The Popular Boys Have a Secret

Mr Rich And Perfect

AMELIA'S POV

Apparently the first girl to talk good to me happens to be the girl I heard Lindsey's friends make fun of how nerdy she is. They were wrong. The only nerdy thing about her are the glasses.

Her warm personality and the way she expresses herself without holding anything back makes her the best person to be around.

She may not be the friend to trust with a secret. But she is the kind of girl that can make a heavy situation seem light.

"You don't think he is kind of strange?" I ask.

She appears to be happily thinking about it for a few seconds. "He is mysterious and I like it. Men like him are more attractive when they have a million cool secrets waiting for you to find out about." She answers.

"What if they are not cool?" I argue.

"You sound like you have already seen something. What is it? Please tell me!" She inquires excitedly.

I am not even sure that my daze was caused by his humming. I could be the one with the problem. But why did his girlfriend ask him to stop? There was definitely something wrong with his sweet humming.

"He was humming a strange, very sweet tune while sitting behind me and I felt like I was being hypnotized." I tell Lana. She chuckles.

"Did he sound like he can sing? What was his voice like?" She asks, excitement shining in her eyes.

"Seriously? Did you not hear me say -"

"You felt spellbound, yeah. He definitely has the best of voices. Wish he can hum when I am close." She says and I sigh in frustration.

She just keeps making his weirdness sound good and charming but I guess she has never had a chance to be close to the guy and know that he is a freak.

"So his parents are super rich? Who are they?" I ask, thinking that knowing his family may help understand why he is so mysteriously abnormal.

"No one knows anything about his parents or family. But they must be multi millionaires or billionaires to afford the cars he drives." She answers.

It makes him sound even more weird. He is from a rich family that no one is yet to to find out who they are? What if there is a strange reason he is keeping it a secret?

The seats behind us become occupied and we have to quit the gossip and switch to safer subjects.

Lana tells me about the school, including detailed descriptions of what every teacher is like. She however pauses and smiles when the man I had run away from steps into the room.

He has a way of transforming the air inside a room into a dense, mysterious aura that makes everyone notice his presence. I quickly avert my gaze when he looks in my direction.

At least there is no unoccupied seat near us so I should feel safe. But I don't.

"He is coming this way." Lana says, makes my body instinctively stiffen.

I still refuse to look back at him until I inhale his lulling scent and know that he must be standing next to me.

A beautiful hand places a pen on the desk in front of me. "You left this behind in your haste to get away from me." He says in a voice devoid of emotion.

I look up at his tall frame and find his steel gaze fixed on me. As expected it makes my whole body tense. I look down again, feeling nervous enough to want to run.

"Uh . . . thank you." I stutter, picking up my pen that I didn't know was missing. My hands are visibly shaking.

"There is no reason for you to be afraid of me, Amelia." I hear him say.

Is it that obvious? Showing your enemy or a bully that you're scared of them is a bad idea. It gives them the confidence to t*****e you more.

"I . . .am not afraid of you." I lie.

"Really?" He chuckles, sounding skeptical.

"Yes." I affirm. I can sense his smirk even without looking up at his face.

He bends a little at the waist and rests both hands on my desk. His face is only inches above mine and his scent becomes even more intense.

"Do you really mean that, Amelia?"

"I mean every word." I manage to insist without stammering. His smirk broadens.

"Guess we will see." He mutters, a hint of challenge in his voice. It makes me shudder but I make sure that my face doesn't show it.

Can't he just forget that I exist? He has already killed my chances of remaining unnoticed here. Yet it doesn't look like he intends to leave me alone any time soon.

I sigh with relief when he walks past me and heads to the back of the class. My blood keeps rushing through my veins seconds after his presence beside me is gone.

"Well . . .he has really taken an interest in you. Isn't it thrilling to be chased by him?" Lana speaks and I feel like she is making fun of my predicament. This is more like being chased by a hot devil.

A teacher finally enters the room and we all make an effort of focusing our attention on him. He is a middle aged man with a moustache and a stern expression.

I hurry out of the class as soon as the lesson is over and my new friend follows.

According to my schedule we have a small break before the next lesson kicks off. We walk to the locker room together

while she gives me more information about the most popular girls of the school, who they are dating and how bitchy they are.

The break only lasts long enough for us to get what we need for the next lesson which is Physical Education. I dislike chemistry, but I hate PE the most.

It's the class that made me realize how much of a sociopath I am. I could not fit in any of the groups that I got paired with. And I was also useless in every game, making everyone that I was paired with lose.

I sigh with relief when the lesson starts and I realize that the female teacher isn't going to divide us into groups. She instead orders us to line up. She stands at the front and demonstrates some moves while we do our best to repeat them.

Lindsey and two of her friends are also in the room so I choose a line far from them.

The three take the front line but they keep glancing back at us and whispering among themselves for some weird reason. I do my best to ignore them and concentrate on replicating the teacher's moves. They turn out to be surprisingly easy to do. It's like my body have somehow become very flexible.

I end up feeling more relaxed after the lesson. It's clear that my body has changed a lot because physical exercise used to leave me tired and stressed.

"You mimicked those moves like some professional gymnastic. You work out a lot?" Lana asks as we walk back into a crammed locker room.

"I kind of felt strangely flexible back there. I don't work out." I answer.

"Your body looks too shapely for someone that doesn't work out." She compliments.

"Thanks." I say despite also questioning how I gained a good figure without working out.

She stops at her locker and I carry on to mine. The many eyes that keep turning to stare makes me feel uncomfortable while changing back to my jeans and T-shirt. I fold the pair of blue shorts I was wearing and put it back inside the locker.

I feel the air around me change, like there is someone with a dark, unpleasant aura standing close to me.

I close my locker and turn to leave, only to find out that I am surrounded by a team of Lindsey's mean puppets. Their Queen stands at the middle, her mean glare fixed on me.

I have never seen so much hate in someone's eyes. She looks ready to murder me.