Chapter Three

"So, class, as I told you yesterday, a new student will be joining us today," the professor said after coming into the classroom. I lifted my head up and started looking in his direction, trying to keep my hood in place. "Please welcome her and don't tease her." He said, pointing at us.

After a few minutes, the classroom door opened and the principal entered, followed by a girl. A cute blonde girl. Her head was down, and I could feel her discomfort. I mean, all the class, especially the boys, were drooling the first second they saw her. I don't blame them, she looked really hot. The principal started talking his usual nonsense, but my eyes were focused on her. I really wanted to see her eyes.

Some people say that the eyes are the mirror of the soul, and I believe it. Her head slowly lifted, and I could see her face, and damn, she was gorgeous. Her blue eyes scanned the entire classroom before landing on the principal.

''So this is Anya,'' he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. ''She will be the new student and I expect you all to be on your best behavior.'' The principal said before getting out of the class and glaring at all of us. I don't blame him. We are pretty much all fucked up. We are the only class in our school that is number one when it comes to fights or bullying new students to the point that they cry and leave the school. But I survived.

''So Anya, you can sit next to Ivy,'' the professor said before directing her to the seat next to me. I glared at him, and he gave me a devilish grin. He knows I hate sitting with other people, and he still puts her next to me. Her head turns to me, smiling, before she pulls her books and notebook out of her bag and places them on the table. I didn't do anything, I just put my head back in my arms and ignored her. The professor started talking about the lesson, and I was just listening.

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I heard someone whispering my name, and at first, I ignored it. But after a couple of seconds, it hit me. I hopped out of my chair. I fell asleep. I turn my head to my right only to see the new girl looking at me in pure horror.

''You scared me for a second. I thought you were dead,'' she says, looking me dead in the eyes with a soft smile forming on her face.

''Well, I am not,'' I say, getting my books into my bag.

''Hello. I am Anya Romano,'' she says, extending her hand. I looked her up and down and passed beside her to get to my next class.

''You know, it is rude to ignore people like that. It makes them feel bad,'' she says, struggling to close her bag. I stopped my movement and turned to her. She looked up at me and didn't move.

''And what makes you think I care how others feel,'' I say, continuing to look at her, still trying to close the bag.

''You look like a nice person. You try to be this cold and distant person, but deep down I know you are a softie,'' she says as I continue walking down the hall to my locker, and she still follows me behind, blabbing some words. I arrived at my locker, took my books, put them in my backpack, and closed the closet, letting out a sigh of frustration.

''You know, my mum always tells me that eyes are the mirror of the soul and you...''

''Look Tanya or whatever your name is,'' I say, getting her bag, getting out the little piece of paper that was stuck on the bag's zipper, and successfully closing her bag. '' I am not interested in talking or being friends with you so please get off my back.'' I finally said, giving her her bag back and passing her on to my next class. I shouldn't have talked to her like that, but I prefer being alone and cutting things off before they even start.

After class, I needed to use the bathroom, so I left my bag in the classroom and headed to the bathroom. I finished what I needed to do and went to the sink to wash my hands. As soon as I got out of the bathroom, I was faced with the face I'd been trying to avoid all day, but I decided to ignore it since I had no intention of dealing with it. I walked over to the sink and washed my hands. But just as I was about to leave the bathroom, a hand pulled me in, closed the door, and slammed me against the wall. One day, I will cut off her hands.

''Look who is here?'' Emily's annoying voice is heard. God, why do you hate me so much?

''Who? I can't see anything. " I say with sarcasm.

''I had enough with you and your jokes. You think you're funny, eh?"

''Well your 'sugar boo' finds me funny,'' I say, shrugging my shoulders.

''You shit. You'll never...'' she says, grabbing my face, but I cut her off by removing her hand from my face and grabbing her by the throat and squeezing it hard. I could see the fear in her eyes, and it made me feel good. As if her fear made me happy.

"Look you little slut. I had enough of you. I've been patient with you for so long and I think you have the wrong opinion about me. Because I don't talk or have any friends doesn't mean I can't beat the shit out of you and your sugar boo, so if you don't want that, you better leave me alone and do not ever talk to me.'' I say and push her hard against the wall.

"Do you understand me?" I said, and I saw the fear in her eyes and her body started shaking. She was still shaking and mumbled a few words .''I said DID YOU UNDERSTAND ME?''I said it louder and pushed her against the wall. Again.

''Yes,'' she says in a scared voice, and I leave her and get out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I didn't want to do this, but she left me no choice.

After school was almost over, I decided to skip the last class and go for a walk to calm my nerves. I went to my class to get my bag to go, but as I turned to go to class, I bumped into someone and lost my balance. My phone fell to the floor, but someone caught me before I fell. I looked up and my eyes fell on a pair that have been tattooed on my mind since the first day I first saw them.

