Chapter 6 - F* Me!
1470 Words
Aurora D’Angelo / Isla Smith
Just my luck, the asshole from the nightclub was in one of my classes. One of the advanced classes I managed to get, even when I was barely starting school. Yes, I am not only a princess, a hybrid, and super cute… I am also a genius… thus, with the right strings, the excellent scores and tests to prove my abilities… I got into a senior business class.
I wanted to have a double degree… Business and Marketing. Some classes overlapped. That was the reason I knew I could manage to get both.
The teacher assigned me a seat, precisely beside the obnoxious man. I sat beside him, my back stiff… not wanting to be there, and even considering switching classes, or completely dropping the f*****g course.
Ugh! I hate it, I hate the way I was raised to see things through, to face things head on… not be a quitter. Quitting was tempting, but it was not in my nature. Damn it!
Up close, the man was gorgeous, and that is saying something. Supernatural men are quite good-looking, built with strength and muscles, sharp features, and most of them are very handsome… This human man could pass as a supernatural any given day. He had an athletic, chiseled jaw, with a smooth 5 o'clock beard that made him look handsome and rugged at the same time. Deep mesmerizing blue eyes, framed by dark lashes and eyebrows, and his hair, I bet it was soft and well-kept.
Goddess! I was ogling, how embarrassing! But at a glance, I clocked in so many details that my mind was taken aback.
The teacher started the lesson, and, of course, as with any other first day in class, he passed around the syllabus and started talking about the general rules of the class. He mentioned a semester-long partner project. I took a deep breath. I barely knew anyone in this class, and the guy sitting beside me was definitely not an option. He would never be an option… he was handsome, yes, but he was also cocky, and he thought that with a drink he could get between my legs, and I find that behavior nasty and overall disgusting… So, no, he is a hard pass for me.
The teacher passed the guidelines for the final project. Two people in a team, assigned teams, it reads at the top. Then I quickly scanned the guidelines and started making notes on them. Unbelievable, the teacher seemed smart and strict; nevertheless, he was a bit sloppy, because I caught a typo. Sorry, but I was raised by the best tutors and teachers in the supernatural realm, and I was anal about grammar…
I took a deep breath, and then the teacher said, “Look at your left…” I looked to my left, and beside me was the space in the hallway. “The person beside you is your new partner for the final project,” he said, and I gasped, slowly turning to my right, meeting the amused blue eyes of the man beside me.
“I guess we are partners, sweetheart…” he said with a very sexy smirk, and I swear my heart skipped a beat. The more I saw him in broad daylight, the more I saw why all the ladies on campus chased after him. Good thing I am not all those women….
“f**k me,” I mumbled, mostly to myself. Unfortunately, he caught every word.
He laughed, and I huffed.
After that small fit of laughter, he leaned forward, caught my eyes, and said, “Whatever you want, Sweetheart.”
Was he really offering... what?
“Don't call me that,” I said, and he nodded.
“What should I call you? Sweetheart is off the table… Love? Boo?” he said loudly, making the girl with big cleavage snap her head towards us, and give me a nasty glare.
“Isla is fine…” I said, and he smiled.
“Isla, what a beautiful name, it matches the owner…” he smiled, and I took a deep breath.
“Look… if we are going to have to work on this project together. I expect you to be professional about it…” I said, and he nodded.
“And we are going to put on the cover of the project, Isla and the professional guy who worked with her,” he smirked, and I sighed.
“Right, sorry… that was not polite of me,” I recoiled… I was never this rude, but he got on my nerves.
“What is your name?” I asked, and he smiled.
“I have already told you, Ashton Varnat… I believe I introduced myself yesterday,” he said, and I shrugged my shoulders.
“Too much noise,” I said, and he chuckled, knowing well I was bullshitting him.
“Right,” he sighed, seeing that I lowered my defenses, and he made the next move.
“Isla, I should apologize for yesterday… I was an ass…” he paused, rubbed the back of his neck, and I could see him struggling to get the words out, “It is not often that we invite girls, and they openly refuse… us… me,” he confessed, and I gave him a side smile.
“There is always a first time for everything,” I said when the bell rang announcing the end of the period. I grabbed my things, stood up, and scurried away.
As soon as I stepped out of the auditorium, where our class was being held, I took a deep breath in relief. Somehow, his sole presence near me did something to me, something unexpected and completely annoying.
“Isla!” he said, and half of the people lingering in the hallway went quiet. What the f**k is happening now? I was so confused.
I heard one girl whisper to another close by. “Ashton never chases after a girl,” the other girl replied, “She is so lucky…”
I slowly turned around. “Isla…” he stood before me, and I sighed.
“I have class,” I said, and he nodded.
“Yeah, I am heading to the football field. I can walk you,” he said, and I took a deep breath. This was bad, terrible.
“No need, thanks… I don't want to make you late,” I said sweetly, and he sighed.
“It has been twice in less than twenty-four hours…” he pointed out, and I took a deep breath.
“Look, we got partnered in this class, but you don't owe me anything…” I said,
“No, but I want to get to know you… somehow, I am interested,” he said, and I took a deep breath.
“I am not interested,” I said again, and he nodded.
“We will see…” he said, and I rolled my eyes. He was relentless; I gave him that.
“Give me your phone,” he suddenly said, and I squinted my eyebrows.
“What? Why?” I mumbled.
“Because we will have to work on the project, and we need to be able to keep in contact after classes,” he said, and I slowly passed him my phone.
He dialed his number, placing a lost call to save my number on his.
“There,” he smiled, and for the first time, I saw a genuine smile on his face. It was a smile free of poses. Goddess! That smile was the real weapon. More than the name, the face, and the pose when he was genuine, without the facade on, and vulnerable… That was the real problem.
“I have to go,” I said, and he nodded.
“I'll text you,” he said, and I laughed.
“I am never going to get rid of you… Am I?” I said, and he laughed.
“Not until I crack the code and find the bug that made you reject me…” he smiled, and I turned around laughing.
Goddess, this was going to be interesting, and a f*****g roller-coaster. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I opened it.
UNKNOWN NUMBER:
Best sound ever! 😉
I looked over my shoulder and saw him at a distance. My phone vibrated again,
UNKNOWN NUMBER:
Your laugh, 😎🔥
I smiled. This is going to be entertaining, to say the least. My phone vibrated again.
UNKNOWN NUMBER:
Dinner? On me, not a date, more a brainstorming session for the project. 🙏
I took a deep breath,
What should I say to that? s**t! We are team partners, and refusing would make things weird… It was not a date, he typed it himself…
ISLA SMITH:
OK.
What have I done?
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