Chapter 5

As I glared out the window, my breathing coming out in heavy pants as I tried to calm down my now agitated body, I suddenly felt a pair of dark eyes on me.

Fiona's POV

The week went by rather quickly, and before I knew it, it was already Friday morning; and I would be lying if I said I wasn't happy that the weekend had finally arrived. I mean, it's not like it was a bad week or anything, it's just that no one even bothered to get acquainted with me.

I sat down in my seat, pulling out my notebook for this class and doodling absentmindedly around the cover. I didn't exactly know what I was drawing, but it seemed like it was just a bunch of squiggly lines if you asked me. I became intrigued in the conversation that was starting to occur just a few seats behind me. I recognized the voice instantly.

"So....are you excited for tonight, Blake?" she asked my savior who sat next to her. Ah, so that was his name. Yes, within this entire week of me attending this school, I never even dared to listen in for his name. It didn't even matter anyway.

"Yeah, I guess. More like nervous if you ask me."

There were a few bits of laughter from the other students sitting around him. I couldn't help but wonder if he was the one throwing the party that everyone around the school seemed to be talking about. He did seem to be Mr. Popular, but I never once noticed if he was in some sport here.

He was fit to perfection and it seemed as if he did some extracurricular activity, but I never saw him staying after school for any sort of practice. Instead, he would always be standing in the parking lot with a whole mess of people surrounding him, particularly girls. I know, I sound like a stalker but it was a little bit hard not to observe these things since there always appeared to be an eager crowd surrounding him within every hour of the day.

"So who do you think is your mate? Do you think she's part of this pack or do you have to travel to another one?" Cicilia asked him, her voice sounding a little higher than usual.

Mate? Pack? What the hell were they talking about?

My eyebrows pulled together as I tried to decipher the meaning in her words; but I wound up with nothing. Instead of giving myself a headache, which was already starting to occur on my right side, I just went on with mindless doodling and continued to eavesdrop on their conversation. It might have seemed rude, but they were talking loud enough that practically the whole school could hear!

"Shh!" This time, it was a masculine voice. It probably was one of the guys that was standing beside my savior....Blake....earlier this week. I didn't know his name, but oh well. I wasn't looking forward to learning any names unless it was necessary.

"Shut it, Cicilia! You can't talk about that around here!"

I could practically picture her brown eyes open wide in confusion as she asked, "Why not? It's not like...."

Her voice suddenly trailed off as I felt many eyes on me seconds later. I couldn't help but grow tense under their gaze. Why were they all looking at me? I felt the urge to look back and tell them off, but something in the back of my mind held me at bay.

There was something unorthodox about them, everyone in the school really, excluding a few students that seemed normal in my eyes, and I felt as if talking back at them would only put me in a load of trouble that I was far from interested in.

"Oh. You mean her?" she asked quietly, but her voice was still audible to my ears. Sure, go ahead and talk about me as if I'm not even here!

"Who cares about her. She doesn't even know what we're talking about. I don't even know why she even came here to begin with. She doesn't belong with the rest of us."

"Cicilia!" The same masculine voice scolded at her. I remembered noticing that their features were pretty much alike and I couldn't help but wonder if they were related in some way. Siblings maybe?

"What?" Her voice was laced with fake innocence and I couldn't help but glare down at my notebook. Something about her just ticked me off and the sudden urge to just give her a piece of my mind was increasing; and that thought literally took me by surprise. I never was a violent person. Call me a hippie but I never believed that violence was ever the answer when a conflict would arise. I preferred talking it out before things got out of hand. But hearing that irritating voice of hers got me on edge and wishing that she never even existed.

"Cicilia, I suggest you quiet down. She doesn't need to know about this."

His voice was literally music to my ears. It was low yet firm, and there was a hint to it that puzzled me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but it felt like he was in a way disgusted, yet at the same time disappointed. Strange combination really.

I turned my head slightly as I allowed my eyes to gaze out the window. Since I had my hair picked up in a ponytail today, it wasn't that difficult to see them from the corner of my eye. With my eyes trained on the scenery outside, I immediately focused my attention on him. Blake. It was a nice name for a guy and I couldn't help but repeat it a few times in my mind. It just felt so natural for me to say it. Weird, right? But as my attention was set solely on him, a rush of anger boiled up inside of me as I caught the sight of someone's hand on his left shoulder.

I had to admit, Cicilia wasn't exactly ugly like I hoped she'd be. Instead, she was quite attractive much to my dismay. She was tall and slender with a fair tan, dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She always seemed to wear clothes that were a bit too revealing for a school; probably trying to get other male's attention, especially his. Today she was wearing a light pink tank-top with khaki shorts and flats, despite of the chilly air that was now taking over the town.

What confused me the most was my reaction to seeing her hand lying carelessly over his shoulder.

From where I sat, I could tell he was a bit uncomfortable at the gesture and I couldn't help the urge that ran through my body to simply stand up and rip her filthy hand off. Okay, where were these thoughts even coming from?

As I glared out the window, my breathing coming out in heavy pants as I tried to calm down my now agitated body, I suddenly felt a pair of dark eyes on me.

I immediately looked back down at my notebook, a hint of red taking over my cheeks. I felt embarrassed for being caught in the act. I knew they were eventually going to find out how I was eavesdropping on their conversation, but I definitely didn't want him to be the one to do it.