DESIRE

CHAPTER THREE

THEODORE COHEN

I observed her carefully as she strode away from me. All I wanted was to grip her by the hand and pull her close. I wanted to call her name, so I could see the startled look on her face, as she realised, I knew her name without her informing me, but I didn't.

I knew where she was going. I had made certain to have all her classes, so no one would touch, look or talk to her. No one could, but me. I was very possessive of what's mine, and everybody would quickly understand if they didn't already.

I wandered down the hallway, following Winter's footsteps. I could still sense her presence around me as I kept wandering. I could still smell her sweet, pure scent which lingered in my nostrils. My footsteps were the only thing left to be heard, but if I listened intently enough. I could hear every voice, every breath, every sound.

I proceeded to listen closely, and then I found it. Winter's voice. It was like an angel, like a violin playing on a loop which I could listen to for hours. I reached outside of the classroom; I progressed to listen closely.

"You're lucky that you didn't get detention." My brows furrowed, yet I continued to listen.

"Yeah..." A lovely angelic voice breathed "Maybe it's because I'm new." I stopped listening, and open the door. Everyone, but Winter turned to stare at me. My eyes hardened; I knew she could sense my stare because she eventually glanced up at me.

Her face and brows showed pure confusion to why I was here. I smirked mentally. The whispers started shortly after I entered. I kept my face expressionless and shielded my eyes behind my sunglasses, and my lips were in a very thin line.

"Mr Cohen, why are you late?" I didn't flinch, react or even acknowledge our teacher. I kept my eyes on Winter. She, however, darted between me and Mr Hendrix. To be honest, she was adorable. I almost smiled. Almost.

"Theo Cohen!" Mr Hendrix's voice shouted all over the tiny classroom. I turned around carelessly. The murmurs were becoming louder now, but I didn't pay attention to it.

"Sir," I replied, nodding at him. Mr Hendrix was staring sharply at me. The steam could practically be seen from his ears. His face was as flaming red, just like the blood I drank yesterday.

"Detention!" He shouted making my eyes narrow into two splits. Of course, he couldn't see "And take those bloody sunglasses off!" I didn't move an inch. I felt my anger burning inside me, but I knew better than to lose my temper in a public place.

I stalked towards Mr Hendrix dangerously passive. His eyes enlarged by my actions but soon kept his face in a sour expression. My footsteps could be heard against the floor. Everyone was silent. I could hear Mr Hendrix's heart rhythm, but the beating was irregular. I smirked at him and slowly took off my sunglasses, making sure no one besides Mr Hendrix saw my eyes.

I heard a few gasps from around the room but I ignored. I stood right in front of Mr Hendrix, and said: "Could you please repeat what you said, sir?" My voice moved from friendly to full of irritation.

He looked me in the eye for a few moments, remaining totally still "Please take a seat, Mr Cohen."

WINTER BRAY

I watched the scene before my eyes. He stepped through the door. Him, the guy with the black sunglasses. The one who helped me just ten minutes ago. Was he really in this class? Who was he? And how did he have so much influence over the teacher? The whole situation filled me with questions.

The whole classroom was silent, everyone stared as Theo Cohen, as his name was, strolled casually down to the back of the classroom. I couldn't help but let my eyes follow him. He was mysterious, and I could see some of the students appeared a little anxious.

"Alright, class! Listen up!" Everyone's head, including mine, snapped toward Mr Hendrix. He sounded like nothing happened just five minutes ago. My brows furrowed in interest and confusion, but I didn't think much more of it as Mr Hendrix spoke about a new assignment.

"You'll work in pairs of two. You must create a story together about a feeling, which I'll choose. The feeling must be connected to an experience which you've been through! The length of the story doesn't matter but be aware, the longer, detailed and passionate the story is, the more points you'll get!"

Everyone started whispering. Me? I felt panic, I just wished to work with Nadora. Mr Hendrix started organising the pairs, I sat getting more nervous by the minute. My palms were moist, and for a moment I even felt dizzy.

"Winter Bray and Altin Strix!" My head shot up. The lump in my throat wasn't disappearing, I just felt more uneasy. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I let out a squeal and spun around.

I was met by a boy smiling down at me. He had golden-blond hair and hazel eyes. Altin had freckles which made him look kind of cute. He was wearing a casual outfit. Black trousers, a cloudy blue hoodie, and a pair of black sneakers.

"Wow, no need to squeal," Altin said placing his hands up in defence while chuckling lightly. I blushed and glanced away, letting my short hair cover my face.

"Sorry..." I responded with a poor, awkward giggle. I sensed Altin sitting down in front of me, so I stared up at him.

"So, your name is Winter," Altin stated, following my every movement. I looked away, but he continued to study my features.

"So, your name is Altin." I shot back, smiling shyly. He let out a snicker and shook his head.

"I guess, it is." He suddenly stood up, and I feared if I made him mad. I observed him walk away. I felt bad about myself, but suddenly, he shifted back towards me. I looked at him in slight confusion and sadness.

"Come on, Snowball. We've got to get our feeling." Altin's voice was so bright and happy, I didn't think anybody could make him mad. He smirked at me, and I stood up. I blushed at the nickname because no one had ever called me something nice. It was always ugly names, which Howlan made certain were the only things people would recognise me as.

THEODORE COHEN

I watched as Altin made his way over to what's mine. It took all my inhuman strength to not break his neck and tear him limb from limb. My hands turned into fists, and I clenched them so hard, that they turned white. Rage filled my body when I heard the nickname... Snowball. How dare he call Winter nicknames? I had to make positive that I would be the only thing on her mind from now on.