4. Matilda. Come in me.

After introducing himself the principal who was watching him talk the whole time with a silly smile on his face clapped again.

He was then asked by the teacher to pick a sit like he had any to chose from. He gazed at the class and then he took the sit in front of me as it was the only available sit. Even though i feared he would i knew it was inevitable. It didn't matter if i was scared of it, the universe had already planned it and my fear for it won't change it.

Each student had one seat and the sit in front of me was the only vacant one. It's occupant had died from an accident still questioned. My beloved friend.

Immediately he sat down i pushed myself up making sure my back was rested on the seat then I exhaled deeply. His back looked so firm for a boy my age, even his muscles were....

I looked away from him and swallowed hard, allowing myself to be distracted by him was not something i wanted to happen. I looked up while twisting my pen in between my first fingers.

The principal talked to the teacher some more before he walked away. They both looked like they were talking about the end of the world and how to stop it.

The principal was obviously just giving her instructions that will according to him be beneficial for the school but the smart ones knew that he didn't really give a fuck about the school. He cared only about himself and his rather robust reputation.

The class was shortened thanks to him and by the time she wanted to explain the plot of the novel we were reading the bell was rung and it was time to go for a break. Well we were all happy in some way though, who doesn't like a free class?

I stood up immediately the bell rung in fact my teacher was still arranging her bag when i stood up. I definitely would wait for her to leave but i wanted to be standing when she leaves so i could follow immediately before anyone notices.

I slung my bag across my back while

I struggled to carry the big biology text book on my desk. Remind me never to bring this out again I whined to myself. Immediately the teacher left i was finally able to carry the book maybe because i was so eager to leave. What did they say about passion?

"I could help you with it you know all you have to do is ask. Besides you look like you would break should you carry it." I heard a deep bass voice say. His words were flawless.

He spoke just like Julian they both articulated each word. Each word was pronounced to it's last alphabet. It was admirable. I didn't look up because i knew he would be standing in front of me and i didn't want our eyes to meet. For some weird reasons i was so scared of his presence.

"The fact that I am thin. No slim," I corrected, "Doesn't make me weak I can very well carry my text  book which I carried here myself_ in the first place." I said stopping to stare at him. "Besides i didn't ask for your help did I?"

I knew I was being rude but I was already panicking and that was the only way to stop myself from stuttering. I was so close to blabbing even i was so sure if i stayed anymore i would end up embarrassing myself.

His uniform of all white fit him perfectly. His six piece suit was flawlessly ironed and his hair neatly combed. He looked like he paid enough attention to his appearance and indeed he did.

Of course he did. He was the governors son after all. He looked like the typical vain bad boy.

He chuckled. "You don't have to be all defensive you know. I didn't call you weak did I? I just wanted to help. I would describe you as anything but weak. There is a fire I see in your eyes. The type of fire that will keep your enemy warm at night and by morning set them ablaze." He replied making me look up at him.

I felt flattered.

His chocolate eyes roamed my body in the most Intimate way, I felt invaded. I swallowed hard again feeling as goosebumps started to decorate my skin.

I cleared my throat and tried my best to meet his stare with equal grace. His hands were in his pocket and there was a tattoo on the side of his palm that I couldn't make out.