Chapter Five

As soon as I step out of my house, I can feel his eyes on me, Kayden's piercing gaze burning holes into the back of my head, but I don't look up, I can't find the strength to seek out his eyes, to see his face again.

After out encounter last night, I swore to myself that I would try to avoid Kayden as much as I can. The looming danger that goes along with him makes me shiver in fear. The look of pure fury on his face yesterday was enough to shock the truth back into me. I was so sure that he was going to hurt me, but the second that he saw me cry, he seemed to have snapped out of his rage, but that just confuses me more. Surely he is not a stranger to making people cry, especially girls who are hopelessly in love with him; I hope he doesn't think that that's how I feel about him! I feel nothing but fear for that boy!

I sigh a deep sigh as the school building comes into view. I can already hear the people laughing at me as they trip me over in the hall, throwing my books to the floor and kicking them around, forcing me to crawl around to try and get them back.

Today is going to be a long day, but luckily tomorrow is Saturday, which means I get two days away from bullies, and Kayden, and his gang of bad boys.

The sudden roar of Kayden's motorbike reaches my ear as he is obviously nearing the school, but before I can think any more of it, the sleek black machine is speeding right in front of me into the school parking lot, making me scream slightly and jump back onto the pavement. My heart races, beating loudly in my ears, my breath is coming out in short gasps as I stare at the boy who just willingly tried to run me over.

He gets off of his bike gracefully, taking his helmet of and placing it on the seat before turning to look at me, his eyes glaring into my shocked and wild ones. He begins to stalk up to me, his stride purposeful and intimidating. He ignores everyone on the way over to my shaking form, still standing paralysed at the entrance to the parking lot. I can hear Seth calling his name, but his eyes don't waver from mine for a second, and the closer he gets to me, the angrier they seem to get.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" he shouts at me as soon as he is in front of me, close enough so that I can see the light freckles in his eyes. I open my mouth to respond, but nothing comes out, my mind only filled with the scent of Kayden and how close he is to me, smothering me.

"You could have been seriously hurt!" I stare at him dumbfounded, not truly believing that this man in front of me was actually worried for my safety. I expected him to shout at me for almost tainting his bike with my touch or possibly scratching it due to me carelessly walking out in front of it, but he doesn't, he shouts at me for almost endangering my life.

"I-I'm sor-sorry," I manage to choke out, not wanting him to shout at me anymore. A crowd has gathered around us, some of them pointing and whispering at me, some laughing at my stutter and imitating me, and the unwanted attention makes me lower my eyes to floor, hoping that they will all disappear.

"You need to watch where you're going, next time it might not be a close call, it will be you dead in the road," his words are whispered into my ears threateningly, making a cold shiver run down my spine. He stays at me ear a little longer, taking a deep breath of my hair before pulling away abruptly. I look up into his eyes from under my lashes, and am shocked to see him glaring at everyone surrounding us, making them disperse quickly and head into the school, not looking back at us, probably afraid to anger Kayden further. I don't blame them, angry Kayden is scary as hell.

His eyes snap back to mine, searching them, trying to peel every bit of information out of them. Well so much for my plan of avoiding Kayden all day. I internally role my eyes at myself, hating how I seem to attract this boys attention without even having to try.

"Kayden, we need to get to class before we're late," Seth's voice stops Kayden from saying whatever he has on his mind. A glare takes it's place on his face as he thinks about Seth's words. I really don't think Kayden could care less about being late to class, but I do! I quickly duck my head down, muttering another apology as I move around Kayden, avoiding any form of contact as I pass him.

I quickly run up the steps to the school, not wanting to arrive at my class late. I am usually always the first person to be sat in class when everyone else arrives, no one can trip me up on my way to my seat then, or steal my bag and throw my contents all over the room. Everyone is going to be sat down now by the time I get there.

An anxious bubble begins to rise in my chest as I get closer and closer to my first class of the day, History. Kayden is in this class with me, or at least he is supposed to be, but he rarely shows up. I think that since the start of the year, he has only been in this class three times.

The door to classroom 3B is open, and a steady stream of students are piling in, all talking and laughing together. I pick up my pace, wanting to make it into the classroom with the rest of the people, knowing that it will be less embarrassing if I am not walking in completely on my own.

I duck my head down, keeping my eyes to the floor as I follow the last remaining students into the class, the familiar rumble of chatter meeting my ears. I rush to the back of the class, trying to sit down in the corner of the room before anyone can notice me.

"Oh look, its the ginger freak! What a shame West didn't put you out of your misery with his bike this morning," a chorus of laughs fill the room as I finally manage to take my seat next to the window at the back of the class.

"It's not like anyone would care if he had killed her anyways," another boy shouts out, making the class laugh again. I beg silently in my head that the teacher will come in now, stopping the hurtful remarks before they get any worse. I lift my hood up over my head, trying to hide myself from the many eyes that are now looking at me with hateful eyes.

"What's the matter freak? You know its right, even your parents didn't want you," again, the entire class laughs, some pointing their fingers at me as they do, obviously finding the fact that my parents don't love me hilarious. I can feel tears threatening to fall, but I won't let them, I won't let these bullies know that they are affecting me; that will only make them laugh further.

"You want to say that again, Smith?" My head snaps up to the door, shocked to see Kayden standing there, glaring at the boy who has been making most of the jokes. The whole classroom has gone quiet now, everyone staring at Kayden, either in fear or lust. He has taken his leather jacket off, now just left in a tight, plain black t-shirt, black ripped jeans and his usually black Dr. Martins. If you looked up the definition for dangerous, Kayden would be it.

