Chapter 7

"So today everyone will be working in groups." Mr Andrews announced to the class.

The entire class groaned in annoyance. He shakes his head with a frown.

"Oh shut up!" Mr Andrews rolled his eyes. "As you can see on the handout that you received. You will be working with the person whose name is beside yours."

Everyone took time out to look at their handouts to find out who they would be working with except for Zamora.

Zamora prayed silently that she wouldn't be paired with anyone. She wished for the opportunity to work alone. She knew anyone Mr Andrews paired the class with, they would have to work together for the entire semester. With shaking hands she looked down at her paper. Recognition dawned on her face as her brain took time out to process what it saw.

"Michael morningstar." The name slipped from her mouth before she could stop it. The entire class abrupt into complete silence. If looks could kill, Zamora would be lying in a body bag quicker than she could cry for help. Daggers were thrown her way in a frenzy. Zamora swallowed a bile that arose in the back of her throat. Fear crossed her face as she sank further down in her chair. She tried her best to remain as small as she felt. Tension filled the atmosphere making it difficult to concentrate. Zamora could still feel eyes burning holes in the back of her neck.

She thought pensively what was so special about Michael. Her chemistry class mainly consists of girls, so as far as she could tell every girl would kill to get their paws on him. She couldn't blame them though. The guy had the body of a damn Greek god himself. Just the thought of his bulging muscles and his piercing seaweed eyes that could see through her soul, his sinful cherry lips stirred up her female harmonies.

"Zamora!" She was tugged from her thoughts by an furious Mr Andrews." What was the last thing I said?"

Zamora tapped her pencil against the desk unsure of what to say. She was so pre occupied by her thoughts. She haven't been able to comprehend what was Mr Andrews said to her. She reeked of embarrassment as Mr Andrews lashed out at her.

"Since you were so preoccupied I suggest you get the hell out of my class!"

"I'm sorry." Her voice became wobbly as she became emotional. If embarrassment was a living, walking and breathing person it would definitely be her.

Mr Andrews frowned before repeating what he had said earlier. " Your partner is absent so you will be working alone today."

It was not a minute later before Michael came bursting through the front door. A hot mess he was well trimmed and built. He wasn't overly muscular. His seaweed green piercing eyes scanned the room.

"God he's hot." Some of the girls whispered but Zamora as well as Michael managed to hear. She rolled her eyes in complete annoyance.

"You are late." Their chemistry teacher peeked at him from under his glasses.

"My apologies." His voice was silvery. " There was an issue that urgently needed my tending."

"I'll let it slide this time but lit it be the last." He narrowed his eyes.

"Yes sir."

"Work with Zamora." The old man pointed in her direction.

She groaned angrily. She hated Michael. She couldn't stand him. He was just so different from all the other boys at her school. There was something about him that she just couldn't put her fingers on.

He smirked as he approached her. "Hello again." He smiled charmingly.

Zamora rolled her dark brown orbs. "Don't even think about starting a convocation. We are only working together for only today."

"Don't forget students you stick to your partner for the rest of this semester." Mr Andrews announced once more.

Michael smirked at this. There was something about the beauty in front of him. He just loved annoying her. Maybe it was the way she glared at him or the way she acted when she got angry.

She gave him an icy glare and he smiled.

The rest of the class was silent they wouldn't speak to each other. The moment his gaze switched towards her, he was greeted by her icy ones.

He wondered why she hated him. What had he done to her. Maybe she knew the monster he was.

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"You should join the football team." Jason opined as he took a large bite of his pizza.

"Am not into sport."

"Come on dude you've got the body coach Harris is looking for. You'd make a great quarterback."

He tried convincing Michael. Jason wrapped his arms around Michael's shoulders. " Plus there is alot of benefits to this."

They met in his English class. He invited him to sit with him at lunch. He wasn't expecting to find any friends at this school because of the person he was.

"What benefits?" Michael screwed up his face. He had an idea what Jason was suggesting but he decided to play dumb. "What's a quarter back?"He took a large gulp from his water. He was from the underground there wasn't much he knew about sports.After all the only time he got to see humans was from lurking in the shadows.

"You've got to be kidding me." Jason gaped and Lamella giggled. " Were you born a hundred years age?"

Michael decided to ignore Jason's question. His jaw tightened. He found it difficult to avoid being offended by Jason.

"Is it that big if a deal?" He furrowed his brow. He wasn't good at socializing because he wasn't a people person. He never really had any friends growing up neither did he have any siblings. It was just him.

"Come on you've got to know something." He took a swig of his coke.

" I don't know anything about sports."

"Then I'll teach you." Micheal haven't had enough time to protest. He was interrupted by Zamora who greeted them as she approached their table.

