My name is Ana

6. Smooth bastard

I get to the hallway where my locker is and notice there's a lot of people crowded in the area. More than usual. I noticed that they are all girls. Giggling. I hate giggling. Wherever there's giggling, there's trouble. Usually annoying trouble.

I felt him before I saw him. 1st, the butterflies, then the sapphire blue eyes boring into me. Why does that happen? This isn't normal. But at the same time, I feel like it is.

I accidentally make eye contact. "Shit." I say outloud to myself. Mr. Maserati is leaning next to my locker, all calm and collected like he's supposed to be there.

What am I supposed to do? I need to get in there. He knows I see him, so it's too late to just play stupid and walk past him. Who the f**k is this guy?

I nudge my way through the giggling girls to my locker. I try to pretend he's not standing right next to me buts it's hard. This guy's like beyond hot. lt's intimidating. I keep dropping things and can't remember what i actually need.

This unexplainable, intense feeling is bouncing back and forth between us. Neither of us say anything. I give up and just switch some random books in my backpack, say a prayer that I chose correctly, close my locker, and turn. Mr. Maserati and I are standing toe toe. I'm staring down at his black combat boots then at my Crocs. "Huh?" I mutter. Suddenly, Crocs don't feel like 100 percent effective birth control anymore.

I slowly look up, he's just staring down at me with a grin on his face. I realize I underestimated this guys size in the parking lot. He's huge. Towering over me at at least 6'4. He's screaming danger. Hot danger. Fire danger. He looks down right vicious. But that smile. He's a hot, vicious teddy bear. All those years of wondering why a nice decent girl always drops her panties easily for the asshole now makes perfect sense. The smiles and their trickery. I'm not falling for it. Whatever this guy is selling, I'm not buying it, I lie to myself.

"I'm Dimitri." What? I should probably be creeped out, but I'm not. Why the hell is Hottie McHotterson at my locker introducing himself to me and looking at me like I'm the 9th wonder of the world? And what kind of accent is that? "I'm Ana?" I ask, sounding confused. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to say next. Where the hell is Beth? This is when I need Beth to take the reigns!

I smell a high concentration of coconut. I hate coconut. I see a hand and with hot pink nails rest on Dimitri's forearm. Why am i suddenly engulfed with rage and jealousy?

"Hi, I'm Sabrina, I see you met my close friend Ana. We go way back. I can show you around. I'm sure Ana here needs to get back to her boyfriend,Justin, " Record Scratch. "What?" I say, whipping my head at Sabrina.

Without taking his eyes off of me, Dimitri picks her hand off his arm like it's covered in germs, then gently places his fingers under my chin and turns my face up to his. I feel a tingling where his fingers are on my skin.

"No, thank you. Ana is going to show me around. Her boyfriend won't be a problem for much longer." What the hell does that mean? All I could do was mutter. "Justin isn't my boyfriend." I realize I've been saying that a lot lately. This makes Dimitri smile.

I jump when I hear a locker slam loudly behind me, but I can't seem to care enough to look. Just then, Sabrina disappears, and Beth materializes in her place. Thank you Beth, you may have saved a life today.

"Soooooo you gonna introduce me to your friend? And why is Sabrina looking at you like you just ruined her life? Somebody best start talking. Oh, and Ana, we're gonna need to have a conversation about that problem we always anticipated you having. Cause he's losing his shit." She looks at Demitri and holds out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Beth. The best friend. Nice to meet you." She looks him up and down, nodding with approval. "You got any friends?" She smiles.

I break my trance with Dimitri and look at Beth. I finally turn and look behind me and see papers all over the hall around Justin's locker and Justin standing there staring daggers at Dimitri. Oh, Boy. "We gotta get to class. Dimitri, it was REALLY nice meeting you, but I really um... gotta talk to Beth because I don't know what's happening right now, and I feel really awkward. I'll see you later. "

Dimitri chuckles and smiles down at me, touches my cheek, and just nods. "ok, love." More tingles. He's smooth.

Beth and I start walking. "OK. you have 3 minutes to unload everything that just happened. Because that guy is hot, and he's zeroing in on YOU."

On the way to history, I go over everything as quickly as possible. I left out the part about how I know he's 10 ft behind us because I can feel him. Because that's just weird. We get to class and sit down. Dimitri follows handing a paper to Mr. Kane and Mr. Kane points back to us.

I look over and realize the only empty seat in this class is behind me. Dimitri takes his seat, and Mr Kane asks him to introduce himself to the class.

I can feel him staring at me the whole time. I can also hear Justin breaking pencils on the other side of the classroom.

Dimitri Ardelean was born in Romania. After his father died, he moved to the United States with his mother and large family 2 years ago. He's also very intrigued with the towns history and is very excited to be here. Hmmm. Interesting. I should educate him about the murderous thief. I hear another pencil snapping.

Satisfied with Dimitri's introduction, Mr. Kane starts going over our lessons. "Miss Marshall? Can you share with Dimitri? I need to get him a book for tomorrow. "Sure, Mr. Kane" Another snap. Dimitri pulls his desk up. Snap. Beth watches intently soaking it all in and paying attention to all of the details.

Thank God because I sure as hell can't make any sense of it.