The Popular Boys Have a Secret

First lesson

AMELIA'S POV

Having half of the people in my first class watching me like I am a puzzle they wish to solve wasn't at all part of my plan. Guess having that hunk tie my shoes makes me special somehow.

I wonder who he is. Because everyone halted to watch us with interest from the moment he caught me from falling. He can't just be the school hotest boy, there must be something else that is making everyone look at me like I had my shoes tied by a cute alien.

I got no friends to answer my questions though. And the last thing I want is to ask the people around me and have them conclude that I am interested in the man.

He is beyond the status of attractive, but I am more interested in how he knows me. Can I really trust him to keep whatever he knows secret?

All the effort I have put in starting a new would be wasted if he would fail to keep quiet. He isn't in this class so I am kind of glad that there isn't an insanely gorgeous being close that is tempting my eyes to look at his face.

I feel grateful when the teacher walks in and starts the lesson without asking me to introduce myself to the rest of the class. He doesn't seem to even be aware there is a new face in the room. He seems totally focused on teaching the syllabus, which I highly appreciate.

I sit quiet through the lesson but I can barely concentrate on what he is teaching. Getting rid of that man's face from my head has proved impossible.

I am still lucky since I am about two topics ahead of them so I am not missing out on anything too important.

Something about the man's perfect features seemed familiar. He seemed more fit than any human yet I feel like I should know who he is.

I keep my eyes on the teacher in front even if my mind is elsewhere. I sigh in relief when the lesson is finally over and the nerdy teacher leaves. But I have got seven more lessons to attend before the day ends.

I walk into my next class and people stare at me just like in my first class. Can't wait for them to forget what happened earlier. Why is it becoming so difficult to get rid of attention when it was the easiest thing to do a month ago? In fact I never got attention at all.

I would have liked to sit at the back but those seats are occupied. I choose a seat not too far from the front seats but next to a window. The seats surrounding it are also unoccupied.

I take the seat and immediately start feeling good alone. Then one of the ripped guys I met earlier walks in, looks around and makes his way to the seat beside me.

I avoid looking at him as I don't want to get in trouble with another girl, sports guys are rarely single.

"Hello beautiful, having a hard time making friends?" He asks and I immediately recognise his voice. It's the same one that called me "pretty" earlier today and I ended up tripping over my shoe laces while trying to find out who it was.

I have never had a guy choose to sit beside me before when there are empty seats elsewhere.

"I kind of prefer to be alone. People are rarely nice." I reply.

"Don't let Lindsey bully you into avoiding people, she is just selfish and stupid. Which is very typical of a cheerleader."

So she is a cheerleader just like I had guessed. That means she got a huge group of friends that will also be against me. Better not do anything that will make her feel like we are competing for anything. That means I stay away from her hot boyfriend.

"The man that caught me from falling is her boyfriend?" I ask the man seated next to me.

"Nate Rowan?" He asks.

"Is that his name?"

"Yes. I thought you knew each other since he . . ."

"Tied my shoe laces? No. I have never seen him before." I answer and my friend raises an eyebrow.

The classroom door swings open again and the man we were having a conversation about steps in, the group of fancily dressed girls all around him. Lindsey stays closest to him while the others look like bodyguards around them.

"Speak of the devil." My friend mutters. "She claims he is her boyfriend, but I have never seen him act like he is interested in her."

"She seemed like she would kill to protect him" I whisper since the group is getting close to us. The man's relaxed walk is surprisingly more attractive than the girls swaying their hips.

"Yeah, she would actually kill to keep him." He whispers back.

"I thought you said I shouldn't be afraid of her?"

"No, I said you shouldn't let her force you to stay alone." He corrects but I still think he is exaggerating. Killing for love only happens in fiction stories and telenovelas. Real people kill for money and power. I doubt the hunk has got that too.

The girls shoot me glares as they walk past us. Then turn with gaping mouths when the man they were escorting makes an unexpected turn and takes the seat behind mine.

My body immediately tense. The girls halt and cast him confused stares.

"What the hell Nate? You're sitting at the front now?" The girlfriend appears angry already as she questions. I do my best to keep my eyes focussed ahead so I don't look at either of them.

"Yeah, I would like a change of ambience." I hear his lovely voice answer.

"Change of ambience? What about sitting with us?" The girl asks.

"I am a lot more comfortable here." He responds, sounding totally uninterested in whatever she has to say.

"Okay, I will sit with you." She says and takes the seat next to him. My body stiffens. Guess this is going to be the longest lesson I have ever had.

I kind of want to look back at him. But doing it will cause trouble. I open the books I had set ready for the lesson and try to find something to focus on.

"Why did you choose to come here, Amelia?" I hear him ask and my heart beat immediately picks up speed.