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Amelia's pov

The second the bell rang I packed my bag and throw the strap over my shoulder. I was out of that class in less than a minute.

"Amelia,"

There goes his smooth husky voice behind me.

I stiffen, looking around for Foster as I try to ignore the brooding guy behind me. He didn't look like someone I'd catch their attention. So it was weird that he was trying to talk to me.

Especially after I saw what he had done to that guy earlier.

Where the hell was Foster?

He said he'd meet me out here to show me to my next class.

"For being so short, you sure do walk fast." Raiden chuckled beside me.

I gulped. He caught up.

I gave him a slight glare from the corner of my eye, as I scooted away from him. " Can you like, leave me alone?"

He raised a thick brow. "Why for?"

I'm about to answer him when Foster calls me over. "Hey Amelia, over here!" He lifted his hand up, gesturing for me to come over.

I looked at Raiden whose brows knot in a frown and then grumble under my breath. "Just stay away from me."

With that, I literally skipped to Foster who looked between Raiden and I. As soon as I was beside him, he interlocks our arms and guides me to my next class.

He didn't say a word yet.

Which was strange.

I'd thought he'd ask me questions about Raiden.

I side eyed him curiously. He was so quiet.

Until he peeked behind us, let out a sigh and then broke the silence. "Amelia, what was Raiden talking to you about?"

Why did he have a pitch of fear in his tone?

Was Raiden that much of a bully?

"He tried to introduce himself. Told him to stay away from me." I answered after a ticking second.

Foster nod. "I think you did good. Those guys and their friends are people to stay away from."

My brows furrowed. I saw Raiden punching a guy earlier, but I wondered why Foster seem so tense when talking about him.

Does he bully Foster too?

Curiosity won, and I found myself asking Foster. "Does he hit you too?"

Foster glanced at me quickly from the corner of his eye and replied. "No. He doesn't hit people like us. But it would still be best to stay away from him and his friends."

I gnawed on my lips. There are those words again. People like us. What did he mean by that?

I'm about to question him further until he cuts me off. "We're here. Have fun in your history class, I'll meet you outside to bring you to your next." He smiled at me and bid me goodbye before I could ask him anything.

I sighed and stepped into the class. I was one of the very few who were already here. And......that guy Raiden was feeding his fists to.

He sat at the back, slouched back in a cocky way as two pretty girls sat on his desk. His arms are wrapped around both.

They giggled at something he said and his smirk widened.

But that's not what keeps my eyes glued to his. It's the fact that his face, especially his jaw, didn't look like it suffered any fist to it. He looked unscathed.

I quickly tear my eyes away when his eyes snapped up to mine. I flushed.

He caught me looking.

I quickly made my way over to an empty desk and chair. Away from the guy.

I could feel his stare on me when I plop down on the chair. I didn't like his stare and shivered.

"Hey new girl."

I stiffened.

It was obvious he was trying to get my attention.

I squirmed and slowly turn my head to look at him. He beamed, teeth flashing.

I flinched.

I could've sworn I saw pointy fangs. But they were gone so quickly that I was convinced I had imagined them.

"Name?"

Did I want to give this guy my name?

For all I know he could also be one of Raiden's friends and they were just playing rough. Guys were like that in my old school.

I let out a faint exhale.

It's not like he'd not know my name eventually.

"Amelia."

His grin broadened. "Pretty name for a pretty human girl." He stressed on the word human which made me grow confused.

I turned back around, getting creeped out with the way he was basically eye rapping me.

Shaking my head, I pulled out my stuff and got ready for class.

A few minutes later and the class was piling up. There was only one empty chair left. That chair so happened to be beside me.

The teacher strolled in. A man in his mid-thirties perhaps. He looked young.

He set his bag on the desk, scanning around the entire class. His eyes fall on me and they shone in interest.

"You're new here, right?"

I nod, biting my lip and squirming when all heads turn to me.

"Welcome to Creek High. Where weird shit happens." He grinned.

The entire class burst into laughter. I cracked a smile too. It was kind of refreshing to have an easy-going teacher here. The last one seemed a bit stiff and cold.

"I'm Mr. Scott, your history teacher. And no, I'm not going to talk about Romeo and Juliet. Leave that for the drama class. I don't have enough tissues for everyone here."

Everyone laughed again, until suddenly the classroom went silent.

The door opens, hard boots hitting the tiles. I looked up from the boots, freezing when my eyes met green.

God. Him again!? Is he in every single class I have?

"Raiden," Mr. Scott sighed with a shake of his head. "May I know why you are a tad bit late?"

Raiden grinned, his white teeth flashing. The sight of it, weirdly made my stomach flip.

"Got lost." He shrugged.

Mr Scott rolled his eyes and shooed him away. "Just take a damn seat you overgrown teenager. "

Raiden smirked and started walking......over here.

I bent my head, praying he'd not acknowledge me. However I knew that the only seat left was the one just beside me.

It was unlikely for us to not interact.

I was just thinking of ways I could avoid talking to him, or looking his way when his smooth masculine voice grumble above me.

"You're in my seat."