The Hidden Stranger

Maddison'S POV:

The end of the week was almost here which meant that project will be due next Monday. It's Thursday. Damon and I still have to put all the notes on the poster and include some diagrams that explains the steps of the lesson. The bell rang loudly. I rested my head on my arms, groaning softly while waiting for class to begin. I had a massive headache and all I wanted to do was go home, change into my pyjamas, and sleep. Unfortunately, I had to be at a place called school.

I was drifting to sleep when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, regretting it when I recognised the sea-green eyes and signature smile. "Hit the books too hard last night, Sleeping Beauty?"

I rubbed my forehead. "Shut up, Miles. I'm not in the mood right now."

"Rawr. I swear one day you're gonna have to cut those kitty-claws of yours," he said sitting down in his chair and leaning back into it.

"Don't you have somewhere to be? I mean, doesn't your gang cut class or something in the middle of the first semester?" I asked annoyed by the fact he keeps bugging me. I know he's doing it on purpose.

Damon shrugged, grinning. "Maybe. Why? Do you want me out of your hair?"

"Yes," I grumbled.

"Well, if you have to know, I was thinking about cutting class. Ditching. Doesn't that sound like fun?" he said sarcastically. I glanced over at him and saw his smirk on his face. "I bet Miss I-do- everything-perfect doesn't like the idea of skipping school."

I rubbed my eyes, lying my head on my arms. "It actually doesn't sound like a bad idea," I blurted out before stopping myself.

Damon's look was hilarious. His eyebrows scrunched up and his mouth was almost wide-open. He started to laugh. "Miss Maddison Rose wants to skip school? I believe the end of the world has just arrived."

"Shut up, Damon."

He was really starting to push it. "Oh, come on, Maddy. Don't you have a sense of humour?"

I sat up and glared at him. "No! I have a freaking headache and all you're doing is making it worse! All I want to do is go home and sleep, but I can't do that, now can I? Now, please? Just shut up and leave me alone!" After my sudden outburst, Damon really did look a little shocked at how I yelled at him. I felt the temptation of smirking at him rising up in me, but I decided against it.

Damon leaned in closer so that our heads were almost touching. "Let me tell you something. It's very easy to remember." He put his lips next to my ear and whispered, "Don't push your limits."

When he pulled back, our eyes met. He was serious. I could tell by the way he was looking at me. SMACK! I jumped from the sound of Mrs. Dread slamming the attendance sheet on our desk. We both looked away from each other to look at the steaming teacher in front of us. Her hands were on her hips and she was tapping her foot, apparently fed up with our interruptions.

"Mr. Miles," she said looking at Damon. "Miss Rose," she said glancing at me. "If you guys are done, I would like to continue my class," she said through gritted teeth.

Damon leaned back into his chair and grinned. "Well, I appreciate the thought, Mrs. Dread. You are oh, so generous."

I shook my head, hiding my face from the other students. He was about to get us in big trouble. He may not care what was on his high school resume, but I did! I chose to speak up. "Mrs. Dread, Damon does not mean what he says."

"Well, Miss Rose, since you didn't do anything wrong, I guess you don't have to go where Mr. Miles's going," the teacher said.

Damon continued to grin. "Where I'm going? I hope there's pretty girls."