The Popular Boys Have a Secret

Meeting the school Hunk

AMELIA'S POV

It took me almost ten minutes to read the small school map and figure out where my first class should be. Anxiety can easily turn you into a fool sometimes.

So far no one has seemed to recognise me and I am starting to relax. I don't seem as invisible as I used to in the past when people used to ignore my presence. I am getting more glances than I used to, but no one has seemed to be aware of who I am. I am assuming they are just not used to getting newcomers.

I can handle that. This already feels like a fresh start. And maybe with time I can stop seeing beautiful silhouettes in the dark every time I close my eyes.

Maybe I was hallucinating when I saw that breathtaking figure with glowing eyes. But that is the thing that remained embedded in my mind most. The incredibly perfect curves of it's lean yet very muscular body. No magazine cover model has ever looked like that.

I still want to forget it. Otherwise I will never have a peaceful night.

"Is that a new student?"

I hear someone ask as I walk past a group of girls in the hallway all in fancy short dresses and layers of makeup. No doubt they are the popular girls, the last people I want to notice me.

"Yeah. Lindsey would probably like her to join our group. What do you think?" Another suggests.

"No. She is dressed worse than Lana Gibsons. She probably forgot her nerd glasses in her mother's car. No one wants to be friends with a geek." Someone else answers.

I walk faster, not wishing to hear anymore of their snide comments. Apparently they don't have to recognise me in order to be rude. That however would not worry me since they will soon forget that I exist once I stop being the new student.

I keep a fast pace and my eyes straight ahead as I try to get past the overly crowded hallway and away from the many curious eyes.

"Looks like we got a pretty newcomer." Someone says as I match past a long line of what I am assuming to be members of football team because of their muscular bodies.

No stranger has ever refered to me as beautiful or attractive before. My eyes instinctively turn to see who it was that so confidently defined me as pretty.

I look at the group but I got more than five of them looking back at me. I can't tell who spoke.

I look ahead again and keep walking. Unaware that my shoe laces have become loose. I try to take another step forward, but I had already stepped on the loose shoe laces and realise a bit too late that my other leg can't move.

I stumble forward, try to catch myself but there is nothing I can hold on to. So I put my hands in front of me to protect my head or chest from hitting the ground first.

My eyes close tightly as I brace myself for the inevitable pain. It however doesn't come as I feel a strong hand go around my waist and catch me midway down the fall.

My eyes fly open, curious to see who wasted their time saving me. Then I gape in shock at what greets my eyes.

An insanely gorgeous man stares down at me with a pair of dazzling blue eyes that are a bit too intense to be human. His gaze makes some parts of my female body throb involuntarily. Yet the eyes are not the most outstanding features of his unique physique.

His face symmetry is eerily perfect. A thing that makes my curious eyes travel downwards to see if the rest of him is just as angelically beautiful.

His leather jacket hugs his broad shoulders well. The front is open so one can clearly see the ripped abbs through the thin fabric of his white shirt that adorn his lean waist.

My saviour is stunning, but why the f**k does his flawless features look familiar? Like something or someone I have seen before.

Just when I had thought he couldn't get more impressive, he speaks and my whole body twitches.

"Aren't you being a little clumsy on your first day, Amelia Leeway?"

His voice is mesmerizing, enchanting actually. Every word he uttered sounded like a lyric to a song that only his voice can sing.

Wait, did he just say my name?! My body stiffens even as he pulls me to stand on my feet. A good number of students have stopped to stare at us, some with astounded faces and gaping mouths.

A name alone would not make them realise who I am. But what if the hunk in front of me knows more than my name?

"You . . . know me?" I stutter, avoiding to look up at his face again because it's hard not to stare at. I don't want people getting the wrong idea of the kind of person I am.

But I can somehow feel his gaze on me, watching every reaction intently.

"I know a lot of things." He says and my panic starts to surge. "No need to be scared though, I am good at keeping secrets." He says and I can't help but look up at his face with baffled eyes. His soft lips curl to form a smirk when our eyes meet.

I feel entranced for a moment. But it suddenly ends like it has been switched off when he breaks eye contact and looks down at my feet.

"Your shoe laces are loose." He states before squatting and taking hold of the loose laces. He begins to carefully tie them and I am too astounded to think of how I should react.

I look around to see that the students watching us are just as stunned. Until a tall beauty with a figure of a model pushes through the crowd and they all smile in what looks like anticipation.

The girl appears to be seething as she takes long strides towards us. She is walking quite well on a pair of way-too-tall heels and the tightest of leather skirts.

"Nate what on earth do you think you're doing?!" She literally screams the question as she comes to a halt behind the hunk that is still busy tying my shoe laces. She appears disgusted.

Yet the man she was addressing carries on to properly tie the laces of my other shoe without looking back at her or replying to her question.

The girl glowers at me with eyes full of hate as if warning me that there is a certain line I have closed and that she is pissed. Could the hottie be her boyfriend? Most probably, because I don't see him dating anything less attractive.

Guess I already made enemies within minutes of being here. And it's with the most beautiful and melodramatic girl of the school.

The man in front of me gently tags on each of the laces to make sure they are not too tight after being done with the tying. He stands back to his feet just as the group of rude girls I passed by earlier comes to stand with the beauty he was ignoring. Hopefully she is not the leader of the group because that would mean that I have made more than one enemy.

"What's going on Lindsey?" One of the girls asks, looking concerned. Or rather pretending to be.

"He was tying her cheap shoes! Like she can't do it herself." The seething girl answers, making her crowns sneer to express their disgust.

The man acts like they are not there as he once again smiles at me. "See you around Lee."

Lee? No one calls me that.

I don't get to reply as the girl behind him once again shrieks loud enough for the whole school to hear.

"You know her?!" She glares at him. "Answer me! Who the f**k is she?"

"None of your business." He states in a very calm yet resolute voice.

The girl's mouth falls open. Her friends gasp in shock.

There is no way this is going to end well. Especially for me, the person that doesn't even know what is going on.

I rush past all of them and the crowd of spectators that had formed. My first class should not be too far away. I keep walking even as I feel over a dozen eyes following me.

I sigh in relief when I turn a corner and see my destination right ahead.