EMILY

The New Guy

(The scene in this chapter happened after the trip and before Alicia's birthday)

Note: Not edited so tell me if there is any spelling or grammar error.

Emily's POV

Entering the classroom, I looked around to find an empty seat and sighed in relief when I realized that I didn't have to sit with Justin today because there was a free seat in the back of the class. I moved forwards, slumping on the seat and waited for Miss. Sandra to arrive who was late today.

I pulled my notebook out and revised yesterday's lecture, cramming the properties of alkaline metals.

"Can I sit here?" Someone tapped on my desk and I lifted my face up from the book, watched Damien looking down at me from his tall height.

"Sure." I said, mirroring his smile. It was strange for me, a guy talking to me in such a mannerly way.

"I'm Damien." he said as he seated himself on the desk.

"I know." I said shyly. "You are in the band."

A cute smile emerged on his square jaw, he squinted his brown eyes and ran fingers through his dark brown hair. "You are cute. What's your name?"

Cute? Here comes the blush!

I gulped, contemplating whether to tell him or not. If he knew I was Emily Parker, he would figure it out that I was the same miserable, spineless person who have been bullied by her sister for so long.

"Wait I know. You are Emily." he said himself, he must have realized who I was, maybe he even saw the video which Chloe once posted on internet, in which my jeans ripped because it was too tight on my thighs. "I saw you with Alicia. She is our back-up guitarist."

Oh.

"Yeah. She is my friend." I said and pushed my blonde hair behind my ears. "Are you new in this class?"

Of course he was. Stupid Emily!

"Yeah. I've been upgraded to AP physics." he told me and I nodded, feeling self conscious under his scrutiny.

Miss. Sandra arrived soon and started the class. Throughout the lecture, Damien's eyes kept flickering to me, causing the heat creeping up my neck.

There was another set of eyes that I felt on my face, Justin's. After what happened at the camping, I didn't talked to him or even acknowledged him. I hated the fact that I let him kiss me again, I hated this more that I liked his touch, the caress of his lips, the feel of his hands on my waist.

Why couldn't I hate him after everything he had done?

After the class ended, I picked my bag up but before I could leave, Damien's voice stopped me.

"Emily! I think. I'm lagging a bit. Can you help me in the topics I have missed?" he asked and I swallowed, playing with the hem of my shirt. I had no idea why he wanted me to tutor him, there were more intelligent girls than me in the class.

"Umm.. I.." I stammered, feeling suddenly breathless.

"No. She won't. Now go fuck yourself." another masculine voice erupted from somewhere which belonged to Justin. Both of our heads turned towards the source of the voice. Justin stood there against the wall, his murderous glare fixated on Damien.

"I think she can decide for herself." Damien said, matching Justin's glare.

"Emily. Tell this idiot that you can't help him." Justin ordered and I couldn't help but feel angry. He had no right to say that to me after how he behaved last time.

"I'll help you Damien." I smiled at him, ignoring the threatening gaze on my face.

"Thanks." he said and after looking between Justin and me, he left.

I wanted to leave too but Justin gripped my wrist, stopping me from moving. He waited until the whole class got empty, ignoring my attempts at relieving myself. When the last student left, he pulled me towards himself and snaked his arm around my waist.

"What are you doing Justin?" I groaned, trying to free myself but his hold was stronger.

"How dare you flirt with that fucker?" he spat, tightening his hold on me until I felt every inch of his body against mine.

"I was not flirting with him." I whispered, looking deep into his eyes. "And even if I was, you have no right to interfere." It took all my courage to say these words to him.

Anger swirled inside his eyes before he released me but before I could step away, he pushed me. He actually pushed me. And I lost my balance, landing on the hard floor, wincing in pain.

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I lifted my face to look at him, his face contorted with guilt. He bent down to pick me but I crawled backwards, not letting him touch me.

I stood up on my feet and picked up my books, ignoring the pain in my back.

"Go to hell Justin." I spat in anger before walking past him, feeling both angry and hurt.

After so many years, I still couldn't figure him out.

Why did he hate me that much? Was I that hideous? Or is it entirely his fault that he couldn't let me stay happy?

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Too short. I know. Next one will be longer.

Next one: The beach party.