The Unwanted Twin and Her Alpha Protector

Chapter 4.2: Violet

Riley POV

So much for not making a fool of myself. To my surprise, though, he laughed. Actually, flung back his head and laughed.

It was unexpected. Shocking and seductive.

“You have no shame,” he chuckled, “I like it. Anyway, have a good one, Riley,” he drawled, his dark obsidian eyes twinkling, “I hope to see you around.”

Me too. It would be a shame not to admire a perfect piece of art like you, even if it's only from a distance.

I watched him go, inwardly scolding myself.

Way to go, Riley, you just humiliated yourself in front of one of the popular guys. It’s probably going to go all around the school about you flinging yourself at him. Ugh.

I groaned and hightailed it to my first class of the day, almost barging in breathless. I was late. Very late. The teacher, a mature-aged man with balding hair and thick spectacles, glowered at me. I smiled sweetly at him, even batted my eyelashes for good measure. It didn't work. He still looked pissed.

“Who might you be?” he asked, frowning.

“Riley Sullivan, Sir.”

Maybe being respectful would help him look as though there wasn't a stick up his arse. I doubted it, though. His face probably looked permanently pissed.

“The new girl,” he sighed, “which means you’re probably going to be far behind. Take a seat,” he gestured absently around the room, “unless you would like to say something about yourself first?” he peered at me over his glasses.

I'd done myself enough emotional damage for today. I wasn't about to risk further humiliation.

I was slightly offended as well at the assumption that I was behind on the material. Glancing at the board, I could see it was all to do with the constitution. Too easy. Hoped he choked when I handed in my homework.

“Nope,” I said loudly, answering him, popping the p to mess with him, “I’m good.”

Besides, nobody cared anyway. It was just another way of bringing unwanted attention to the new girl.

Whispers followed me as I made my way to the back of the classroom and plonked myself down. Some glared at me, other boys looked at me with desire, and the girl I sat beside had hot pink hair and pretty violet eyes. Interesting. She wasn't another sheep trying to blend in with the crowd. I gave her props for that.

“New, huh?” she said sympathetically as the teacher began to drone on and on, “it always sucks to be the new student. Names Violet,” she said with a wide grin.

I instantly liked her. That hair was damn hot and screaming confidence. She was exactly the kind of girl my bitches back at the boarding school would have welcomed with open arms.

“Riley, but you can call me Riles,” I said cheerfully, moving closer to her.

“Riles, I like it. I have a feeling we’re going to get along just great. Something about you screams rule breaker,” she said mischievously, “and I’m a good sense of character. Practically psychic,” she boasted as I gave a soft laugh.

“Really?” I ignored the teacher and moved closer to Violet, “Then what do you see in my future? A’s? Stardom? A hundred cats and a freezer full of ice cream?” I added wickedly. "Maybe a winning lotto ticket or a serial killer murdering me?"

“I see a tall, dark, handsome man in your future,” she giggled, "and I'm pretty sure he's not a serial killer but your mate."

Sounded dreamy and unrealistic. I hated to burst her bubble, but somebody had to.

“That’s what all the psychics say,” I mocked her, “and then it turns out to be some fat guy with a wig and a kink for wearing diapers and sucking on a pacifier.”

She cracked up, bending over and clutching her stomach, causing the teacher to look at us both pointedly, while the rest of the class shot us curious looks and then turned back in their seats.

We both deliberately ignored the teacher, and after huffing under his breath, he went back to writing on the whiteboard.

“Oh, I think the others are going to just adore you,” she giggled again. “Eat with me at lunchtime, okay?” she added as the bell rang, “just find me in the cafeteria. It’s not like it’s hard to spot me either,” she added conspirationally.

That was an understatement. With that hair, she might as well be waving a flag. Still, it was handy. I wouldn't have to waste time looking for her in a sea of students wearing the same damn uniform. Well, except the boys had trousers and the girls had skirts, but you know what I mean. Sheep.

Today was shaping up to be interesting, and it wasn’t even half-time yet. I wondered what other plans today had in store for me. Half Moon Academy was beginning to seem like a building full of traps, and with one wrong step, you were a goner. Would I successfully navigate the rest of the day and come out unscathed, or was I to become another casualty?