CHAPTER FIVE

After the very interesting and slightly awkward lunch that consisted of Kyril annoying Catherine, her trying to ignore him and Emmy taking their pictures squealing, all three friends went to history class that they all shared together with one Edward Stewart.

Kyril smirked when he saw Edward's glare at his hands on Catherine's waist.

Leaning down, he whispered in her ear,"Do you want to get a ride home today?"

Catherine looked away, her cheeks on fire. "Remove your hands from my body please."

Kyril pecked her flushed cheeks and sat down by the window before dragging her into his lap.

Edward stood and walked out of the class.

Catherine gasped,"What do you think you're doing?" Her tone was indignant even as her face flushed even brighter.

Kyril's arms were like steel cables around her waist. "I was just saving you a seat, babe",he whispered before he ran his hot tongue over the shell of her pink ear.

Catherine accidentally let out a low moan before slapping her hand over her mouth. She glared down at him, "Release me right now, Calix."

Immediately, Kyril's arms loosened and Catherine slid into her seat.

"You're so fucking bossy.", he said looking at her in admiration. When she glanced back at him, he winked. "I love it when you're bossy, mi amore."

Catherine rolled her eyes and turned away. "You've know me for less than a week and you're calling me your love?"

Kyril dramatically placed his hands over his heart, "But it feels like I've known you forever, I kardiá mou."

Catherine glanced at him curiously, "What does that mean?"

Kyril said nothing. Just stared at her until someone loudly cleared their throat.

Everyone looked up as Brittany Bretton walked in with her posse of six. Catherine's brows furrowed in annoyance causing Kyril and Emmy behind them to frown as well.

"Good afternoon, everyone. You're class president, the totally amazing BB has arrived. ",said Brittany as he flipped her long blonde ponytail over her shoulder.

People actually clapped as she stood there preening under all the attention.

"Alright alright. I know you all missed me but I was super busy. Daddy had me travel to Greece with him and it was just a-ma-zing." She turned to her posse, "You guys are sooo following me next month to San Francisco. I'm de-finitely not going alone again."

She turned back to the class as she examined it carefully. "I was told that little miss ex-class president is back." Her eyes landed on Catherine and she smirked.

Brittany walked up to the pair with a smug look on her face. "Hello there Catherine. I see you still dress like you pick all your clothes from the trash. How was your spring break?" I heard you had a flu or some kind of fever. Brain related perhaps?"

Catherine smiled back tightly, "No, I didn't have brain fever. And even if I did, you won't have to worry. It's not contagious. Not that you would catch it if it was. You would require a brain to have brain fever."

Kyril laughed and Brittany's attention switched to him. "You think that's funny you little..." Kyril turned away from the window with a bored look, his pierced brow raised.

"...oh hi there." Brittany smiled warmly.

Kyril's tone was cold as he replied, "Can I help you?"

Brittany giggled and twirled a lock of her hair, "My name's Brittany. Brittany Bretton. I'm the class president of our senior year."

Kyril leaned back in his chair and looked her from top to bottom. "Yeah?"

Brittany snapped her finger and a member of the posse stepped forward and handed her a card.

"Here's an invitation to my party tomorrow. It's sort of beginning of a new school year slash me coming back home party."

She flipped her hair and fluttered her lashes. "I always throw one when I get back from a trip. Anyway, I'll be expecting you. You can invite some friends too if you want. The more, the merrier. "

Brittany smiled stiffly at Catherine who smiled back just as stiffly.

"Woods."

"Bretton."

Huffing, she turned and walked to her seat right at the back of the class, her posse right behind her.

"I hate that bitch." Emmy growled. "I'll be ex-pec-ting youuu...",she mimicked.

Catherine giggled, "Come on. She sounds nothing like that. It's more like oooo please ooo please won't you come to my parrrrrttiiii?"

Kyril burst out laughing. "What the fuck? That was awful. You're both terrible at this."

Emmy lifted a book to hit over the head when the teacher finally walked in.

"Emerald Emerson, you put down that book right now." Slowly, emmy put the book down with a huff.

"You never let me have any fun."

The teacher placed his notes on the table and rubbed his eyes firmly.

"I'm a history teacher. That's the opposite of fun.I know I'm a few minutes late and I know you'll hate me but it's pop quiz time."

The whole groaned and Catherine sat up suddenly alert.

The question sheets were shared and the next few minutes were silent until the bell rang. Everyone turned in their answers and left chattering.

Emmy groaned and stretched, "I hate tests. That shit just kicked my ass."

Catherine shrugged, "I don't know. It was a pretty test." Kyril nodded in agreement.

"You two were made for each other". Emmy said and rolled her eyes.

The next few hours passed in a blur. Kyril was finally enjoying a normal day of school. No emergence calls, no guns, no blood. It really wasn't so bad. He looked down at the girl next to him as they headed to gym.

Catherine felt his eyes on her and rose her head to glare at him. "What are you looking at?"

"She right you know."

Catherine rose her brows and opened the door to the gym. "Who was right?"

"That blonde chick. You really need some new clothes."

Catherine froze and turned back to him a stiff smile on her face. "What did you just say?"

Kyril shrugged, "I'm just saying. You need a new look. You're seriously beautiful and you wear clothes that look like you got them out of a bargain bin."

"Calix, you should probably stop talking."

Kyril smirked, "Yes, mistress."

"Stop talking, Calix. Go and get changed for gym."

"Yes, mistress."

"For God's sake, just shut up!"