Don't be afraid, darling ✔[COMPLETED]

Chapter 2: Who's he?

Unknown POV:
I watched her walk away as though nothing had happened. She casually went to the secretary and requested a locker relocation.
She's got a sharp tongue. The way she literally roasted Daniella made me admire her all the more.
I've watched dozens of new kids get humiliated by Daniella but she is the first one who humiliated her back.
Just like she deserved it.
She did not burst into tears and run away.
I like her.
Kiara Carlyle, be ready to look over your shoulder every minute of your life, for I'll be watching you....

Kiara's POV:
I went to my new locker and loaded all my stuff in it.
I'm not a fan of girly stuff. I don't like my locker festooned with glitter and hearts and teddy bears.
So, instead of blinding pink, I prefer royal blue and midnight black. And no, I'm not some bad biker girl either. I don't own a bike and neither do I  come to school in leather clothing.

I'm something in the middle. I'm not bad looking though I say so myself.
I have light brown hair that looks blonde in the sunlight. My eyes are a greenish brown that looks like the Oakwood Forest canopy. My nose is quite straight and despite what Daniella says, I don't have any pimples.
So its not like I don't get flowers and cards on Valentine's day. I do. Thank you very much.
Its just that I'm not very interested in boys a lot. They're seriously unhot and smell like they took a bath in deodrant and aftershave.
I was just looking at my timetable when a girl with curly red hair opened the locker next to my new one. She studied me for a long time until I got a bit uncomfortable.
"You got something to say, Curly?" I said sharply. Yeah, I'm a really rude person at first meeting, but I can be totally charming once you get to know me. *wink*wink*
She blushed furiously and muttered something like "No no..." and then tried to bury herself in her locker.
Hmmm... she was amusing. I leaned on my locker door and raised my eyebrows at her,"You know, you kind of look you're dying to ask me if I've really drowned Daniella in spoilt milk as you've heard. Well, the answer is yes and I'd do it again, if I could."
She looked at me surprise. And then a nervous smile formed on her face,"It was so cool!" She partly whispered this as though afraid to be heard. So cute.
I grinned nevertheless,"I know, right? She totally deserved it for trashifying my locker!" She laughed. So she can laugh.
I extended my hand, "Kiara Carlyle"
She looked like she would faint as she tried to shake my hand, "Allyson Parker"
I shook my head, "I'll call you Curly. You've got instant noodle level curls!"
She laughed again. I liked her. However opposite of me, she was a timid and shy little thing whom I felt was the least fake person in the school.
Plus, it wouldn't hurt to have a friend who's always in awe of me.
"Wanna escort me to math class?" I winked at her. She beamed,"Sure!"

As we walked to class, she told me about the teachers' habits, behaviour and other useful blackmail material.
I am devious that way...
A guy in a black t-shirt standing next to the classroom door caught my eye.
To say he was gorgeous would be an understatement. He. Was. A. Greek. God.
And I am so not exaggerating. I have NEVER called a guy gorgeous before.
Thick, tousled black hair, dark brown eyes, and sharp, chiselled features screamed perfection.
His muscles bulged through his t-shirt and veined, muscular forearms made me forget my surroundings for a while. His cheekbones and jaw were all rough structure and hard lines.
Could anyone possibly be more 'muscular masculine'?
I nudged Curly and pointed my chin in his direction,"Who's he?"
Curly looked at him with a puzzled expression,"I-I don't know... I've never seen him before. Maybe he's new like you."
New like me.......?
Hmmm....

Greek God guy (more information to come)

Allyson Parker (Curly), 17