But he didn’t hear me. And if he did, he ignored it. And so my eyes snapped to the British guy that I bumped into. He was actually handsome, his pale blonde hanging on his forehead in a very boyish and handsome manner. His icy blue eyes were focused on Ian’s. I frowned… again. “Excuse me? Is something wrong?”
His eyes snapped down at me and then his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He stared at me as if I have just arisen from the dead. He stared at me as if he knows me and most disturbingly, he stared at me lovingly yet angrily.
He took a step forward to me but Ian suddenly pushed me closer to him. “Stay away from her!” he snarled.
The British glared at Ian and with thick British accent said, “Being selfish, are we?”
“Ms. Strauss! Mr. Jones! You better go to your seat!” Mrs. York barked.
Reluctantly, Ian let his arms drop to his sides. I looked at him questioningly but he didn’t spare me a glance. He was busy glaring back at the British guy.
I slowly walked to my seat and when Ian was sitting on his, Mrs. York cleared her throat. “We have a new student, ladies and gentlemen. Yes, I know it’s already May and that June is next, next week but this young gentleman here was sent by his school to study the last months of his junior year. For the reasons, it’s really confidential so you don’t need to know. Anyway, this boy’s name is Philip Kavanagh and he’s from London.”
Philip, the blue-eyed and blonde guy, walked to the side of Mrs. York. “Hi,” he greeted. “I’m Philip Kavanagh and I’m from London.”
I frowned at my table, trying to recall where I heard that ridiculously familiar name. Surely I have heard of it before. It was just so familiar.
“Thank you, Mr. Kavanagh,” Mrs. York said. “Please sit down beside Ms. Strauss at the back.”
He nodded and then his eyes snapped at mine as he walked to the seat beside me. I gulped as his blue eyes stared at my blue eyes. I usually adore blue-eyed people but this particular blue-eyed guy was looking at me in a strange way that I was afraid he would suddenly pounce at me.
He sat on the seat beside me as Mrs. York started the class. Sometime on the middle of the class, he muttered under his breath, “Hi.”
“Hello,” I replied.
“You are?”
“Victoria Strauss.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Um… thanks.”
Silence. Then: “Do you know Jones?”
“Do you mean Ian?”
“Yeah. Unless there are other Jones here in school.”
“Um, I do know him. Actually, he’s my boyfriend.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Your boyfriend.” Nope, not a question or clarifications. Just a simple fact.
“Yes, my boyfriend,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him.
And after that, it was only silence.
The moment Mrs. York dismissed us, Ian went to the back, threw Philip one hateful nasty glare and then dragged me outside the room. I tried to protest but he ignored me as if I wasn’t there at all.
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