I feel the drumming inside my chest increasing at a slow pace. 

There's no reason. 

Nothing happening, nothing new it's just I don't seem to get over it. And I don't I'll be. 

It's the same school day, I watch as all the students walk inside, the guards cast the pill of snow aside with hoes. 

It's not my first day, there's no reason to feel nervous and uneasy. No one cares about your existence here. I tell myself. It's better this way. I held the strap of my bag harder as I walked inside the hallway towards the locker room. 

I look high, straighten my back and walk with the confidence I don't have inside. A few girls lock eyes with me and I smile, they don't return. Just look me up and down and walk away as if I'd been some contiguous disease. 

I sighed but did not look down like. "Ada!" I hear the only familiar voice I don't hate to hear. Then I see her golden hair. A smile. Genuine smile tug on lips as I slice through the crowd to the other end where she was waving her hands from. 

Really. It's only been a week since I was away from school and the nerves are getting the best out of me. "How are you feeling?" She asked as soon as I reached my locker.

"Good." Not really but yeah. It's only been one month since I transferred here and one week left. I don't want to waste my time any further. 

After collecting our books we walk together to our class. While walking I watch as every now and then people look at Elie. She does have that admirable look. She's one of the most beautiful girls in this entire school, And she knows that. 

It's such an anticipation that she's friends with me. I mean one would say we're polar opposites to each other. Half of the school knows about her, and despite her curvy self she carries herself with more confidence than a high class model ever could. That's one thing I love about her. She can pull any guy she wants. I wish I had atleast half as much as confidence as her's in myself I'd win the world championship. 

Anyway.

Entering the class Elie takes her seat in the front while I walk at the back to where I have been sitting for a few weeks now. 

Ms. waltson the English teacher entered the class a few seconds later the alarm went off. Her glasses hang low on her nose bridge as she eyed from the upper side of the glass from one end to the other end of class. "Good morning class—" She began but her sentence was cut off by a few students who just knocked on the door. 

Three boys and two girls, I watch them from the corner seat. The two boys with a smile on their faces but the guy in the centre looks like he would rather be at a funeral—

"I'm an honoured Master. Foster spared your time for my class." Ms.Waltson says sweet but nobody can miss the sarcastic edge in her voice. 

The guy shakes his head and walks inside without even asking for her permission. Rude. All the four follow him. Suddenly he paused and raised his head and our eyes met. I immediately looked away. 

And though I have never seen him once in the whole three weeks. There's no way anybody cannot know him. His father owns this school, I could say his father owns half of the world if being honest. 

The class began. I heard the teacher speaking, but I glace over my shoulder at the end seats which were occupied by the five being noisy, I immediately regretted it. Our eyes lock once more and for some reason I did not immediately break the contact until I see that look on his face. It was obvious. Hate, despise. 

It stung. Really. Because I don't know what I have actually done to earn that look from every person I walk past. And we don't even know each other.

I swallow. 

Breath. 

Though I don't like anybody here other than Elie, I know I hate that Foster already. No reason needed. 

Elie eats her lunch in the cafeteria area, so in the break time we go on separate ways, I love spending time by myself. The day I joined the school I discovered a place in the North wing of school where nobody goes. It's quiet and peaceful place so far. 

I open my lunch box and eat the sandwich I made for myself this morning. It's the only quiet place in this huge Foster school. There are few tree benches around it and the bed of grass under my feet. 

I miss my old school though. There was more freedom since I don't have to see my father all the time. But here I don't have another option. 

I sighed. 

I was staring at the sky when something rolled on my feet, I looked down at the soccer ball then looked around. I kick the ball away from me and get up with the lunch box. I turned to leave but then I heard heavy foot steps from behind. 

I took one step forward. Then stopped when the steps got closer. I'm not afraid of anyone, why should I be the one to feel like this. So I take a deep breath and twirl. 

My brow frowned. "You?" 

"I'm glad you know me," he says with the same poker face. Staring down at me. "Ms. Ada Elrod." 

He knows my name. I might sound a bit surprised because my family belongs to the upper class I still think there's a huge distance. I don't even attend too many business parties.

Why are you thinking so much? We're in the same class it's only common for him to know everyone. 

He walks up to me and I swallow heavily due to the voice in my head constantly screaming, get away. Run. Run. Run. I was only able to take one step back and he raised his hand. 

Panic shakes my entire body. My eyes shut tightly. Nails digging into my thigh. I don't know what I was waiting for but then I felt a tug of my collar of shirt. My eyes open. I was directly staring into the most iceist blue I have ever seen. But I couldn't see anything other than utter hatred in them. 

"What are you doing? Let go." I say not being the first to break the contact. 

He cocks one brow then a sickly humourless smile crept on his face, "You'll regret stepping into this space; I'll make sure your time is nothing short of a living hell."

The lunch box landed on the ground with a light thud and I used all my remaining energy to push him away, he barely moved from his place. I didn't know what else to do at this point so I grabbed his hand and bit his thumb basal. Hard. He didn't even flinch all I see is anger on his face the kind of anger I'd like to stay miles away from. 

It's not until I taste metallic in my mouth I don't stop, he let's go and I step back. The blood on his hand. I looked up and he was still glaring down at me—I covered my mouth and stepped back and back when he didn't walk forward I turned around and ran. 

Every breath I can taste blood in my mouth. He'll make my life hell? What the heck have even done to him? 

I get it, I need to stay away far far far away from him. I must. 

I have enough problem to deal with I don't need more into my list. Definitely not someone crazy like him