2: Lucky Girl

BELLA

I blinked, expecting the too-good-to-be-true scenario that I’d imagined in front of me to disappear just as soon as I'd imagined it but it remained there.

He remained there, smiling encouragingly at me and gently nodding his head towards his outstretched hand, gesturing for me to take it.

I could not believe it.

I could not believe my eyes.

The students in the hallway were still whispering furtively between themselves, and I could feel the eyes on me, on us.

“My hand is starting to hurt, Sweetie,” he murmured in that deep husky voice of his, sending tingles all over my body.

And I didn't know when I raised my hand and placed it on his, the feel of his my hand in his making me feel an indescribable feeling that made it feel like my entire being was liquidifying and I was melting into the floor.

He pulled me up effortlessly as if I weighed nothing even though I was sure I weighed everything.

I don't know what had gone wrong in the universe or why this was suddenly happening but whatever it was, I expected that it'd end soon and he'd leave me as soon as I was standing on my feet but I got the shock of my life when Trevor didn't let go of my hand and gently started to usher me out of the hallway.

God! In what universe was this possible? How could this be possibly real?

Is this really real?

Is that Trevor holding the fat girl’s hand?

What’s happening? Is this an elaborate prank or what?

I can't believe this.

The whispers grew more and more but Trevor didn't pay any attention to them, just like he didn't let go of my hand till we entered my first class of the day.

And even then, he still didn't let go of my hand.

“Thank you,” I told him shyly, not meeting his eyes and looking at any place but his face.

“You’re welcome,” the deep timbre of his voice made my heart to somersault, made my cheeks to color up even more. I've always had it bad for him but standing this close to him for the first time ever, breathing in his woody and manly scent, I could feel my body starting to explode.

Some other students were in the class and even though I wasn't paying attention to them, I could see them looking at us, wondering what the hell was going on.

Just like I couldn't understand what the hell was going on either.

He let go of my hands then, slowly, hesitantly as if he never wanted to let go and that was when I realized the most absurd thing.

We were in my first class of the day, History Class. It was his first class too, I know that because we've been taking the same class since the beginning of the term but there was no way Trevor would know that I was in this class, he has never even noticed me. He probably didn't even know that I existed.

“How did you...” I stuttered as my eyes mistakenly met his and his deep grey eyes weakened my knees immediately.

I looked away.

“How did you know this was my first class?”

“We’ve been taking this class together since the beginning of the year, Bella,” he replied casually, shocking me completely because he not only knows that we've been taking this class together since the beginning of the year, but he also knows my name.

My name!! Can someone pinch me and wake me up now?

“See you around, Bella,” he completed with a wink that made me nearly dissolve to the ground as he walked away to take his seat just as the bell went off and the teacher entered almost immediately.

*****

I was still convinced that I'd hallucinated this morning, that I was going to continue the rest of my day and Trevor wouldn't pay attention to me and he wouldn't notice me again and I'd continue my days as the bullied, fat girl.

So I did not understand why when I was about to sneak away into the bathroom during Lunch to eat my food in the comfort of a closed closet, Trevor walked up to me again with that charming smile on his face.

"It's lunch Bella, do you want to eat together?"

I hiccupped, the sound loud and embarrassing that I expected Trevor to take offense but he just continued to look at me with that amused smile on his face.

"I... Uhmm... Don't eat... I prefer..." I couldn't get a complete sentence, embarrassing myself more and more in the process.

"You know what?" He asked and before I could blink or anything, he had already grabbed my hand and was already pulling me gently with him, "Let's just go to the cafeteria first."

Cafeteria.

That word, that place, it was my greatest nightmare, it was the place I detested going to the most. My first week going there was hell, the students didn't stop at anything to remind me that I should not be eating, that I should not be existing.

And Trevor was dragging me there again.

I expected to feel the multitude of eyes on me, on us. I expected the students to murmur and whisper among themselves and to point at us but none of that happened, not exactly.

They did point and stare but they didn't do it outrightly. And they seemed to be more surprised than irritated.

We packed the food we wanted and Trevor led me to a table that wasn't his usual one, the one he often sits at with his friends, the IT table and he must have seen the question on my face because he was quick to point out;

"I figured out that you might not be so comfortable with my friends now but we can always sit at the table whenever you feel like you're happy."

Whenever I feel like I'm ready?

Now, this was getting more and more confusing.

