Chapter 6

We walk towards a rectangular wooden door with an almost broken handle. A booming voice is faintly audible on the opposite side.

"Are you ready?" I question as I reach my tender fingers for the knob. He nods confidently, the exact opposite of my shy form. I wonder, for a moment, how he comes up with all this confidence, knowing that everything is going to be okay. There is no doubt in his features as he waits for the door to open. Charm and charisma emanate from him as he prepares to meet the faces of his new classmates.

"Of course," he says, his voice silky smooth, the words flowing like butter from his desirable lips. I take a deep breath, my eyes crinkling slightly, and pull the button, exposing us both to the sea of sharks.

I shudder as I examine their cold, judging eyes, hating the attention I receive. They scan me once, absorbing me, then immediately turn their gaze to the gorgeous, handsome man behind me. Each student's eyes widen as they gaze upon his splendor, his sparkling green eyes and his beautiful azure hair.

"Good morning sir," Xavier addresses the teacher with a slight bow. His voice is just as seductive as his face, making some girls sigh in awe and boys boil with envy. "I'm Xavier, a transfer student. Mona gave me the tour," he gestures to me. Shouts erupt in the classroom.

"You're cute!"

"How did you get that blue hair?

"I LOVE YOUR EYES!!!"

"Where did you get that accent, man? You have to teach me."

"Why are you letting a loser like Mona show you around?"

The last comment is to be expected, in fact, I thought there would be more. Xavier seems annoyed, his eyes lighting up, his mouth opening to defend me. "No," I whisper, lightly touching his hand, "it's not worth it." Reluctantly, he stops, though the fire in his eyes remains.

As I scan the room, I can spy almost every girl in the class drooling over him. Their entranced gazes try to catch Xavier's eye, hoping he will pull her out of the crowd. One girl in particular, Sidney, is making googly eyes at his form. Ian, her boyfriend of two years, looks at Xavier curiously.

Sidney Richards is the queen bee of our medium-sized school. With a head of platinum blonde hair that reaches down to her waist and an incredibly large mouth that constantly spouts insults and hot gossip, she is the person who leads us all. Sparing only a second glance at the super popular jocks and her "girls", she is a celebrity that cannot be ignored, only to be admired from afar. She is certainly pretty enough, with a heart-shaped face and huge blue eyes, coupled with a stellar figure and a height of about 5'6". She is an angel around the teachers, but a vixen around the boys, charming on average. of about two a week. However, she still manages to keep her boyfriend, Ian. Honestly, I have no idea why he puts up with her.

The professor clears his throat loudly, trying to stifle the screams and cries of desire. There are a few sniffles, but eventually the chatter dies down.

"Xavier, take a seat next to Mona since she's your guide for today," he orders, and we both head to the back. Xavier tilts his head toward mine, his face tilted with concern. "Are you okay? You're scowling," he whispers, his eyes dipping into mine.

"I'm fine," I murmur softly, still baffled by the way the whole class is looking at us.

He shakes his head, "No you're not. I can tell." We reach our seats, at the back of the classroom, and sit quietly. I look up at him, my gaze betraying the underlying emotions.

"Don't worry." I try to shake it off. "I can do this."

His eyes crinkle in protest. "Mona, you don't have to."

"I know," I say, my words a sigh. Carefully, I pull my social studies binder from my backpack and hand it to her. "Here's what we've learned so far."

I can feel Sidney's curious look as she twists in her seat. From her perch about three chairs away, she drinks in Xavier's enticing appearance again, his hungry expression. She gives him a sensual look.

Xavier sees her, admiring her inviting smile, and immediately turns away. Even Ian returns in surprise as he looks at me and whispers, "This girl...is she one of those special needs kids? She hasn't stopped looking at me since I got here."

I burst out laughing, my smile lighting up the dark room. The eyes of every student turn to me, but I barely notice, consumed by the pleasure of his words. The teacher pauses, his eyebrows raised as he examines my joyful form. "Is there anything you'd like to tell us all, Mona?" he asks dangerously.

"No sir," I sputter, the laughter quickly dying down. The students soon turn away except for two people, one looking at me with fury, the other with an unfamiliar expression I can't make out. "She doesn't have any special needs," I whisper in Xavier's ear, my face still contorted with laughter. He nods, absolutely serious.

Connecting looks with Sidney, he flashes her a smile. "Be careful," he says, pointing to the painting. I laugh softly as she pulls her electrifying gaze away from me to absorb Xavier's words, then turns with a downcast breath to the front. Ian, on the other hand, looks at me blankly, staring at me until I start to blush. I hurriedly look down at my notebook, scribbling cartoon faces and random doodles.

Throughout the period, the girls keep glancing at Xavier, and he seems quite comfortable with the attention. He stares straight ahead, devoting his attention to the teacher, absorbing everything the man says. From the corner of my eye, I observe his profile. Long lashes frame emerald eyes, leading to a straight nose and light red lips that twist into a slight smirk as I sneak a glance at him. He turns his head, ignoring the girl's amorous simpering, and smiles even more boldly at me. "Like what you see?" he asks slyly, smiling sweetly at my scowl. My blush replicates, spreading across my face like wildfire.

"No, actually," I scoff, though the red decorating my features betrays the truth. He laughs softly, amused by my confusion. Girls were giving me hateful looks, including Sidney, who had turned around to catch Xavier's eye again. Obviously, no one likes how close I am to this handsome man.

If only they knew how psycho he is.

When the bell finally rings, and we finally walk out of the classroom, a crowd of stunned people, mostly from other classes, surround him. I roll my eyes as he is immediately buried by his new fan club, both girls and boys. Xavier meets my gaze before being swallowed up by his admirers who articulate, "I'll be back soon. Wait for me!

I hide my smile until he is completely submerged, then he forces himself to the surface, shown to the world.