Chapter four

SILVIA'S POV

I checked my make-up through the rearview mirror as I pulled up at Josiah's house. He always likes it when I don't wear makeup, but there are times I keep it simple so other guys don't get attracted to me. He's possessive like that.

But today I went a bit extra. I wanted to lure him into making out with me today because honestly, it has been a while. I made sure to go with smokey eyes and a blood red lipstick in order to give me a sexy look. I almost put on some bronzer, but I had to remind myself that we were only going to school. Besides, I have other ways of seducing him. A sly smile stretched my lips at the thought. I was getting too excited, I needed to calm down.

On hearing his front door open and shut, I quickly got out of the car to hug him. My smile was bright, but my hands only grazed his jacket before he took a step back from me. His frown was disapproving as he looked at my face. "What's with all that make-up?" he asked, pointing at my face.

"I wanted to do something for you, so I-"

"I don't like it, wipe it off. You look like a clown," and with that said, he side-stepped me and got into the driver's seat of my car. He doesn't like me driving when he's in the car. It damages his masculinity and ego, according to him.

I hopped in beside him and reached over to the back seat to grab the wipes from my bag. It was the perfect opportunity for a good cry because his words hurt like hell. I was amazed by my effort to keep silent, but I was certain that even if I let out a whimper, he wouldn't notice.

We stopped at the cafe where we usually get our coffee before going to school. Luckily, I was done wiping away the make-up and tears, and my eyes weren't as red anymore, so I went in and got our coffee. By the time I returned with the two large cups of caffeine, my ears picked up on an "I love you" before Josiah ended the call and put the phone in his pocket.

"Was that Riley?" I asked, and he nodded; Riley was his younger sister who lived all the way in Denver with their aunt. She was the only one I've ever heard Josiah say "I love you" to.

I handed him his cup, and we sipped on our coffee as he made his way towards our school. "So, what's the situation with your job?" he asked after a moment of silence.

Despite the coffee pouring down my throat, it suddenly felt dry after hearing his question. I looked down at my thighs before saying, "I'll speak with the manager tonight. Hopefully he'll give me a job."

Josiah hummed before asking, "And how much will you be paid?"

His questions sent a wave of unease through me. Just once, I wish he'd ask, "What exactly is the job?" But no, all he seems to care about is how much money I'll make from this unknown job.

My head met the window, and I looked at everything except him. "It depends on what he has available."

"Well, my fingers are crossed," he said with excitement, and I dropped the coffee in the cup holder, my appetite for coffee suddenly vanquishing.

We pulled up in the school parking lot and got out. Josiah was soon by my side and had his arm around my waist. Even though we have been dating for a while, that single action always has me blushing like crazy. It warmed my heart that every day when we got to school, he wanted to show everyone that I was his.

We pushed past the doors and were immediately met by the busy hallway. To be honest, it was a lot busier than usual. And the whispers and gossip that fell on my ears peaked my curiosity.

"He was wearing an iced Cuban around his neck."

"He had piercings everywhere! I just wanted to run my tongue over it."

"And his eyes were so sexy, and the tattoo on his hands."

I glanced up at Josiah to find him just as confused as I was. But there was a hint of worry in his eyes as well because Josiah had been crowned the hottest guy in our school, and judging by the way people spoke about this mysterious guy, it seemed someone was out to take his crown.

His grip on my waist tightened, and I knew that if he applied even the slightest bit of pressure it would leave a bruise. Was he scared? I didn't know, but as his girlfriend, it was my duty to make him feel better, so I rubbed his back in a circular motion to offer him some form of relief.

Chloe walked up to us, and I was surprised she still had the same hair color from last week. She was always dying her hair every weekend, so it was a surprise to see her with the same green hair from last week. She didn't even glance at Josiah before tearing us apart and snatching both my arms. It was actually a surprise to us both because Chloe was more of Josiah's friend than she was mine.

Her large blue eyes pinned my silver ones as she said, "Oh my God, Silvia! There is this hot new guy and he's having the same first period as you!"

"Is he hotter than me?" Josiah asked, but was ruthlessly ignored by his friend.

"I need you to observe him closely—how he acts around teachers and other students, if he makes any friends during you guys' class, or basically his general behavior—and report back to me once it's lunch time!" She demanded, and I have to say, I was almost terrified by how serious and determined she looked.

"But why do you need all that information?" I asked, and she looked at me like I was crazy.

"Because I need to get him between my legs, you dumb fuck!" She snapped, making me frown. "You haven't met him yet; that must explain why you're asking such stupid questions," she sighed.

I parted my lips to protest her words, but she was not giving me the chance. I looked over my shoulder to see Josiah following us with an annoyed look on his face as she pulled my hand and guided me through the sea of bodies.

Poor baby.

Chloe stopped and pointed somewhere ahead. I followed her finger and wondered how she could even see him because it seemed a lot of people stopped to get a good look at the new kid.

What was it that made him so unique?

He had his back turned to everyone as he glared at his locker. My eyes fell on his hand that gripped the metal cover tightly. Something told me he was not happy about how much attention he was getting.

I couldn't see anything remarkable about him from where I was standing, other than the fact that he was enormously tall. And that means a lot coming from me. I'd say he's about 6'3. I could see a few of his ear piercings, but that was it.

I've seen dark hair and muscles before.

I took a step back and wiggled my hand so that Chloe would let go but she wouldn't budge. "I don't see what's so-"

"Ssh! He's turning around," Chloe said excitedly, and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"Look, I have other things to..." My voice died in my throat when the new kid turned around.

Trouble has never looked so fine.