The Beast's Angel

Jane's POV

"Jane! Go put on a jacket!" My mother yelled as soon as I entered the kitchen.

I looked at my outfit again. I was wearing black skinny jeans, a white, loose shirt that reached just below my butt, and my black and white converse. The shirt's sleeves only reached my shoulders, leaving both my arms bare.

"But mom, I-" I didn't get to finishing my whining as her voice cut me off.

"No but Jane. You catch colds easily, plus, it's not like we're in the middle of summer." She scolded. As much as she was right, I still didn't want to acknowledge it. Ever since I was young I would get sick easily. That's why my parents are always cautious about what I wear or when I go out, and as much as it pisses me off, I still know that they do it out of love and care.

"Come on Jane. It's your first day at this school. You don't want to run late do you?" She asked raising one of her eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes at her but said nothing as I turned around and made my way to my bedroom. Our new house was only one story high. No basement, no roof, no second floor, only one floor. My parents and I don't mind though. It was only the three of us and living in a big house wasn't necessary.

I opened my closet and pulled out a black, full-sleeved cardigan. I wore it and made my way out.

My mom rolled her eyes at me. She hoped I would wear a thicker jacket but since I did put something on, she just ignored it.

I sat on my seat in front of our kitchen table and starting munching down on my pancakes, moaning lightly at its taste.

I finished my breakfast, took my lunch bad a juice box from the fridge and placing them in my bag, before waving my mom goodbye and leaving the house. Too bad my father was still asleep so I couldn't see him before leaving.

I stepped outside my house and was greeted with the cool autumn air. I took in a deep breath and started my walk to school. My new school was only ten minutes away so a ride wasn't needed.

I placed my headphones in my ears and started walking. Ten minutes later, I was standing in front of the school. I was about to step inside when I was suddenly yanked to the side. The sudden action surprised and confused me at the same time, but I then realized that my life was actually saved from a speeding car that just passed past me.

I breathed in heavily trying to process what just happened. I traced the hand that was holding my upper arm to be met with a pair of warm chocolate brown eyes staring right back at me. The boy had deep brown hair that almost reached his shoulders, with shorter strands at the front falling onto his eyes and covering almost all of his forehead. He was wearing black jeans, a white v-neck shirt, and a black leather jacket on top. His muscles were very prominent, I thought his shirt will rip out any second. He also had some black converse on. Our clothes matched.

I was about to thank him for saving my life but he suddenly let go of my arm abruptly, turned around, and entered through the school gates. I just stood there in shock at his actions. I shrugged it off and entered the school.

I made my way to the main office to be greeted by a lady that looked in her forties. She handed me my schedule, locker combination, and school map with a smile spreading across her face.

I gave her a small smile and started making my way to my first class. Looking at the schedule, I found out that I had history first period, and only God knows how much I hate it.

Making a face, I started walking down the hallway to history. The school map helped and I didn't take long to reach there.

All eyes were on me as I opened the door and stepped inside the class. Even the teacher had his gaze snapped towards me. I felt uneasy under their weird gazes.

"You must be Jane Adams right?" The teacher asked to which I just nodded.

"I'm Mr. Gressingham, your history teacher. Please take a seat." He said, gesturing for me to take the empty seat at the back.

As I made my way to my chair, I noticed the mystery guy sitting at the desk in front of me. He didn't spare me a glance as he continued sketching some drawing in his notebook.

I sat down as Mr. Gressingham started teaching. However, my attention wasn't on the class being taught, but all that had my attention was the guy in front of me. I realized that he was sitting straight, his back not touching the back of his chair, and what surprised me more where the low moans of pain that I would hear every now and then. If he's uncomfortable in this positing, why not just lean his back and sit comfortably?

When the bell rang signaling the end of the class, I thought I'd try approaching the guy again to thank him, but he was way faster than me and fled the class like he was being chased by a lion.

I sighed deeply and left the class myself. I made my way to my locker. I realized that a girl was standing I front of the locker adjacent to mine, fumbling with whatever she had inside.

I opened my locker and placed my bag inside, seeing that I didn't get the chance to place it in the morning. I took a small notepad for my notes and was about to head to English class when I was stopped midway by someone calling me.

I turned around to see that it was the girl calling me. She had dirty blonde hair that reached her shoulders and bright green eyes.

She was wearing a dark green skirt that reached her middle thigh, a hot pink shirt, and a small full-sleeved jacket on top. It was the same green color as the skirt. She was wearing white ankle boots and long, light green socks that reached her middle calf.

"You're new here right?" She asked me and I nodded. She smiled brightly at me.

"I'm Sarah Harding." She said, extending her arm for a handshake.

"I'm Jane Adams." I replied back, responding to her arm.

"What class do you have now?" She asked excitedly.

"Uhmm... English, I believe."

Her face suddenly lit up at my answer.

"OMG! Me too." She said enthusiastically. "Let's go together." She looped her arm in mine and started skipping happily to class. I smiled down at her.

We both made our way to English class and sat next to each other. I noticed the mystery guy sitting at the far end corner, his back still not touching anything. He was leaning on the wall next to him, his arms folded across his chest and his eyes shut.

"So, where did you come from?" Sarah's question snapped me out of my daze and made me turn to look at her.

"Uhmm... N-new York." I replied back. She gasped at my answer.

"New York? Then what made you come here?" She asked in a confused tone.

"My father's company had to send people to work at their new branch here until they recruit new ones and my father was one of the unlucky to move." I explained.

"Oh." Was all her reply.

"Hey Sarah." I asked.

"Hmm."

"Who's he?" I asked her, pointing my index finger towards the mystery guy. She gasped loudly, making me look at her in surprise.

"Don't you ever, ever go near him. Luca Hemington is so dangerous and has a lot of anger issues. He doesn't give a damn about beating anyone to the pulp, whether it was a boy or a girl." She leaned in closer to me and whispered. "You know, rumors has it that he actually killed someone before bit because his family is loaded, they were able to easily bail him out." She went back to her original position. "So you have to be careful around him. He's an inhumane beast."