The Hybrid Demon-Wolf

7. Ian

CHAPTER SEVEN

First period had no drama and that made me feel a little bit better but by the time French class rolled over, I was growing a bit restless. I had not laid my eyes on any of the three friends that clearly could not stand me, well, except for Chase, since morning and I should be happy and a part of me actually was. At least I did not have to deal with them but why was the other part of me so worried about them? In each lesson I shared with any of them, I kept glancing at their seats and secretly watching out on the hallways but I didn’t see any of them. How easy was it to ditch classes over here?

Leon had gone off ahead of me to French class and so I was now walking on my own, my thoughts astray. Something about this town didn’t sit well with me and that had been bothering me since yesterday night. Every bone in me was screaming for me to go as far away as possible from here. Strange, isn’t it? I had not been watching where I was going until I ran smack into someone, my glasses falling off my eyes and on to the ground, cracking. For Pitt’s sake! Not this now.

“I’m so sorry,” A very deep, masculine voice smoothed its way inside my ears but my gaze was zeroed on my broken glasses, realizing that the one thing that actually made me feel invisible was actually gone.

“It’s okay,” I answered, crouching down without even taking a minute to glimpse at who I had run into.

He crouched down too, grabbing the glasses a second before I did and incidentally, our hands grazed. That was definitely a spark running through my body and this time, my gaze shot up, meeting striking green eyes, pasted on the most good-looking face I’d ever laid my eyes on. His blonde hair was styled to perfection, a pleasant grin dancing on his face.  My lips parted in surprise as I kept staring at him. Sure, I had seen plenty of models online and probably stalked a few, but this hunk right here was an epitome of good looks. How on earth was he even real?

“Here I was, calculating how much money it’s going to take me to get you new glasses but you seem like you can see pretty much fine,” the guy smirked, dimples appearing on both his cheeks. Now, it was no secret that I was a sucker for dimples and that face was just a grand prize on top.

“Hi, I’m Ian,” he stretched his palm. Ian? This was the Ian Peggy had mention to be so good looking? Well, she was not wrong about him at all. He could be the WoodCave Adonis.

I shook his palm, the butterflies in my tummy going wild,” Hi. I’m-“

“Faith Bishop. I’ve heard about you,” then he leaned to whisper in my ear,” And you don’t need glasses. You are still very beautiful without them,”

“T-thank you and it was nice to meet you Ian,” I was pretty sure my face was flushed as I detached my hand, turning to walk away, only to realize, I was standing at the front of my French class with everyone gaping at me. When did I even get inside my class?

Oh no! There goes my ticket of invisibility. Choosing to ignore the rest of the class that was now reduced to murmurs, I joined Leon.

“I can’t believe everybody saw my mouth gaping so openly at Ian,” I whispered.

“Yeah, I know. A second longer and you’d have been drooling over him like more than half the girls in school. I still don’t get why girls drool over him so much. I mean, I can bet I‘m way hotter than him,” he frowned.

I gazed at him, assessing his dirty blonde hair, down to his gray eyes and there was no doubt he was very good-looking. Not to mention his build was quiet drool worthy but to me he’d always be the fantasy obsessed guy, ready to gush over the next Sarah J. Maas novel to his friends. He could make it as a model if he chose.

“You are good looking,” I smiled in encouragement even though it was pretty obvious why girls would be drooling over Ian. He was basically a guy candy and not that he’d even notice me, but I would not mind glancing at him in secret once in a while. Especially knowing he’d be sharing a French class with me, it didn’t sound so creepy. I mean, I was just looking. You can’t stop the eyes from admiring, now can you?

“I know, right? One more month in the gym and they’d forget all about Mr. Rich popular guy here,” he muttered, the frown not dissipating from his face.

“Hold on to that thought,” I was barely concentrating as my gaze got sidetracked by Ian’s smile. It was captivating and probably the most beautiful thing that I’d seen in quite a while. Everything about him was mesmerizing me and the flutter inside my tummy was testimony to that.

Wait, why was I obsessing over Ian? Popular, good-looking boys were not my type. They were the kind that you’d only drool over in secret but never dare come close. Not that they’d even notice I exist. The moment Miss. Vasquez walked in, my attention quickly switched. We were midway through the class when the door flung open and Lucian stood at the door way, his expression contorted into a grim expression. I really hated the danger vibes I felt every time he was around. The familiar chilled goosebumps raced over every inch of my skin as I swallowed down in fear.

“Mr. Black, fancy of you to be joining us. I didn’t even know you took French,” Miss Vasquez said, clearly not happy with Lucian’s presence. That made the two of us.

“What is Lucian doing here?” I whispered-asked, looking at Leon who looked a bit pale.

“Maybe he decided to take French,” he half smiled to throw me off the loop or something. What was it that everyone was hell bent on hiding from me?

My attention reverted back to the front, meeting Lucian’s blue eyed gaze boring into mine. There was no life to the them. Just straight out taciturn and a few chills ran down my spine as impact. I had a feeling etched deep within me that whatever was going on in this town had something to do with the utter hatred Alec and Lucian showed me so openly and yet, no one had dared said a word to me.

“I switched classes and I would love to sit next to Miss Bishop, if you don’t mind,” Wait, what?

“Of course. Mr. Guzman, please move to the back and there is no room for argument,” Mrs. Vasquez said with a tone of finality. Wait, double what?

A defeated look crossed Leon’s features as he picked up his books, walking to the empty seat at the back after mouthing a sorry to me.  How was a sorry going to make up for letting the guy who hated me venomously sit next to me for an entire class? As Lucian slowly sat where Leon used to, I could feel the trouble. He barely looked at me but then I felt someone else’s gaze boring deep on my back. Instinctively, I turned around, meeting Ian’s gaze and he was grinding his jaw. He was not looking at me like I had initially thought. Instead, he was glaring at Lucian’s back.