"Why?" I asked myself, surprising him and surprising myself too because he cocked his brows questioningly.

"Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden? Is this a date of some sort? Befriend the fat girl and sleep with her or something to make a fool out of her?" I asked, tears prinkling at my eyes because that was the most rational thing I could think of and something dark and feral flashed in his eyes for a very brief second.

"Because this makes no sense, you talking to me, you being nice to me, ditching your friends to eat with me, it all makes no sense and..."

"Do you remember the color of the gown you wore on your first day here?"

I frowned, not knowing where he was going with his statement because I was sure that on my first day here, I had worn the school uniform.

"It was a plain light purple gown with tiny sunflowers all over it, you had your hair tied in a ponytail just before you entered the school building but the rubber somehow snapped before you got to the hallway and you couldn't get another one," his face had taken on a seriousness that was so intense as he recounted my very first day in the school, one that I had even forgotten a major part of it and still, he remembered the intricate details perfectly.

"Someone left two rubber bands in your locker before lunch break with a note and with a note that said;

"looks like you need it and welcome to Everest High," we both said at the same time as tears filled my eyes. It was the only act of kindness that I've gotten in this school and it had come from Trevor? The number one student in this school.

I couldn't believe it.

"Your favorite Ice Cream flavor is mint, your favorite cake is chocolate, your favorite TV series is Game of Thrones, you really like Fourth Wing and your favorite fantasy book series is Six of Crows, you have a thing for the color purple and I know you want to publish a book someday and you're also a fashion enthusiast, you have lots of designs sketched in your sketchbook."

I opened my mouth, closed it again, and repeated that for like four times, unable to believe what I was hearing, unable to come to terms with the fact that he had been paying attention to me.

"But why? I don't understand... How did you..."

"I've always been interested in you, Sunflower," His answer was short and simple but I felt the sincerity in it, I felt an awakening in my body as his eyes remained locked on mine, communicating everything his mouth wasn't saying to me and that was when I realized that he was being sincere.

He has been watching me all this while, he has always been interested in me.

"But why now?"

"Timing Sunflower," he winked at me as he started pouring the cheese meats from his plate to mine and I did not need to ask before knowing that he knew I loved them, "It's all about timing."

He was right, it was all about timing. My life changed drastically after Trevor came into my life. I was suddenly the envy of most girls and they were all kissing up to me, trying to get into my good books, no one bullied me again, not even Mara, at least not in school, she kept her mean streak to whenever we were at home and it wasn't as explosive as it was before. I guess that was because she knew what Trevor would do to her if he got a wing of her being mean to me.

I was introduced to Trevor's clique and they were really nice to me. I never thought a day would come when I'd be excited to go to school but with Trevor, I couldn't wait for the night to pass so I'd be in school, so I'd be with him.

My crush was fast morphing into an intense love and even though he wasn't telling me verbally, I knew he felt the same thing too.

It was there in how he treated me like I was the most ethereal being he had ever encountered like I was beautiful and special and all that. He was picking me up from home and dropping me at school now and he'd take me back home too. I've never been out on a date, never been out with a friend but with Trevor, I was always going out, there was always somewhere up go. We've gone to the movies, gone to the arcades, to amusement parks, theme parks, and all.

And now, we just returned from the fashion show of one of my biggest fashion designers. I've never been able to attend any of her shows because the tickets were always sold out but Trevor was not only able to get us tickets, he secured front rows for us and I had an absolute blast.

We returned to Trevor's house, not the Alpha King's palace even though I've been there for like four times since we became friends but it was a beach house that was his alone because we wanted to watch a movie together before he'd drive me back home.

We were still settling in on the chair when I noticed that he was staring intently at me, at my lips especially. This wasn't the first time I'd caught him doing that but he always controlled himself and he'd look away but today, his eyes remained fixed on my lips, with an intense hunger that scared me in them.

"Fuck, Sunflower," he grabbed my chin reverently in his hand, "you're making this so difficult," he tilted my chin up and his thumb moved dangerously close to my lower lip.

"I've been dying to kiss you, Sunflower," there was a tortured tone to his voice as he slowly started to caress my lower lip, sending shockwaves all over my body and igniting a hunger that I never knew I was capable of in my body.

"Can I do that?" He met my eyes then, his eyes dark and intense, but still seeking permission and I had barely nodded before his mouth came crashing down on mine.