Chapter 3
I sighed as I sat at my desk in homeroom. Polan's desk was behind mine and she was reading of course, no loner interested in the blossoms falling outside.
Everyone was talking about him.
New guy this, new guy that. It was getting annoying. Even though the same thoughts were going through my head of course. They were a tad x-rated though...
I sighed again and shot a look across the room at Katrina Ryan. She was sitting over there her legs and arms crossed and her head held high with confidence. She'd been talking about him since the moment she walked in the door.
"Yeah," Katrina said, flicking her straight black hair off her shoulders with her hand. "There's no way he'll say no to me. No one can."
I saw red. She was so full of it! Just because she didn't have an ounce of body-fat on the nice tan body of hers doesn't mean that the new guy will go out with her right away! I clenched my fists and dug my long nails into my palm to keep myself of going over there and strangling her. But it was hard.
I turned my face away from her and looked towards the front of the classroom with a furious glare. After a few seconds of deep breathing, I calmed myself down and relaxed my hands. When I did, I saw blood and little red cuts all over my palms.
I sighed and turned towards Polan.
"Hey can I borrow a tissue and a band-aid?" I asked her. Polan automatically looked up at me then down at my hands. She gasped.
"What did you do?!" She exclaimed, reaching into her bag for a pack of tissues and a box of band-aids.
"Blame Katrina." I said in a monotone voice. A minute later my hands were all bandaged up and I was facing the front when Mrs. Graham walked to her podium at the front of the class.
"Good morning students." She said. "I'd like to introduce a new student this morning. You can come in now." She called softly out to the hall.
Then he came in.
His amazing eyes scanned the class until they came to a rest on me. I stared at his beautiful eyes and found myself taken away. It was like he'd stolen me. I couldn't stop looking at him. I felt as if he looked away from me then I would die then and there.
A few seconds that seemed like hours later, he killed me and looked at Mrs. Graham as she introduced him.
"Class, this is Damien Steel. This is his first time at this school so I expect you all to be nice and polite to him." She gave the class a stern look that meant she's serious. Then she looked at Damien with a kind smile. "You can sit over there in that empty desk." She pointed over at my side of the room and I found tat the empty desk was right next to me.
Oh my god! I shrieked in my mind. I get to sit next to him!!
As he walked to his desk, he locked his eyes on me. I swear to god he had his eyes on me for at least half the class. In homeroom we basically sit around talking to our friends, so he didn't get reprimanded or anything.
About ten minutes before class was over, a little folded piece of paper landed on the corner of my desk. I turned my head and saw that Damien was still looking at me. He tilted his head towards the piece of paper.
I reached over and picked it up and held it in my hand for a second. I pointed to the note then to me. He nodded. Smiling slightly, I unfolded the note to see his elegant handwriting.
Hey. I''m Damien.
I looked at him curiously. His handwriting was pretty for a guy. I pulled out a pencil and scrawled some writing on it.
Hi. I'm Nikki
I tossed it back to him. He unfolded it and smiled before writing back to me.
Nikki. That's a nice name.
Thank you. I really like your name though.
Thanks. What are you doing tomorrow?
Nothing really, why?
Cause I think you're cute and I want to take you out.
I started as I read the note. I looked up at him, my face red. He thought I was cute! I smiled to myself and wrote my reply on the piece of paper before giving it back.
Um...okay. Sure. I'll go out with you tomorrow.
Awesome. But I also would like you to show me some good places to eat and hang out since I just moved here. You can give me the grand tour. We'll go out to lunch. My treat.
Wow really? That's nice of you. When do you want to meet?
I'll come pick you up. Where do you live?
3250 Baker's Street. You cant miss it. Its the only house with a bench seat hanging from the tree branch in the front yard.
That's helpful. Okay how about I pick you up around 11?
11 is great. I can't wait!
Me either.
I looked over at him with a soft smile. He smiled back at me.
He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "Let me see your schedule." He said to me. I jolted at his voice. It was deep and seductive, like liquid velvet chocolate. As soon as he spoke I got a mental image of long nights of hot wild animal sex.
I blushed bright red and blinked to clear the want from my head. I pulled my schedule from my bag and handed it to him. Damien's gorgeous eyes scanned the papers quickly and he smiled. He looked at me.
"We have the same schedule." He said with a hint of satisfaction.
This was going to be a crazy year.