FIVE

I opened the door to theatre class, panting and all eyes were on me in a surprise shock just as the bell rang.

"Well, Miss Reid, you were right on time," says Mrs. Bloomfield. "But, I prefer to have all my students before the warning bell. Giving you the heads up in case you forget."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Bloomfield," lowering my head, avoiding the eyes from the students including myself in a shock when I spot the Wolfe twins sitting next to my chair—not going to ask for a seat change, I grabbed my seat.

"Miss Reid, why are you wearing your P.E clothes? This is theatre. We don't play sports here, only art," she asked me with her eyebrow raise after I took my seat. Then the whole class chuckles, making me lower myself.

"They got...accidentally soaked," I replied softly but able to say a lot for everyone to hear.

"Oh, okay, well, next time, bring extra clothes." Mrs. Bloomfield opened her mouth to ask another question but didn't bother to say anything, then clap her hands together to get the students attention. "Okay, madame and monsieur," speaking in her second language, "we have two new students all away from the beautiful islands of Hawaii, Logan and Liam Wolfe."

Once announced, she had made the students look back to where I had myself sitting to take a glimpse of the new students that got the school all railed up. On the first day, they already had people talking to them not because they are from Hawaii but have you seen these guys, I'm telling you before, they are huge. I couldn't believe they were students. I mean, do all male students from Hawaii look like they are ripped. Besides having 200 pounds of pure muscles, they are walking gods just making a first impression that they are wrong.

I was surprised and disappointed that I have all the twins' schedule and they always sit either next to me, or I'm in between them, just as other students admire them from behind and ignore the girl they are sitting next to. Some that I've heard is why two hot twins are sitting with someone who can curse them for the rest of the school year.

That didn't bother me at all because I am a curse, and my name doesn't fit me at all. My mother had named us after her favorite Greek mythology gods, Athena and Ares are a perfect match, but Aphrodite; the Goddess of love and beauty. Just having a name like that, I felt like a laughing stock.

I should be named the Goddess of death - Angelos; the daughter of Zeus and Hera who became the underworld goddess, or Keres; the Goddess of violent death. That would be a perfect fit for me, but no, Mom wanted to name me Aphrodite. In her theory, after I was born, she told my dad that I would make the world love me not by beauty but by purity.

I inwardly snort.

Firstly, I hated my name and wanted to change it. But I couldn't since my mom named me and believes I deserve a title after a Greek goddess.

"Now, since it's almost the end of the school year, especially to our seniors here, I have decided the musical we are going to perform..." Mrs. Bloomfield started going on about the musical, making some students anxious and bored.

I felt someone staring at me. When I lifted my eyes, scanning around the classroom that, I spotted a girl with long black hair, darker than mine; jet black and dark tan skin with a nose ring looking over her shoulder. When she caught me staring, she jerked her head back forward.

I frowned.

What was that about?

Maybe because you still smell like mop water, and she is wondering about the odor.

I lean my head down to take a smell of my own. There was a bit of foul odor but not as strong for anyone in the front to take a whiff.

I need to stop by the mall on the way to purchase body spray for me to carry around just to be cautious around Paris if ever something like this happens.

"Psst."

I turned my head slightly to my right; Logan was the one calling out to me while Mrs. Bloomfield was talking.

"What happened to you?" he asked, in a hoarse whisper.

I didn't bother to answer him because it wasn't his business. But when I felt a light tap making me jerk to him, I glared at him through my bangs, but he couldn't see how annoyed I was. So, I answered. "What?"

"I'm just asking what happened to you?"

"It's none of your business." I snapped at him. Why should I answer you? It's not like we are friends.

I didn't want to tell him off because it wasn't my nature to get mad at someone because they started to talk to me. After the accident, I became adrift with the friends because I didn't care that they were concerned for me and I was left with no friends. I chose that way to make friends with anyone in school or anyone at all. I didn't want to risk it. I didn't like the idea of getting attached to someone new knowingly that they could be taken away from me - again.

I didn't want that.

But in my foster family, there was one; she was a bit older than me. While the other kids bully me, she was there to chase them off. I forgot her name, but I can never remember the way she smiled at me. Its been a long time since I thought about her just made myself grin on the inside that I didn't realize I was being watched.

"Why are you smiling?" Logan asked.

I groaned.

"Leave me alone," I snapped back in a whisper.

"All I wanted to know who bullying you?"

"Why so you can beat the shit out of him?" Or her. Never in my life could be great on a deep conversation with anyone peculiarly with the new hot student who is raising the bar level of annoyance.

"Actually, yeah," he smiled made me groaned even louder. "Just tell me who is he?"

"Why should I tell you? It's not like we are close friends or anything." I was almost up to here that I have to push him off me from asking any more questions. "Why can't you just leave me alone? Everybody does."

I didn't want to say it. I couldn't understand him why he would be talking to me when there are plenty of attractive girls in the whole school he chat with instead of someone who could curse him forever.

"Okay," I felt him lean closer to me. I suck in my breath once I got a good look at his beautiful blue eyes like sapphire. I could actually feel myself swimming in the oceans of Hawaii. "If you won't tell me what happened with your clothes then explain the scars on your arms." His voice became harden and dark that is when I noticed his brother looked over his twin's shoulder curious at my scars visible for everyone to see.

Shit!

I choked on air and let out a rough cough. It was a hard tickle in my throat I had to let it out. Logan started patting my back to help as I continued to cough.

"Is something the matter back there?"

"Aphrodite isn't feeling well Mrs. B, is it okay if I take her to the nurse's office?" Logan says made my eyes look at him and glare.

He learned my name from having the same classes as I do, and the teachers would sometimes call out my name.

"Oh no," hearing the teacher upset voice then said, "yes, you may." I jerk my head as if cracking my neck to look at Mrs. Bloomfield with wide panic eyes allowing Logan after he volunteered.

"Actually, Mrs. Bloomfield," I panic as I protest from Logan taking me to the infirmary. I swallowed hard still feeling the itchy sensation in my throat. "I don't need to go to the nurse's office."

"No, you need to go, dear. I want my students healthy for this Friday's auditions that include you." I'm fucked. "Go, on Mr. Wolfe take Miss. Reid to the infirmary."

"Yes, ma'am," Logan then brought my arm up raising me from my seat with everyone watching. He then grabbed my backpack slumping over his shoulder as we head to the door.

I tilt my head behind me to see Liam grinning, and I whimpered for someone to rescue me from the clutches of a Wolfe.