. He was constantly talking to me and playing with my hair and doing other stuff like that.

God, he's so annoying.

Yet I can't help but feel like I want him. I blame his looks for that. I mean they are perfect. His sculpted jaw, smooth skin, plump lips--

Stop it, Ella. Stop it right now. You can't like this guy. You don't even know him.

"But you'd like to know me, wouldn't you?" Christian suddenly spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts.

What the hell? How did he know what I was thinking? This was getting creepy.

I gave him a 'Are you kidding?' look, causing him to chuckle.

"In your dreams, Christian," I snapped out loud. Everyone was looking at us now. Including Mr.Bell.

"What seems to be the problem, Miss Dawson?" Mr.Bell asked, looking at me and scrunched his eyebrows seeming annoyed.

I muttered a quick sorry and he went back to teaching the class. I turned my head to Christian, who was chuckling with a wide grin on his face. I shot him a glare, as he just chuckled, amused. He's annoying yet interesting and, I must admit, he's hot too.

Damn Ella, do you ever stop?

"So, you think I'm hot?" Christian chuckled, leaning closer to me. What bugged me was the fact that he seemed to read my thoughts. He just seems...imhuman. But at the same time he seems human. He's confusing.

"Do you ever seem to shut up?" I asked, ignoring his question. Christian seemed to tense up at the question and his lips pressed in a thin line. After that, he said nothing, he didn't even once turn his head back in my direction. He just stared blankly to the front of the class.

I sat there, hearing whispers around us, as girls glanced at me in pure jealousy. Christian, however, didn't even seem to notice them. He just stared in front of him, like no one was there. Like he was alone. I couldn't help but glance at him occasionally.

Christian shifted a bit, he probably could feel my stare. Just then, the bell rang, and Christian stood up from his chair. Before I could say another word, he had already leaned closer to me, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke.

"You shouldn't think that much of who I am, Angel. It may be dangerous." His voice was extremely low and raspy. It was different each time he spoke, but the cold tone in it never left. It was always there, sometimes more noticeable than other times. He scared me. His words scared me.

His words rang through my head as Christian shot me one last smirk before turning around and walking out of class.

'You shouldn't think that much of who I am.'

That just made me think of him more. Of what he is.