Wicked Love

Chapter 2

I settled into an empty seat in the back of my fourth-period classroom, which was English. Aside from getting tripped and name-called, the first three periods went by smoothly. Just another normal day for me. I also haven't seen the guy that ran into me in the hall so that's a plus.

I've obtained almost all the credits I need to graduate in a few months, all I need is an English and History credit, so my schedule was basically compiled of simple classes that don't require much brainwork.

The class slowly filled up and a group of guys made cracks at me until eventually, the bell rang and they took their seats. Mrs. Mason walked into the room. She had dirty blonde hair, curled just past her shoulders. She has bright blue eyes, like mine, and pale skin.

Mrs. Mason cleared her throat to cease the chatter of the class then smiled and said, "Good morning," in a soft voice. She walked to her desk talking, as she did so.

"When I call your name, raise your hand, or say you're here."

Before she could call out a name, the door jerked open, and in walked the guy that ran into me.

"The bell has already rung," Mrs. Mason said testily, suddenly snapped out of her good mood. "You're late."

"Am I?" he replied, "I couldn't tell."

He was standing in front of the classroom looking very bored and very attractive. No! Stop it! No distractions.

The whole classroom had their eyes glued on him as well. They appeared to be just as captivated as I was.

"What's your name?" Mrs. Mason asked, grabbing her clipboard.

"Julian Reed," He replied.

"Alright, Mr. Reed," She looked up from her clipboard. "Since it's your first day at this school, I'll let your tardiness slide, but keep in mind I don't usually tolerate lateness."

"Yes, ma'am," He said sincerely, shocking me. I didn't think he was capable of having manners.

"Take a seat, Mr. Reed," She told him.

I looked around the room and saw there were three empty seats. One in the front of the room that was directly in front of Mrs. Mason's desk. One by a group of giggly girls on the far left side of the room, and one right next to me.

Don't sit next to me. Don't sit next to me. Please don't sit next to me. I chanted in my head.

But obviously, the universe wasn't on my side because he walked straight my way, pulled out the seat to my left, and plopped down. He leisurely leaned back and spread his legs out. He ran a hand through his messy black hair and glanced at me before looking straight ahead.

I turned my body forward and began twisting my fingers, feeling annoyance and nervousness stir in the pit of my stomach. Annoyance because I still wasn't over how he treated me this morning and nervousness because he came off as really intimidating.

I tried to shake off the overwhelming feelings and attempted to return my focus to Mrs. Mason who was calling names off her clipboard.

Had he picked the seat intentionally, or was it just the first chair he happened to see? Did he remember me from this morning? If he did, was he still mad at me? Why'd he show up so late? What was he doing?

I snuck a glance at Julian before averting my eyes to the front of the room.

"McKenzie Anosova," Mrs. Mason called my name.

"Here," I answered, and Julian looked at me.

He stared at me for a few seconds with an unreadable expression before turning back to the front.