Chapter 5: Smart Gorgon Girl
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She was just about to walk into the gorgon building when I stepped in front of her again, stopping her before she could go inside.
This time, I really looked at her.
Up close, she was even more… different.
Not just because of how she was looking, but because of how she carried herself.
She stood, tall, dressed in all black ,
She gave this aura of built walls around herself .
Her hood and face mask hid most of her face, but not her eyes.
Those eyes stayed with me.
Gray and calm.
But not soft.
They looked like they were holding too much inside, like nothing could get in and go out unless she allowed it.
My wolf stirred quietly at that, not in warning, but in interest.
She was a Gorgon. That much was clear.
But she didn’t feel like one.
“I was talking to you,” I said, with a smirk on my face.
My stare usually worked without me trying but she didn't budge not answer.
Didn’t even move.
She just looked at me.
And for some reason, that silence didn’t feel like fear or shyness.
It felt like a choice. Like she had already decided I wasn’t worth the effort of talking to.
That should have annoyed me.
But it didn’t.
“I heard you don’t talk,” I added, watching her closely. “Is that true?”
Kael's voice echoed behind me . He laughed softly.
“Maybe she’s shy, Ben.”
I ignored it.
My attention stayed on her.
There was something about the way she stood ,tight, controlled, like she was holding something in. Not scared or unsure, Just… careful.
For a moment, something in me shifted.
The teasing was still there, but it wasn’t the same anymore.
It turned into something else.
Something sharper.
Curiosity.
“You’re interesting,” I said, my voice softer than before. “And I like interesting.”
Still nothing.
No reaction.
No expression.
Not even a small change.
And somehow, that made it worse.
Or maybe better.
I wasn’t sure yet.
I let go of her arm and stepped back to her space. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to see what she would do next.
“See you around, silent girl.”
She didn’t waste a second but walked past me like I wasn’t even there, her steps steady, like she already knew exactly where she was going and nothing around her mattered.
I didn’t follow.
But I watched.
I watched her walk up the stairs, , and disappear inside without looking back. Not even once.
And even after she was gone…
I was still looking.
“She’s not your type,” someone said behind me.
I didn’t answer.
Because that wasn’t what this was.
It wasn’t about type.
It was about the way she didn’t react.
About the silence that didn’t feel weak.
About how, for the first time in a long time…
Someone who did not care who I was.
I ran a hand through my hair, bit the side of my lips and turned away, finally forcing myself to move.
I should have let it go.
I should have forgotten about her right there.
But I didn’t.
Because even as I walked away…
My mind stayed with her as I retreated to my room. I stayed up quite late thinking about her and I didn't realize when I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up the next morning feeling excited because I would see her in the first period which was ETHNICS. And I'm sure to sit beside her.
I couldn't let myself loose the game.
Then I got to class. I searched for her with my eyes and sure enough, as i predicted,she sat close to the entrance.
I felt pleased because our eyes met and there was an empty seat close to her.
The professor said many things but all I picked was the part where we'd debate and in pairs.
The Ethics pairing was a gift.
When our names glowed side-by-side on the arched ceiling, Kael nudged me with a grin. “Lucky draw, Alpha. Easy win.”
I didn’t answer.This has absolutely nothing to do with luck. The old fae professor had a taste for drama, and putting the silent new Gorgon against the loudest Alpha in the room was a little too tempting for her to resist.
I slid into the seat beside her. Her scent was unusual, not earthy like a Gorgon’s should be, but cold. Like frost over dark water. And those gloves shouldn't be worn in September.
Her first note was predictable: We should argue for separation.
I agreed, but chose the opposite position. Not to challenge the topic, but to challenge her.
At the lectern, she was a statue. Only her eyes moved, gray and they held no depth. She placed her cards with a quiet precision that felt more dangerous than any shouted argument. When she wrote Abominations, the room stilled.
The word hit me harder than it should have. I’d heard it whispered about Liam after his death, because he’d been seen with a shifter from a forbidden clan. Because he’d asked too many questions. Abomination was useful word for burying secrets.
“Abomination is just a word used by people who are afraid,” I fired back, my voice colder than I’d intended it to be. Iwaa loosing control.
Her only reaction was the faintest tightening of her fingers on the next card.
After the class I hurried to catch up with her in the hallway so I could hand her card back to her. Her gloved fingers brushed mine and for a second, I thought I felt something like a current that's not magic, but something taut, like a wire about to snap.
“You believe that?” I asked, nodding at the word.
She shook her head. Once. Sharp.
Good. Neither did I.
I walked away, Kael falling into step beside me. “So? Making progress?”
“It’s a debate, not a courtship,” I said, my tone ending the conversation.
But that wasn’t entirely true.
Back in my room, I tossed the ethics text on my desk and stared out the window toward Gorgon House. She was a puzzle, but not the kind I’d assumed. This wasn’t about a bet anymore. It was about the stillness in her. The control. It mirrored the emptiness in me since Liam died and somehow freed the part I filled with parties, bets, and bad decisions.
She didn’t feel like a Gorgon. Gorgons were prideful, volatile, magical narcissists. I mean we have them here in school but with her it's different. She felt… contained. Like a locked box in a room full of open doors.
I pulled Liam’s journal from its hiding place. The entry from the week before he died was smudged, frantic:
“They’re not telling us everything about Moonshadow. The attack wasn’t random. Something got out. Something they made.”
I’d read it a hundred times. I’d assumed “something” was a monster, a spell, a weapon. Now, looking out at the dark shape of her dorm, and the debate in ethics class,a new thought whispered.
What if “something” was a someone?
But that was madness. She was a Gorgon. Her paperwork was sealed, but official. Her snakes were real and I’d seen them stir.
Yet.
The gloves. The silence. The way she held herself apart, not like she was better, but like she was braced for impact.
I closed the journal.
The bet was still on. But my curiosity was no longer about winning credits.
It was about the ghost in her eyes that looked too much like the one in mine.
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