The new faces

Aria's POV;

"I guess I'll be the only one doing the talking. I'll start with my name. I'm Damien," with one hand on the wheels and the other out the window, allowing the wind to pass through his fingers, golden locks stranger said.

One couldn't blame a lady for being too scared to speak in the presence of someone who left her with no choice.

The best thing I could do for my safety was to sit up straighter than I ever hand, with my hand protectively clinging onto the seat belt like my life depended on it.

Yet, another word from him and I still wasn't saying anything.

Even if I wanted to, my mouth wasn't ready to cooperate with me, too scared to speak in front of this psychopath. Yes, although, he called himself Damien, but the best name that suited him was Psychopath.

I was thankful that the trip to college was a very short one and I was ready to be out of his car as fast as i could.

Judging from my love for sports car, one would have thought I'd happily be free spirited and cheery to enjoy the mood but instead, all I wished for was to be out as best as I could.

Finally, we arrived there and without another word, I had my hand on the car lock, ready to open it.

A quick snort from Damien had me pausing, my limbs going stiff for a brief moment. "Looks like someone enjoyed my company much more than I thought."

Every one of his words was dripping with sarcasm, leaving me with the urge to punch his face.

Thanks to my weakened limbs and fortunately for him, I wasn't going to be able to carry that action out.

"Y...yeah," was the only word I managed to say, facing the other side to avoid staring into his eyes.

He wasn't saying much and yet, every one of the sounds he made me me feel like a worm in his presence.

No one had ever made me feel this way- scared and at the same time uncomfortable, and yet, a stranger had managed to make me feel like this.

The moment he parked his car, I wasted no time in unlocking the door jumping as fast as I could but i didn't realize how much that would end up becoming the biggest mistake of my life when my face ended up right in between two soft undeniably plastic balloons that seemed to have had their fill in a bathtub of perfumes.

"Move," unlike every other movie where it would have been a female to speak next, it was a male voice that entered into my ears.

I was too caught by surprise that the only word that left my lips was "Ha?" too dumb to speak coherent words.

Imagine my surprise when I raised my head, only to see a very feminine face. The sharp curl of her eyelashes and her thin painted lips was enough to make me more shocked than I already was.

Since when did she start speaking like a male?

"Are you going to keep standing, enjoying the fill of my tits since yours are.... something else?" her lips moved as these words escaped them.

Immediately, the next question I asked myself was whether I was starting to be high or if I was beginning to hear the wrong things.

I couldn't deny that I had first heard a male voice and now, I was hearing an entirely different voice from that. Did she have some sort of ability that made her switch between voices.

"Hey freshman, do you want to keep provoking her or you'd like to avoid troubles?"

Thankfully, my eyes was staring at her lips and I was finally able to see that she wasn't the one who had spoken.

The voice I just heard was the same as the first one that had asked for me to move.

Feeling a shadow cast over me, I subtly turned, only to see a much more taller frame of a male standing beside Bambi.

Yes, Bambi was the best word I could use to describe the princess with the plastic boobs.

It was easy to tell since I could already smell it on her. Remind me why a werewolf had to go for plastic surgery despite knowing every other of her kind would be able to tell.

I shook my head to draw myself out of my thoughts, with a quick bow of apology, I took hasty steps away from them.

Only a few metres away and Damien's loud voice had me stopping in my tracks once again.

"Take another step and watch me carry you around the school grounds," he threatened while getting out of his car, nonchalantly staring at the students that all had their focus on him.

One thing I could tell even if I had only just met him was that he looked like someone of his words that didn't just make empty threats.

Thanks to his threatening height that also made me feel smaller compared to him, I was successfully frightened.

"Damien, who is she? Why is she with you this morning? Is she the reason you forgot to pick me up?" Bambi was quick to stomp her foot, pouting her lips before walking straight to confront him.

Meanwhile, I was starting to wonder exactly what I had done to deserve all of this drama just on my second day of college.

Was this the behaviour of the spoilt rich kids? My question was answered when the other guy whose voice I had misjudged to have been Bambi speaking, smiled at me with a wink.

"Lucian," he mouthed to me.

Now that I could properly look at him, I was captivated by how gentle and calm his features were.

If Damien was the one who managed to get my blood rising and my heart unsettled just from one look, then, red hair was the exact opposite.

A heavy hand suddenly fell on my shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts only for me to turn and see Damien's familiar face and body. "Meet my new girlfriend. Esmeralda, say hi to her," came his words while he pulled me tighter to himself.

At that moment, the air suddenly seemed to have frozen for me as my scalp tingled.

What exactly had I been pulled into before I had the chance to understand?