Ian's POV:-
Detached.
Distant.
I always keep my distance from people at school. However, some are similar to a dog's tail.
I've been in a bad mood ever since mom told me about the family meal with Alice tomorrow.
I never denied Mom's request.
Never did.
Never plan to.
At this very moment, I want to strike someone in the face. Anybody.
Reaching inside a pocket, I stride in the direction of class.
When I enter the hallway, the crowd instantly disperses.
They see me as though I were some celebrity they've been obsessed with.
I am not a hero.
Villian fits me better.
Gorgeous villain.
Am I being narcissistic here?
Yeah, I am.
It feels different to be in power.
Superior.
The smell of vanilla and peaches wafts over me, and I slow down.
I recognize this scent.
I come to a stop right there, not looking back.
A soft body crashes into my back in the next instant.
I turn around and look at her.
"Oh no! I'm sorr--. " She pauses to look at the person she is speaking to.
Her brown eyes were widening as she met mine, as if she'd witnessed a ghost.
She gulps loudly, masking her expressions.
Is she nervous?
Interesting
Like a fish, she opens and closes her mouth.
It's obvious that she's nervous.
With a neutral expression, I continue to observe her.
"I-I'm sorry."
She muses as she smooths out the fictitious creases on her skirt that end at her mid-thighs.
I turn and leave without saying anything.
Students begin insulting her.
As usual.
Even though my instinct is to smack everyone in the mouth.
Acting against it, I tightly clench my fists in my pockets and continue walking.
What??
She's got to fight her own battles.
I take the last seat, as usual, when I get to class.
Chris stands next to my place, lost in his mind, with a frown on his face.
"Ian." When he sees me coming, he says.
I raise one eyebrow at him, asking him to proceed.
"You are coming to the party tonight. Right?" He asks with a smile that dances on his lips.
He's always the party animal.
"I wish I couldn't." I say it with a bored voice, settling into my seat.
Crowds don't tempt me.
Parties mean teenagers being high on alcohol and shagging in every corner.
Pathetic.
I enjoy being in my own space.
You do what you don't want to do at times, though.
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