Fated To The Alpha’s Heart

ChapterTwo

Kiara’s POV

"Good morning, Mr. Charles. I'm really sorry I'm late," I said, feeling embarrassed as I rushed into the classroom, my backpack sliding off my shoulder.

Mr. Charles looked up from his desk, his expression stern. "Miss Anderson, do you know what time it is? You were supposed to be third, but I shifted you to last because you were nowhere to be found."

My stomach dropped. I'd overslept after staying up late studying, and now everyone was staring at me. "Sorry, sir. I'll begin now," I said, making my way to the front of the class.

I set up my presentation with trembling hands, my embarrassment growing with each passing minute. The whole class's eyes were on me, their gazes burning into my skin. All were watching except for Kelvin, who seemed uninterested. His eyes wandered off, looking out the window, as if his mind were already somewhere else entirely.

My heart sank, my eyes drifting back to him, hoping to catch his eye. I wanted, no, I needed his attention, even though I knew I shouldn't care so much.

But he didn't seem to notice.

I forced myself to focus on the rest of the class, pulling my gaze away from him and looking at the other students instead. The next time I glanced at Kelvin, however, he was watching me. His blue eyes were locked on mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.

My heart skipped a beat, and my pulse raced, but I kept my cool, completing the presentation with ease and confidence. I noticed his eyes stayed fixed on me, following my every movement, making my heart race even faster. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, but I pushed through, determined not to let my nerves show.

As I finished my presentation, the whole class responded with thunderous applause. The sound filled the room, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Great job, Kiara!" Mr. Charles said, giving me a thumbs-up and a rare approving nod.

After he left the classroom, Rachel and Eric rushed toward me, their faces radiating excitement.

"Kiara, you were amazing!"

Rachel's face lit up with a stunning smile as she walked toward me. "You're so smart, I'm not surprised you nailed it," she said as she squeezed me in a bear hug.

Eric joined in, his gray eyes shining with admiration. "Yeah, Kiara, you totally rocked it!" He flashed me his signature smile, the one that had made half the girls in school develop crushes on him, and we shared a warm hug.

As we hugged, I felt grateful for our friendship. Rachel and I had been inseparable since third grade, sharing every secret, dream, and moment together. We'd been through everything: first crushes, failed tests, family drama, and late-night study sessions. Rachel was more than a best friend, she was my sister in every way that mattered. And Eric, who had become a close friend since eighth grade, had always been there for me, supporting me, encouraging me, and having my back no matter what. He was the brother I never had.

Their friendship meant the world to me.

As I sat in class later that afternoon, a thrill ran through me when Kelvin's gaze met mine across the room. I didn't care about the rest of the class, all I wanted was his attention. I had tried to approach him before, to talk to him, to befriend him, but he had been cold every single time, shutting me down with one-word answers or simply walking away.

I had a crush on him, a massive, all-consuming crush that I couldn't shake no matter how hard I tried. But I had my pride. I didn't want to seem desperate or like a stalker, so I let my pride stop me from trying again. I acted as if he didn't exist, pretending to be engrossed in my notes, avoiding eye contact when we passed in the hallways, and trying to play it cool whenever he was near.

But it was hard to ignore the flutter in my chest when he was near, or the way my heart raced when our eyes met, even by accident.

Kelvin was a transfer student, and despite being with us for over five months, he still had no friends. He never smiled, never showed any warmth toward anyone who tried to get close to him. He sat alone at lunch, walked alone between classes, and never participated in group projects unless absolutely required. But there was something about him that drew me in, something magnetic, something impossible to resist.

I couldn't help but be drawn to him, and I still remembered the first time we met as if it were yesterday. The memory played in my mind like a scene from a movie I'd watched a thousand times.

Flashback

Mr. Miller had asked me to bring some books to the library, and I was in a hurry. The hallways were crowded, students pushing past each other to get to their next classes. I clutched the heavy stack of books to my chest, trying to navigate through the chaos. I didn't see what was in front of me until I collided with someone, sending all the books in my arms tumbling to the ground with a loud crash.

That was when my gaze landed on him: Kelvin.

He stood there, towering over me, looking at me with an unreadable expression as I tried to gather the books and apologize. My hands shook as I reached for the scattered books, my face burning with embarrassment.

His well-defined features and gorgeous eyes seemed to glow with an effortless charm, even with a serious expression. He had dark curls, with a few loose strands falling across his forehead, giving him a slightly messy look that somehow made him even more attractive. His fair skin was flawless, the kind you couldn't help but want to touch. His nose was straight and slender, perfectly proportioned to his face. And his lips... oh, his lips. They curled slightly at the corners, giving him a devil-may-care air that took my breath away.

And he was really tall; I was certain he was at least 6'3" or 6'4", making him stand out in a crowd. His athletic build was evident even under his shirt. He was wearing a black leather biker jacket over a plain white tee, and he had on straight-leg black jeans that sat low on his hips, falling perfectly over a pair of beat-up leather boots. He wasn't just a Greek god, he was hotter than one.

His blue eyes met mine, and for a moment, my heart stopped. His gaze bore into my soul with an intensity that left me breathless, as if he could see right through me, past all my walls and defenses, straight to my very core.

As he drew closer, the fresh scent of cedarwood and mint filled the air around me, clean and masculine, pulling me in like a magnet.

"I-I'm so... I'm sorry," I forced the words out, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. I could feel the stares of other students, some whispering, some giggling at my clumsiness.

Kelvin didn't say anything. He just looked at me with a cold stare that sent shivers down my spine, his expression hardening into something that looked almost like... disgust? Then he walked away without a word, stepping over the books still scattered on the floor. I thought he would at least help me pick them up, but the look he gave me broke my heart. I was left standing there, feeling like a total i***t as I watched him disappear into the crowd of students.

I quickly packed up the books, blinking back the sting of tears, and rushed to the library, hurrying back to class afterward to avoid being late. As I entered the classroom, trying to slip in unnoticed, my eyes landed on him again: Kelvin.

The hot new boy.

He was sitting in the back row, typing away on his phone, his fingers moving quickly across the screen. But as I walked in, he looked up, and our eyes met. My heartbeat increased; it was so loud I was sure the whole class could hear it pounding in my chest. But he quickly looked away and continued typing, dismissing me entirely.

I took my seat, trying to focus on the lesson, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Kelvin. It was impossible to concentrate. I couldn't stop wondering what he was doing on his phone, or why he seemed so unapproachable, so distant, and so cold.

Despite him always being cold to everyone around him, I found myself drawn to him, and I couldn't explain why. It made no sense. He'd been nothing but rude to me, yet here I was, unable to stop thinking about him.

I couldn't stop thinking of him; it was hard. I'd catch myself daydreaming about him in class, imagining what it would be like if he smiled at me, or if he talked to me like a normal person. I knew it was impossible for him to like me, as he'd made that abundantly clear, but it didn't matter. I found myself searching for him in the hallways, hoping to see his handsome face and gorgeous blue eyes, hoping for just one more glimpse.

I found myself craving his scent, that intoxicating combination of cedarwood and mint that seemed to linger in my mind.

I couldn't explain it, but there was something about Kelvin that had captured my attention, and I couldn't let go of the thought that he was somehow meant for me. It was crazy and irrational, but the feeling persisted, growing stronger with each passing day.