22 - Eva.

“What class do you have next?” I ask as we meander down the hallway, finally escaping Byrne for the day.

Natalya smirks. “Anatomy, with Luigi.” She shakes her head. “Can’t fucking wait.”

I glance at my timetable, noticing I have the same. “Me too.” I raise a brow. “What’s so bad about anatomy class?”

“You will see,” she says, smirking at me. “Come on.”

She links arms with me and pulls me down the corridor, where a boy marches right toward us, piercing blue eyes fixed on Natalya.

“Fuck,” she murmurs.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

Before she replies, the boy speaks, “Well, well, look who we have here.” He smirks, and it’s a cruel smile that sends shivers down my spine. “Gurin always has to latch onto the newbies because she has no fucking friends.”

His two friends chuckle in response.

“Go away, Alexander,” she mutters, trying to pull me past him.

Alexander holds his muscled, tattooed arm out in front of her, stopping her dead. “That’s rude, Natalya. Introduce me to your friend.” He has dark, m