The Alpha's Indian Mate

Chapter 15

CHAPTER 15

Today was Monday and I was sitting in my usual space in maths, contemplating life. The weekend had given me more than enough to think about and Estelle’s words kept re-sounding in my mind as if my brain had chosen to record her words and replay them continuously until I did something. After Saturday, I hadn’t heard from Drew. More precisely I had chosen not to hear from him because I hadn’t responded to a single call or text that he’d sent me.

The possibility that Estelle might be correct in her predictions that Drew and all of the friends I’d made so far in Jacobson High were You – Know – What was silly. They didn’t even exist. And why should I believe the words of a girl who had tried to beat me up on my first day of school? I’d much more willingly trust my new friends than the enemy – for that was what she was, wasn’t she?

I kept glancing at the clock that was hung next to the doorway, dreading the ring of the bell signalling the end of the lesson. I had managed to evade Drew in the morning as I’d persuaded my mother to drop me to school at the crack of dawn – or so it felt. As for the others, I’d ignored their calls and tried to be as vague as possible in reply to their numerous texts. But all that would change next lesson in chemistry. I was going to be sitting next to Victor and something told me he wouldn’t be very happy today.

Finally, the dreaded ring of the bell greeted my ears and I packed my books into my bag with lethargy that was brought on by fear. I was the last to leave the classroom and the last to enter my chemistry lesson. My face was blazing in flames of heat as I made my way to the back. I pointedly avoided his glare.

Victor didn’t acknowledge my timid hello as I sat beside him. Instead he gave me a curt nod with his eyes locked onto the white board where Mrs Jennings was scribbling down a definition.

I felt awful at his refusal to look at me but I couldn’t do anything or say anything because I was afraid. Estelle had sprung doubts in my head that I had tried to ignore before. What if she was telling the truth? After all Victor, Drew, Louise and Lucy were not exactly normal. Something about them was vaguely off – something I couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Chemistry passed in a harsh monotone of torture as I knew that both the brothers in the room would hunt me down the second the bell signalling lunch rang. My only hope was that it was Victor and not Drew who got to me first. At least with Victor it wouldn’t be quite so awkward. He may be cross at my obvious attempt to ignore him over the weekend but it wouldn’t take very long to make him laugh. After all, my accent itself made him smile so I didn’t have to do much.

But Drew – on the other hand – was an entirely different case. Images of the kisses we had shared were searing through my brain and every-time I bit my lip in anxiety I was reminded of the way his lips had caressed them. To say I was beyond terrified would be an understatement.

The bell rang and I was sat rooted to the spot, terrified that should I be the first to leave the brothers wouldn’t take much time to hunt me down. That was a bad move because the brothers took their time packing until we were the only ones left. My only comfort was that Victor had begun to melt and he no longer looked cross but had a look of sympathy on his face. I didn’t want to find out what Drew was feeling and so I refused to look at him. Mrs Jennings had left after a few moments, saying the canteen was selling pizza today and I felt overwhelmed as the silence pressed itself upon us.

And then to my horror, Victor began to walk over to the exit. I began to follow him only to have myself held back by an arm that had wound itself around my waist. I was pulled flush against a wall of muscle and I had to stop myself from whimpering in fear. Drew was glaring down at me – his green eyes ablaze with fire.