"Hey guys." Zamora sat at an empty spot around the table.

"Not you again." She gnashed her teeth as she stared at the mysterious guy Infront of her.

Michael smirked. "Hate me that much."

She groaned in annoyance.

"Are you two in love?" Jason popped two of Zamora's fries into his mouth eyeing the both of them suspeciously.

She smacked his arm. "Hey!"

"Love is in the air I can smell it." He rubbed his arm grinning as he did so.

A blush crept up her cheeks. "Why would I be I love with... With." She paused to think of a word that could best describe Michael, but she failed. His sinful lips clouded her vision. Those abs she thought to herself.

The noise Jason made came from deep within his throat, reminiscent of a snorting pig. "You are drooling." He pointed at Zamora's mouth.

Zamora's cheek turned a light shade of pink as she slowly wiped her mouth.

"I got you didn't I." Jason laughed hilariously. " You should have seen her face!"

Dispute Jason's constant laughing. His joke was as stiff as a rod itself. The entire cafeteria stared at him dumbfounded. He chucked before clearing his throat.

Michael stole two more glances at Zamora with his piercing eyes. She thew him a icy glare. There was something about the beauty Infront of him but somehow his brain couldn't fully process it. Figuring her out was like trying to push down a building with bare hands

"Sharing is caring." Jason managed to pull him from his trance.

"Leave my damn fries."

Michael laughed at the two friends as they argued with each other.

"Go get your damn own." She popped two into her mouth.

"Not until you agree to be nice to Michael from now on."

"Never." She snorted.

"Then I'll never stop stealing your fries." He was about to pop two more into his mouth. She smacked his arm.

"Hey! Not cool." He squeaked in surprise.

"I'll be nice to him. I am really hungry." She finally gave in.

"Apologize for your behaviour." Jason said in a very stern voice.

She groaned. "Am sorry OK."

"Not cool."

"Shut up."

"That wasn't an apology Zamora."

Lamella opined she wasn't much of a talker. She mostly listened to their conversation but she never really joined in. It had only been the other day she along with Jason had befriend Zamora when her mom threatened to murder the entire school. They always wanted to stick up for Zamora but they were scared they would become the next target of the bullies.

"You are being vey selfish Zamora remember when you didn't have any friends."

She sighed. They were right she was selfish. If there was anyone who should treat someone good it was her. He had never bullied her to begin with but she hated him.

"Michael." She was lost for words.

"Its okay." He stormed out of the cafeteria all three pairs of eyes watched as he left without another word.

"Look what you've done." Lamella rolled her eyes before she went after him.

"Michael wait."

He wasn't upset and neither was he angry. He just needed some fresh air from Zamora. There was something about her that triggered off memories of his past. She reminded him of someone he knew a long time ago. But there was something else about the girl that he couldn't comprehend. If he stayed one minute extra only God knew the things he would do to her.

"Michael." Lamella called after him tugging him from his sinful thoughts.

He stopped in his tract. He smiled at her the moment she joined him.

"Am sorry about what happened back there. She has been through alot." She gave him an apologetic smile.

"Why are you apologising for her. I have been nothing but kind to her. She has been nothing but mean to me."

Lamella giggled at this. He starred at her quizzically. " Sorry. Its just the way you said that. I think she likes you."

"Oh please." He snickered.

"There's no other explanation to that." She playfully shoved his shoulder giggling.

Suddenly a brilliant idea came to him. For the first the man felt like heinstein hinself. He wanted to prove Lamella's theory. There was only one thing left for him to do. "What if I told you I like someone else."

Those words tasted bitter as they rolled off his tongue with ease.

"And who's the lucky girl?" She battered her eyelashes at him seductively.

"She's a sweet, caring and honest person not to mention the fact that she's the most astonishing woman I've ever laid eyes on." He perked a brow at her.

The heat rushed up her cheeks. She had to admit good looking wasn't the word that should describe him. He was past good looking. He was the kind of boy her momma tell her to stay away from. She couldn't get enough of him. From his sly smile to his well built body, everything about him was perfect.

"What if I told you I liked someone as well."

"Then I'd believe you. Any man to have a woman like you should be a happy man." His eyes roamed her body. He took his lip between his teeth and bit it seductively.

She smiled charmingly at him. They sat on the green grass under a tree at the back of the school.

"Not much of a talker?"

She bit onto her bottom lips and smiled sheepishly.

"I see."

What the hell was he doing she wasn't Zamora. She had nothing for her. He loved the way Zamora would glare at him every five second. Her dark brown orbs would bring warmth to him. The way she spoke it would bring peace to his soulless body. Her creamy skin that would make his inner beast growl. He sinful lips and oh God her damn body.

He was pulled from his trance when Lamella's soft lips crashed onto his.