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Chapter2

#Chapter2

/"Hey, are you okay?/" a kind voice brings me back to reality. I tear my eyes away from where the mysterious man left and look at the person speaking to me. He has short brown hair and is quite tall, but still shorter than the guy I just fought with. His brown eyes look a bit worried but they seem nice.

/"Yes, I just dozed off a bit./" I reply.

He smiles at me and nods. /"I know the feeling yeah, it happens to me a lot./"

I smile back at him and outstretch my hand. /"I'm Sophia, I'm new here./"

He takes my hand and shakes it a little. /"Right, I've never seen you here before so I guess that makes sense. I'm Liam./"

I qucikly grab on the opportunity of making a new friend. /"Hey, do you happen to know where English is? I already missed Math and I don't want to be late./"

/"Yeah, sure. I have English now, too so you can just come with me./" he says and I grin at him. /"Okay./"

***

English turns out to be great, I sit next to Liam and throughout class we make jokes about the teacher. Beyond happy that I found someone to hang out with already on the first day, I walk with him to the cafeteria after the class to have lunch together. »So how do you usually spend lunch here?« I ask him casually when I see his cheek grow slightly pink. »Um, I just eat. Nothing special.« he answers. »Yeah, but with who?«

He shrugs. »Alone, usually.« I frown. »What? Why?« It seems odd to me that he doesn't have any friends. Hopefully, he's not a creep or a weirdo and that's why everyone's avoiding him.

It seems unlikely, though. His personality is just too warm for him to be unaccepted in society.

For a moment, his eyes glance in the direction of my only other aquaintance in this school.

/"Oh you gotta be kidding me!/" I whisper to myself and Liam gives me a weird look. Of course he's pointing in the dick's direction.

/"Do you know him?/" Liam asks me and I roll my eyes.

/"I met him in the hallway today. Well, actually crashed into him and he got all pissed off and stuff. He's a complete ass./" I tell him, huffing. Liam smiles at me, but when I look at him across the diner, he's intensely staring at me, almost as if he heard me.

I roll my eyes again, just to see if that would get a reaction from him and I almost miss it, but he clenches his yaw so hard I think his teeth might fall out. They don't, though and I pout to myself. It would be nice to see how his ego would have shrunk if he lost all his teeth.

/"Well, that guy right there is the reason for my social status./" Liam brings me back again. /"We got off on the wrong foot in the Freshman year and he bullied all my friends until nobody wanted to hang out with me again./" he tells me and my disgust for the guy grows even more.

/"That's horrible./" I say and look at Liam. /"Well, don't worry about it, okay? I'm gonna keep hanging out with you no matter what the douche-bag thinks or does./" I smile at him and he smiles back.

/"Thanks./"

The lunch break was over though and we had to return to classes, in my case Biology. As I walk towards the classroom I dont think much about how this class is going to go, but as soon as I step into it, it turns into my worst nightmare.

There are 19 people in it; and 10 tables for 2. Only one person doesn't have a partner and in that moment, I would rather sit down next to the Devil himself, than next to him. But then again, I should have known they're basically the same person anyway. As soon as he sees me he groans and looks out the window. Unsure of what to do, I stand in the middle of the classroom for a couple of second before the teacher notices me.

/"Hello, miss...?/" the he says and I look at him.

/"Watson./" I reply.

/"Well, miss Watson, please take a sit next to mister Jarvis there. We are about to begin./" So his surname was Jarvis. Cute.

I nod and head to the desk, but even before I make it there, the Devil speaks up. /"There's absolutely no fucking way I'm sitting next to this bitch./"

I gasp and expect the class to do the same, but nobody seems shocked at all; even more, half of them seem like they're about to fall asleep any second now. Professor, however, looks up at the asshole.

/"What did you say, young man?/" he asks.

/"I said/" he begins again,/"that there's no fucking way that I'll sit, much less work with miss Watson, because she is a fucking bitch./" he repeats, saying miss Watson mockingly, but with his entire body giving off a bored vibe. The teacher looks slightly mad, but I'm not, not really. I must admit that I am slightly hurt, though.

/"What do you have to say to that, miss?/" the teacher asks me.

I purse my lips and reply:/"In that case, I'd also rather not work with the egoistic dick sitting behind this desk./" I must be honest when speaking to the teacher, right?

This time the poor old mad has had enough.

/"Both of you! To the principal's office immediately!/" he yells, pointing his finger to the door.

I scoff and leave the classroom, quickly walking to the principal's office in rage, when someone suddenly yanks me back by my arm. /"Ow! That hurt!/"

/"You fucking bitch!/" the Devil yells at me. /"Look what you did! If I get another warning I can get expelled! If you even know what that means, you stupid-/" he yells at me but I interrupt him, slapping him hard across his face.

His head turns to the left, a look of pain on his face. /"Who the fuck do you think you are to yell at me? It was your fault as well! If you didn't call me names we wouldn't be here in this mess, so don't even try to put the blame on me! Again!/" I scream in his face. I have had enough with him acting like he is a God or something. He slowly turns to look at me, his eyes the complete opposite of that they looked like this morning. The expression on his face chills me to the bone, making me gulp.

He stares at me for a few seconds, then roughly pushes me against the wall and comes so close to me, I honestly think he might kiss me. Instead, he brings his mouth to my ear, lightly brushing against the skin on my cheek, and whispers:/"Don't ever hit me again sweetheart, or I will fucking destroy you./" He removes his mouth from my ear, so that he can look at me. I didn't realize it before, but he's holding my hands up against the wall, so that I can barely move. He makes eye contact with me and keeps on pressing me like that to the wall, his hands cold like his soul and it at that second in time it seems to me like I'll never need to breathe again.