"Hey, be careful next time, muffin. You could've hurt yourself. " The voice I've been longing to hear all this time spoke, sending chills all over my body. I hated the effect he had on me.

''No need for this kind of nickname because it's weird plus since when do you care if I get hurt or not?'' I said, getting out of his hold and fixing my hoodie, making sure the hood was still in my head so it could cover my face. The bruises have vanished a little but there are still noticeable.

''Ok as you say, captain,'' he says, and a soft smile forms on his face.

''Since when do you wear hoodies and cover yourself like that.'' He asks trying to look in my face. I turn around and try to leave, but he speaks again. ''You don't want your phone back, I guess.''

I turned to get my phone, but he had it in his hand and was staring at it. God, I should have changed the wallpaper.

I grabbed the phone from his hand as fast as I could and tried to get away, but failed because his hand grabbed me and pulled me to him. I was close enough that I could see his green eyes with a hint of brown, which is more apparent when the sunlight hits them. His smell filled my nostrils and I immediately wanted to hug him and stay in his arms forever.

''Hello there, muffin,'' he says in a low voice that sends shivers down my spine. His hot minty breath hit my face and I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring his scent. His hands were on my waist, pulling me close. Our faces inches apart. "Nice wallpaper you have on your phone."

No answer, I just stood there listening to his voice speaking my eyes closed as I went on my tippy toes to hug him and buried my face in the nape of his neck breathing in his scent. I missed him a lot. His touch, his voice, his smell, his eyes, his laugh, our conversations. I could feel his hands hugging me tighter, and then he hit me. I immediately pulled back and tried to keep my balance. Omg, why did I do that? God, I'm so stupid.

I walked past him and went to the classroom where my bag was supposed to be. I looked around, but there was no sign of my bag. After a couple of minutes, I hear footsteps coming in my direction and I turn to see who was only to see Roman with my bag in his right-hand keeping it up for me to see but my eyes were focused on his muscles showing up from the black T-shirt he was wearing. He walked over until he was facing me, holding out my bag for me to take. I picked up the bag only for Roman to grab my hand and the bag fell to the floor. I tried to free myself from his hand but failed as he grabbed both of my hands with one of his hands.

''Can you please let go of me.'' I struggle to break free from his grip.

''First, explain this.'' He says, taking my hood off and reviling my face. His eyes focused on my face, examining every single bruise on my face. ''You think I am this blind.''

''That's none of your business. Now let me go.''

''You know I won't let go unless you tell me what happened to you.'' He says in a serious tone.

"Roman, please, I have to go. Please. " I begged him not to push me.

His other hand comes to the small of my back, pulling me closer, and I let out a hiss of pain. His face drops, and concern is now plastered all over it. The next thing I know, I am been dragging toward the boy's bathroom and Roman is yelling for everyone to get out. He lets my bag down at one of the sinks and turns me around, pulling my hood a bit up, only to see my huge bruise and a large dip cut on my back, which hurts like a bitch. His fingers examine the cut. The messy stiches keeping the flesht together. It's been two days of me taking a shiit tone of medicine so I can be able to walk but taking care of the wound has been a really pain in the ass.

''Who did this?'' he says, turning me around and looking at me with anger in his eyes.

I froze in place and didn't know what to say. I stared him in the eyes, and I could feel my hands starting to shake. My breathing started to get heavy and my head started to feel dizzy.

''Leave me alone.'' I managed to get away from him and headed to get my bag.

''Ivy. Who did this to you?'' He says this in a loud tone, making me freeze in place. Tears started pouring down my cheeks and I started to panic. 'This is going to be our little secret.' was the only sentence playing in my head. I just need to keep him safe. I just need to keep them all safe.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and it turns me around. "Ivy. Talk to me.'' I successfully got free from his hold, looking at him with anger.

''You don't get to tell me what to do.'' I say tears filling my eyes and I could feel my hand tremble.''

''Ivy please don't make this any harder. Just tell me who did this to you?'' he says, and I could see his jaw clench trying to contain his anger. 

''You have no right to ask me this question. You know that right?'' I say, pulling my hoodie down to cover my exposed skin. His eyes were still in mine, looking at me with a hurt look, but I couldn't give a single shit about how he was feeling. He left me when I needed him the most and didn't turn his head back and look where I am now. '' You want to know why?'' I say, taking a deep breath to stabilize my shaking body, ''Because you are a coward.''

''Because you are a fucking coward,'' I say, getting closer to him. ''You left me when I needed you the most and I have never done this to you. I have been there for you whenever you needed me. All you had to do was to be my friend, but it seemed you couldn't care less about me. I can't believe I consider you even my friend. '' I say laughing sarcastically tears still running down my cheek. ''I can't believe that after years of friendship, you turned your back on me.''

''Ivy.'' was all I heard before I took my bag and left.