Chapter 2

There was a sudden pin drop silence in the class. The previously noisy students stood up quietly and obediently as they greeted their class teacher. Ms. Moore nodded in response of their greetings and leaned on the door.

"Why was the class noisy before my entrance into the class?", Ms. Moore asked. Her voice was very calm and pleasing to the ear but to the students it sounded like a devil's call. To every student, Ms. Moore was extremely strict when in a bad mood and was jovial when in a good mood.

"We are sorry, Ma", the class chorused an apology. Ms. Moore walked up to the platform and said, "Class, today, a new member is joining our class. Let's welcome her".

The door opened and Kira entered the class.

"Introduce yourself", Ms. Moore said.

"I am Kira Logan''.

The students were abnormally silent. Normally, if a new student was to be admitted into their class, there would be cheers and boos and whispers and murmurs. Once again, the shy Kira was been stared at. Looks of admiration, envy and jealousy landed on her.

''She is beautiful", the voice of the male class prefect broke the silence. The rest of the boys nodded as though they had reached a tactic understanding. The jealousy of few girls intensified as they glared at Kira. They viewed her as a bi*ch who brainwashed their crush, one of the school hunks with her beauty.

"Is she not welcomed?"The class teacher spoke.

"She is welcomed", the students chorused loudly, mostly boys.

Ms. Moore smiled and pointed at a desk at the back of the class. "Can you see from the back?"

"Yes, Ma"

"Okay, sit there. Close to the window".

On hearing the seating arrangement, the boys booed while the girls glared at Kira. That was the seat of the another handsome but cold hunk who was at that moment absent.

"Enough! Bring out your French notebooks and dictionaries".

At Ms. Moore's instructions, the students became serious.

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It was break time and some of the students were in the cafeteria. Kira sat by her seat and was happily reminiscing the taste of the delicious food she had brought from home. Just as she was drinking water, a group of arrogant looking girls walked into the class. They moved straight to Kira's desk.

"Hey, newbie. Stand up from this seat", the one who resembled the leader of the group said.

Carefully putting away her water bottle, Kira gave a careless glance at the girl who had just spoken.

"Why?" Her calm voice sounded.

"Because I, Sara Salvatore wants to sit here. You are not qualified to be a seat mate of Mu Bowen". Mu Bowen was Kira's absent seat mate.

"Oh!", was all Kira muttered. She found the so called Sara highly unreasonable and senseless.

"I am talking to you, bi*ch!". Sara was so angry that she shouted and hit the table. The ruckus had attracted students to look into the class in order to watch the drama. They also wanted to see the newbie's response.

"Who is the bitch referring to?" Kira's calm voice sounded again. Sara was furious. She hated this brat's calmness.

"The bitch is referring to you!", she retorted.

"It's good you know your name", Kira nodded as she spoke. On hearing Kira's comment, the audience bursted into laughter. Sara was angry that wagged her finger repeatedly before Kira.

What Kira hated most was wagging fingers. With a smile on her lips, she gripped Sara's finger.

"I hate wagging fingers".

Sara felt that the pain on her finger was so unbearable. Just as she was about the scream, the bell rang and a teacher entered the class. Bearing the pain and the laughter of her fellow classmates, she walked fast to her seat with her lackeys. She didn't feel to be punished by the ever strict English teacher.

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The final bell for the day rang, indicating that the classes were over for the day. Kira quietly carried her back pack and left the school. She didn't actually like her first day in a new school.

Just as she reached the gate, she saw the familiar looking blue SUV. With a pout, she walked faster but elegantly to the car. She was ready to complain like a child, telling her mother how the day went.

Opening the door of the passenger's seat, she got into the vehicle.

"Mom...."

She became silent as she stared at the person beside her on the driver's seat.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my mom's car?"

"Your mom's car? Are you sure?" The person lifted a brow as he asked. Inwardly, he felt like scolded this little girl. How can she be careless?

"Where is my mother?" Kira asked instead. She looked around the interior of the car and felt it was the same as her mother's car. Even the phone on the phone stand was similar to her mother's.

"Kira Logan. Didn't your mom tell you not to enter a stranger's car?", the person asked. His voice was tinted with care and gentleness.

Damnit! Kira swore inwardly. This was her MOTHER'S car!!

"Who are you? Why do you know my name?"

"I am ...."