SHY BOOK 1 - Chapter 2 (continued) - Get out of my head

"Hello, Indianna."

Indianna looked up in surprise when Greyson sat next to her in their next class, French. She quickly lowered her gaze when he met her eyes and fidgeted nervously in her seat. She didn't say anything.

"Now, this would be where you say hi back; otherwise, it would be considered rude, Indianna," Greyson said in a low voice.

He smirked, and his dark eyes twinkled with amusement when Indianna's eyes widened and she forced out a quiet "hi."

"I don't think I introduced myself in our last class. I'm Greyson Evans."

Greyson spoke with a confidence that Indianna had never had. You could tell that this boy was not used to being questioned or argued with. He was used to being in charge, and he liked it.

"Yes, Brooke told me," Indianna told him.

She was certain that she wasn't going to forget who Greyson Evans was anytime soon. Just the thought of him being within touching distance made her nervous. Her skin buzzed from their close proximity, and he seemed to take over all of her senses. She could feel his body heat and smell his cologne. She was drawn to look only at him, and when he spoke, all she could focus on was his deep, velvety voice.

"Brooklyn," he murmured and nodded.

He was watching Indianna carefully, studying her. He was very aware that she was avoiding his eyes.

"You'd do well to stick with her. Brandon, however, is a miserable dick."

Indianna's eyes flickered to Greyson's for a split second. "He seems nice."

Greyson rolled his eyes. "Not everyone in this town is who they say they are, Indianna."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Indianna asked curiously, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Just be careful who you make friends with," Greyson warned.

His tone was firm, and Indianna couldn't help but wonder why he cared.

"But Brandon and Brooke—"

"They are good people. I just don't like Brandon." Greyson waved his hand dismissively. "It's not them that I'm talking about."

"I've not met anyone else."

Unless she counted the voice in her head.

"I'm not surprised."

"Why?" Indianna found herself meeting his eyes.

"You're not exactly approachable, are you, Indie?"

"Indie?"

Greyson ignored her. "I get it. You're shy; you're not used to people, are you? I plan to change that, though. It's not every day I get to help out a social outcast."

"What? I'm not a social—"

"I'm teasing," Greyson interrupted and chuckled. "Besides, do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?"

"No?"

Greyson leaned closer to Indianna, and she sucked in a breath, staring at him cautiously.

"With a click of my fingers, I could have anything I want," he whispered. "People are terrified of me, but they also want me. And here I am, talking to you."

"Oh. Okay."

Indianna didn't know what else to say. She wasn't good with conversations or being sociable, especially when she was talking to someone as confident, self-assured and cocky as Greyson.

"So, Indie, why did you move here?" Greyson asked when it became obvious that Indianna wasn't going to carry on the conversation.

"My mother wanted a change of scenery," Indianna answered, but her voice was quieter and distant. She didn't want to talk to Greyson anymore. She wanted to be left alone.

She hated the looks she was receiving from the students in the classroom. They watched her with curious eyes and gossiped with their friends about how Greyson Evans was talking to the shy new girl.

"Do you live with your father?" Greyson pressed, very aware of the students whispering about Indianna and him. However, he didn't care what other people had to say about him.

"No," Indianna answered after a moment of silence. She fiddled with the ring on her finger. "He's not with us."

"Away," Greyson murmured and raised his eyebrows. "Okay."

"Why are you talking to me?" Indianna asked suddenly, surprising herself with her confidence.

Indianna knew of boys like Greyson, and she knew that they didn't waste their time with girls like her.

"Because I want to. And I always get what I want."

There wasn't a sliver of doubt in his voice.

Indianna frowned, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. She wondered what Greyson truly wanted, but she nodded and said, "Okay."

"What's this?" Greyson asked, catching Indianna's wrist and turning it over.

Indianna paled, and her eyes went wide. Greyson felt her whole body tense, and he could feel her pulse quicken.

"Greyson, l-let go of me."

"What is it?" Greyson asked again, raising his eyebrows at her.

"You're making me uncomfortable!" Indianna squirmed and tried to pull her arm away, but she was unsuccessful.

She looked up into Greyson's dark eyes and swallowed nervously. He seemed annoyed, and she was pretty certain that he wasn't going to let her go without an answer.

"You can see what it is," she whimpered eventually.

Greyson blinked once and said, "How did you get it?"

"How else do you get a scar from a bite mark on your wrist?" Indianna asked with a bitter edge to her voice that Greyson was surprised to hear. "You get bitten."

"You were attacked?"

Indianna was silent.

"Answer me, Indie. I do not like being ignored."

Indianna gulped and looked away from Greyson. He was starting to scare her, but she knew that the easiest option was to answer his questions, no matter how uncomfortable they made her.

"Yes, I was attacked."

Greyson released Indianna's arm, and she immediately shot out of her seat, attempting to get away from the boy who was intimidating and scaring her. But as quick as she thought she was, Greyson was quicker.

He blocked Indianna's path and looked down at her with an amused smirk.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Indianna looked up at him in shock, her eyes widening in anger.

"Are you insane?" she hissed. "Do you like terrorising the new girls? Is that what gets you off—"

She groaned in frustration when Greyson blocked her way again and pressed her palm to her forehead.

"Please, just let me pass!"