It’s all part of the plan, because the more I see Aiden, the more I’m reminded of his monster nature and the harder I’ll hate him.
He shouldn’t have let me that close to him because now? Now, I’ll take everything I learnt and slam it back in his face.
Aiden doesn’t show weakness, but I already caught one.
I had to have my heartbroken to have this bit of information, but I’ll make great use of it.
My gaze strays around the classroom. It’s useless to search for him. If he were here, that damn awareness would’ve gripped me by the gut and my eyes would’ve automatically found his stormy ones.
I flop to a seat and take out my notebook. Knox walks into the classroom with a nonchalant swagger, headphones on.
It’s like he couldn’t care less whether he’s at school or not.
He smiles at me and winks at Kim. She waves back with a huge grin, momentarily distracted from eavesdropping on Ronan and Xander’s conversation.
Knox lets the headphones fall around his neck and speaks in a voice that calls for the entire class’s attention. “Hey everyone. I’m Knox Van Doren and I’m new here. Looking forward to seeing what Royal Elite is all about.”
Everyone gapes at him. He has an easy confidence for a transfer student, and I guess that makes my classmates mesmerised by him.
Everyone except for the three horsemen.
Cole doesn’t break eye contact from his history book.
Ronan continues arguing, but it’s one-sided. Xander isn’t listening to him or even pretending to.
He stares at Knox with contemplation that’s rare for him to show.
“I’ll show you around,” a girl shouts from the back of the class at Knox.
“Sorry, love. I already have my guide.” He grins at me again.
Another girl offers to give him her notes.
In no time, he’s lost between a few girls.
“I knew he’d be the popular type.” Kim sighs while taking her seat. “You think he’ll remember that we’re the first who talked to him. He doesn’t look like the conceited type.”
“I’m sure he’s not. After all —”
Words die in my throat.
I can’t continue talking even if I want to.
My skin prickles with that usual awareness, and I can feel him approaching even before he appears at the class’s threshold.
This level of awareness isn’t funny anymore.
It’s downright irritating.
Aiden strides through the door. As usual, his uniform misses the tie, but he still appears like a magazine model with the tall frame and the tousled hair.
I wish I poured acid on his features when I had the chance.
His expression is casual. Bored even.
As if nothing happened.
As if my world wasn’t flipped upside down two days ago.