Chapter 6- Rosaline

Refusing to meet his eyes, I clutched my bag tightly deciding that the best thing to do at this point was to pretend like I had no idea who he was.

“Mystery girl”

“Don't call me that”

I said in a rushed hushed tone, people had already began to notice the exchange between us and that was the last thing I needed right now

“Candace, let's get going. We will be late for class”

I muttered and grabbed Candace by her arm pulling her along with me

Immediately the guy stood Infront of me blocking my path

“I don't know your name yet’

“And I don't know yours either but you don't see me scrambling to find out, do you?”

I asked with an eyebrow raised, wanting to walk past him and end the conversation

“Are you sure you don't? I mean, you do have something of mine”

I stiffened immediately, my eyes darting round to see if anyone has caught that statement

“What…”

I started

“Do you guys know each other”

Candace asked

“Uhm.. no.. I”

I began

“Yes, actually, you could say that we are intimate with each other”

He said, interrupting me

Gasps filled the air the same moment that Candace’s eyes widened in shock

“What, that is a lie”

I sputtered in embarrassment

“I am not one of your groupies, do you know who I am?”

I asked him in anger, my hands ony waist

“Well..”

He stepped close to me and leaned into my ear

“I know exactly how to make you scream with pleasure “

My face turned red in embarrassment

“What do you want?”

I muttered

“Maybe we should have a talk”

“Not here, not with people”

I gritted out

“Fine, the hockey field by 4pm today”

He said

“Fine”

I said and began walking away

“The name is Blake”

He shouted after me and I squeezed my fist in anger.

“Blake”, I muttered , testing the name on my tongue.

I squeezed my eyes tightly in frustration, I had stupidly lowered my inhibitions and engaged with him at that bar

If only I had gone home when my date hadn't shown up, I would never have stolen his wallet or owe him anything now

My question was what the hell was he up to? He could have called me out right there and then but he didn't and I was very much curious to know why

Was he part of them? Was this a trap

My mind buzzed in fear and alarm

“Rosie, Rosie!”

Candace exclaimed

“Oh, yeah?”

I asked, being pulled out from my almost melt down state

“What did Blake mean by you guys know each other? I mean, you barely even knew him up until I told you about him”

Candace asked as she shoved her books into her locker

Our lockers were placed side by side, the queens of Hamilton College

Hamilton was very big on its dance programme as much as it's Hockey programme and we were the very best at dance

In school, I was what one would call royalty and that did not happen overnight, I had done every possible thing I could to reach there and there was no possible way I was going to let an entitled hockey jock ruin that for me

“I have no idea why he claims to know me. He is probably just trying to get me to notice him by saying these dumb things”

I said, avoiding Candace's eyes as I looked in the mirror on my locker and began applying lipgloss

“Well, I guess that is possible too. He is such a creep then”

Candace muttered

“Exactly, psycho”

We said in unison and grinned at each other

I heaved a sigh of relief, luckily I had escaped that, now I just needed to ensure that he would not pull a stunt like that again

“I have bio”

Candace said as she grabbed her Bio textbook

“Oh, I have English lit”

I grabbed my binder and adjusted my pony tail in the mirror

“Okay, see you at lunch, yeah?”

Candace asked

“Definitely”

I said with a grin as I closed my locker shut and headed the opposite way

Candace and I barely shared classes together, I took advanced classes and I was looking towards the art direction

My dream was to be a professional dancer, nothing more

But for Candace, she had the pressure from her parents to study medicine and it was safe to say she hated it so much and sucked at it

I entered into the classroom and took my seat by the window dropping my bag on the seat beside me

Everyone in the school knew that , noone was allowed to sit beside me

I loved my space and I was not willing to sit down beside a wannabe fake

“ Like you”

A voice at the back of my head whispered

I tightened the grip on my pencil

“Any more pressure and it is going to snap”

I heard that infuriating voice again, before I could even turn to look at him, he had grabbed my bag and placed it on the table

“What the hell do you think you are doing”?

I snapped

“Uhm, sitting down, what does it look like?”

He asked with that boyish smirk of his as he slid into the seat beside me

“Nobody sits here, go find another seat or something”

I muttered

“Exactly, nobody sits here, so I am going to sit here”

Before i could say another word, Blake slid into the seat, a shit eating grin on his face

I groaned in frustration, if only I had known, I would have just gone home and avoided all this nonsense

“What the hell do you want from me?”

I whispered angrily

“Wow, take it easy kitten, why would you think I want anything from you?”

He asked with that goddamn beautiful smile on his face that made my knees buckle

“Because you keep following me around, and if you don't quit that I would assume you have a death wish of some sort”

“Are you so full of yourself that you think I am following you?”

My jaw dropped

“How dare..”

I begun

“Be my girlfriend”

Blake continued

“What the fuck?!”

I exclaimed, my jaw dropping even more