Chapter 176

Amelia's pov

"Sorry, had to get something in the library," A soft male voice came from the doorway.

I turned around in the chair, my eyes falling on a lanky guy standing in the doorway awkwardly.

His hair is dark brown, his eyes dark and protected by huge frames. He's pretty tall too.

"Amelia meet Foster, he'll show you around the school and help you get to your classes." Principal Jester uttered.

I nod, taking the paper from his clutches and rising to my feet. Foster flushed as I approach him.

Foster turns to me, his face flustered. "Hi. Welcome to Creek High. Foster Miller at your service ma'am." He outstretched his hands politely.

I smiled. "Ma'am? I don't think anyone has referred to me as such." I joked and shook his hand firmly. "I'm Amelia White."

We started walking, him asking me to hand him the paper. He scanned it. "So where are you from Amelia? Hard to get new students here. Especially in the middle of the semester." He chuckled and spared me a quick glance.

"I'm from Michigan." I answered.

His brows raised. "And what brings you here in this small town?"

I looked away from him and swallowed. I didn't want to talk about what brought me here. If I do, I'd have to mention my mom. I wasn't ready to talk about her.

Thankfully Foster understood and changed the subject.

" So are you an introvert or extrovert? You know, I need to know if we can hang." He joked, making me giggle.

"Definitely an introvert." I nod, smiling at him. He managed to take my mind off of his previous question.

He raised his hand in a fist and pumps the air. "Yes. Introverts for the win."

I shake my head, biting my lower lip to suppress my smile. I squirmed closer to him when a bunch of rowdy boys ran down the hallway.

"Hey watch it Chad!" A girl screech as she is nearly thrown down.

Foster snorted. "Normal day in Creek High."

"Okay so I'll show you around the school and then bring you to your first class. What do you say? Up for a little tour?" He flashed me a grin. I smiled back in return. "Yeah."

Foster showed me around. I was aware of curious stares all throughout, but I was determined to not make them get to me. If there's one thing I hate, it was attention. And I was massing a lot of it....unfortunately.

But I understood that I was fresh meat....basically a shiny new toy in the school. Who wouldn't want to inspect it, aka me.

"So this is the gym where we usually have to run laps and play dodge ball. I'm actually convinced that my face is a magnet for balls." He snorted as he opened the door.

The sound of a grunt reaches my ears the second those doors parted, followed by another louder and wheezier one. My eyes quickly fall on three boys. Well four to be precise. Two boys held one of the boys arms while one reared his hand back. It was obvious what was going on.

I looked at the boy they held. His mouth bled, his teeth stained with red. The two boys who held him, attention snapped to me, which led for the bigger guy who was doing all the damage to look over his shoulder.

I gripped my bag strap the second he does.

Those green eyes fell into mine. Straight nose, full lips with a piercing just tickles from the corner of his lips. Thick brows with a piercing on one, angular sharp jawline....

God this guy looked like a Greek God. He was the hottest guy I had ever seen.

Too bad.....he seemed like a bully.

I took a step forward, only for Foster to wrap his fingers around the bone of my wrist and shook his head at me.

His eyes held something.

Was that fear?

He gulped. "You better not Amelia. It would be best to leave them to whatever they are doing."

I looked back at the four guys, specifically the one they held, while I try my hardest to not look at the one with striking green eyes.

The boy's lips are curled into a smirk as he spits out the blood on the floor.

"Is that all you got Raiden?" He spits, his smirk growing despite his jaw looking like it was broken.

"But they're-" I started and looked back over at Foster. His eyes grow with more uneasiness and fear. He shook his head furiously.

"Trust me. It's normal here. It would be best to go now." He tugged me.

I bit my bottom lip and reluctantly let him pull me away from the scene. I looked back once before the doors closed behind me.

Those green eyes.....

Why were they causing some tickling feeling in my stomach?

I turn around. "Are you sure we shouldn't call the principal? Something bad can happen. I think we should go back and stop it."

I turn around to head back but Foster stopped me.

"Mirabella, you're new here. There's one thing you should know about Creek High, in fact about the entire town. You mind your business and keep walking. People like us should not meddle in people like them, business. Trust me. Snitching won't help."

There's a warning in his tone that made me uneasy. It was like he knew something I didn't.

Whatever was happening in that gym....must be normal around here like he had mentioned. Perhaps he knew better. Maybe it was best to heed his warning.

We started walking away, my gaze going back every once in a while to see if anyone of those boys stepped out of the gym.

"So who were those guys in here?" I questioned Foster, sweeping my gaze over to him.

He looks over at me and with a sigh, answered. "The blonde one, with red streaks in his hair is Lester. Kinda a goth, kinda weirdly always quiet. The one with brown long hair is Damon. That one is literally a man whore and usually causes trouble around here. The guy they were beating up, his name is Casper. They usually always have an issue with him. And the one who literally screams danger with inky black shaggy hair is Raiden. That one, he's literally the God of the school. Everyone literally worship the ground he walks on. Can you blame them though? Guy is a walking super model."

My nose twitched. "But seems like a huge bully. All three of them."

Foster side eyed me. "Just stay clear of them Amelia. Trust me, you don't want to be on their bad side."