"Oh come on Kayden, you can't seriously be sticking up for her, she's a freak!" the boy, Smith, laughs again, but nobody joins in this time, not wanting to feel the wrath of Kayden as well. Smith goes quietly as Kayden starts walking up to him, leaning down on his desk, dangerously close to his face. Kayden says something, but I can't hear what he says. A couple of the girls on the desks next to Smith gasps, shuffling away from Kayden, the admiring looks changing to one of horror. I wonder what he said to make them react like that?

"Mr West, if you could take a seat please, I will begin with my lesson," Mr Rousell comes into the room and I let out a sigh of relief. Finally we can just get on with the class without anymore jokes or the possibility of a fight. Kayden huffs, giving one more death glare to the now petrified boy before making his way over to me. I can't stop staring at him as he stalks to the back of the room, taking the seat next to me on my right. His eyes stay on mine the entire time, the blue burning brightly with anger and something else, something I haven't seen in his eyes before. I pull my gaze away from his as Mr Rousell begins to talk about the WWII, but I can still feel Kayden's eyes on me.

The feeling of Kayden's eyes has been following me all morning throughout my classes. Kayden has been in every single one of my classes this morning, which is not a regular thing. I think even the teachers were shocked that he has turned up to their classes. I doubt that he learnt anything in them though as his attention seemed to be fixed on me the entire time. It was hard to concentrate with him being so close to me, his eyes burning a hole into the side of my head, but I never once looked up to meet his gaze.

At the sound of the bell, signalling lunch, I bolt out of my chair before anyone else can even register that the bell had chimed, and make my way to my locker, wanting nothing more than to disappear before the hall fills with hateful students. I open my locker quickly, leaning my head behind the door, taking a deep breath, trying compose myself before I have to face eating in the lunch hall where everyone will no doubt be throwing food at me again.

"Drew," I jump at the sound of a deep voice next to me, causing me to hit my head on the door of my locker.

"Fuck," I hiss out through gritted teeth, rubbing the top of head, trying to stop the stinging pain from spreading further.

"Are you okay?" I look up to see Kayden staring down at me, humour and yet concern dancing around in his eyes. I nod, not trusting my voice. I know that I will probably stutter, and I don't need him to bully me for that as well today.

"You should really start standing up for yourself," he scolds, making me frown.

"It's not really any of your business on what I do with my life," I bite back, a little harsher than I intended for. I clasp a hand over my mouth, shocked that I had just spoken to Kayden West like that, and by the looks of it, he doesn't appreciate it either.

"Well I'm making it my business, so how about you drop the attitude and thank me for standing up for you considering you're too weak to do it yourself," I stare at him dumb founded as he spits the words at me, his voice laced with venom. I can feel my blood heating with anger as his words replay over and over in my head. If only I could show him how wrong he really is.

"I am not weak," I hiss at him, my eyes surely alight with fiery rage just as his are.

"You can't even stand up to a couple of bullies, Drew," Kayden laughs bitterly, but there is no humour in his eyes, only anger. A crowd has started to gather around us, obviously wondering what the school's bad boy and the school's nerd could be doing talking together.

"They're only words, it's not like they actually mean anything," I huff, folding my arms across my chest in defiance. Okay, some of the things that they say hurt, but me not retaliating doesn't make me weak. If it came down to a physical fight, I would win, no doubt about that.

"Oh? What if it wasn't just words," his voice goes low as he stalks towards me, a smirk starting to tug at the corners of his lips. My eyes widen, but I stand my ground, not moving from my spot, not wanting him to laugh at me and call me weak again.

"What if someone was to corner you, have you at their mercy," his voice is barely above a whisper now, and I know that no one is able to hear him, only me. I stumble a couple of steps back, gasping as I hit my locker lightly. Kayden doesn't stop though, he moves in closer, his nose nearly touching mine at how close we are. I can smell his minty breath mingling with mine and it causes a shiver to run up my spine. Kayden, seemingly noticing this, smirks down at me, a knowing look in his eyes.

"Come on Drew, why don't you show me how strong you really are," he whispers into my ear, making me shiver again. Kayden chuckles lightly at my response, pulling his head back a little so that he can look into my eyes. I am captivated by the seas of blue flowing in his eyes, an emotion trying to force it's way to the front, but I don't get to see it for long enough to be able to determine what it is.

"Fight me Drew, I know you know how," his eyes begin to burn with the starts of anger again, obviously becoming impatient with my lack of response. I can hear the murmur of the people who are now gathered around us, their voices hushed and yet I can tell that they are confused as to what we are talking about. I turn my head away from Kayden and look out at the crowd. I hadn't realised so many people were surrounding us. I can't fight Kayden here, not in front of all of these people. I look back up at Kayden, hoping that he will realise how stupid this is, asking me to fight him in front of all of these people, in school where a teacher could see and I could get into trouble.

Kayden nods his head slightly, seemingly able to understand my unspoken worries. With ease, he pushes himself away from me, turning to stare a the crowd of people, who, just like this morning, quickly scramble away, not wanting to feel Kayden's wrath.

"Come with me," is all he says as he makes his way to the schools entrance, opening the doors and heading out to the parking lot. Without my permission, my legs obediently follow him out.