Page 11 of Mayhem

I finally pluck the courage to get out of the car and make my way to the front doors. It seems like everyone stops their conversations as I walk by, and all eyes are on me. I duck my head and make my way to the front door.

Once inside, it is more of the same inside. Students walking around, catching up with friends. I see what I assume is the football team throwing a ball back and forth to each other while they check out girls walking by them.

Just like the outside, the inside looks like every other high school. A weird, ugly beige paint color on the walls. Black and white tiles that look like they have not changed since the fifties. Dark green lockers line each of the walls, only broken up by white doors to each classroom.

Thankfully, the office is right in front, by the doors, so I don’t have to search for it. I open the door and look around. There are a few offices in the back and a large desk with a woman, who looks to be in her fifties, sitting behind it. Her smile is warm and genuine as I walk up to her desk. Her auburn hair is a short pixie cut. She has on black cat-eyed glasses, that make her hazel eyes shine behind. The plaque on her desk says, Ms. Steele.

“Good morning.” She greets me, the smile never leaving her lips. “You must be the new student. Ms. Gold, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I have your schedule and locker info right here.” She says while handing me a couple of papers. One shows the classes I have this semester, while the other is a map of the school. There is a circle where my locker is, and the combination is on the back of the paper. Locker 115. “If there is anything you need dear, just come on in to see me.”

“Thank you so much, Ms. Steele.” I smile at her before exiting the office.

It looks like my locker is down the right hall. I turn down the hall and watch the locker numbers descend, with even-number lockers on the right side and odd numbers on the left. Eventually, I found it after walking down the first hall and turning down another.

Thankfully, no one is standing around the other lockers when I approach. Quickly, I open the locker and toss my bag in. I grab a notebook and pen before shutting the locker and finding my first class. It looks like I have English first period, which, according to the map, is on the other side of the school.

I meander down the halls, trying not to get lost. The school is not massive, but large enough that I need the map to help.

Fuck, I think I went down the wrong hall.I groan before turning around and instantly bumping face first into a solid body. I let out a surprised squeak while I tried to keep myself from falling. Warm hands reach out and gently grab my arms before I can fall. My cheek burns from pain, and I clasp it. I look up into the most intense dark eyes I have ever seen before. A dark blue that almost looks black.

Attached to those mesmerizing eyes is the most breathtaking guy I have ever seen before. He towers over me. I have always been intimidated around men, especially ones that are so much bigger than myself, but I do not feel that way with him. His milk chocolate hair is just long enough to rake your finger through and grab. He was a lot more muscular than Evan. He has a tattoo on his right hand, a rose.He doesn’t say anything to me, just continues to assess me with those eyes. His face is blank, but not in a bad way. Like that’s how he always looks. He easily could pull off the aloof persona.

A shiver of… something courses through my body as I get lost in him. I don’t know what I am feeling being near him, but I don’t hate it.

We stare into each other's eyes for what feels like forever before I hear someone calling out his name.Zeus.Interesting name. It suited him just from his looks alone. I can see why he is named after a god.

He does not take his eyes off me as his friend calls out his name again. I slowly stepped away as his friend got closer, not losing eye contact until his friend finally reached him. I don’t look at his friend, unable to take my eyes off Zeus.

He keeps his eyes trained on me while his friend is speaking to him. I slowly back down the hall, not wanting to look away. I don’t know what it is about him, but he draws me in like a moth to a flame. He seems like the type to burn me. His eyes follow me down the hall until I round the corner. I can still feel his stare even now that the spell has broken between us.

The guilt hits instantly.Evan.I promised him I would not talk to any other guys. Granted, I did not say anything to him, but looking into his eyes, I felt more in those five seconds than I have in five months with Evan.

I finally found my class and walked into the room. It was still empty. Only a handful of students were already here, so I sat in the back corner of the class. Hopefully, seats are not assigned. I want to stay in the back and away from people. I was a loner at my old school, and I planned on staying a loner at this school. It was only ten months; I could do it by myself.

One by one, the class filled up. I keep my head down, ignoring everyone.

“You must be new.” A voice said in front of me.

I raised my head and met with a friendly smile. The girl sitting in front of me was pretty and seemed friendly enough. Her light brown hair was curly and came down to her shoulders. She had pale blue eyes that were so bright. Her fair skin was covered in freckles that gave her an innocent look.

I nodded my head, not really knowing what to say. I planned to be as invisible as possible, and that’s already shot. “Yeah, I’m Serena,” I say.

“Everley, but everyone calls me Evie.” Her smile is bright and welcoming.

I did not know what to say to her now. I tried to give her a friendly smile, but I think it came off as awkward as it felt.She gives me the most genuine smile I have ever received. She goes to open her mouth to say something, but the bell rings.

Evie turns back around, and we start paying attention to the teacher. He droned on about what we would be learning this semester and what he expected from all of us. In the middle of his rambling, the door burst open, and Zeus’s friend walked in, not a care in the world.

He is as tall and muscular as Zeus. His blonde hair is tied into a bun on the crown of his head. One of the first things I notice about him is an eyebrow piercing that glistens in the light. Second thing I noticed was his eyes, they were as blue and bright as the ocean. He wore a smirk that just seemed natural to him. He was dark and dangerous; it was easy to see.

“Mr. Hayes, it’s so nice of you to grace us with your presence.” The teacher sarcastically remarks.

He shrugs at the teacher before taking the only available seat left, which is beside me. I kept my gaze on the front of the class as he sauntered his way over to the seat. He stops beside my desk, but I refuse to look up at him. That was probably a stupid thing to do, but I needed to keep to myself. I did not want to give Evan a reason to be mad at me. He probably already was. He has been texting me all morning, and I have not opened them yet.

Finally giving up trying to get my attention, he sits down at his desk. His leg bounced while the teacher kept droning on about whatever. I tuned him out quickly. He was monotone and dull to listen to. It was going to be a long semester listening to him.

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