° Ciara °

Victoria

The bell rang and we sat in class, with the chick sitting in the seat next to me.

I found out that her name was Ciara Michaels and she was a troublemaker here.

Hence why our first meeting involved her cussing the principal.

"This school is boring. Except when August fights someone. That, my dear, is raw entertainment." She said and I laughed.

"How?" I asked and she looked at me.

"He fights like a beast. A straight up monster. He doesn't stop under you're nearly lifeless." She said and I nodded,

Letting that settle in my big head.

The teacher entered and Ciara ignored her, turning to me and speaking.

"So, you like yogurt?" She asked, pulling one out of her bag.

I laughed and nodded, taking it and watching as she grabbed another one.

Then she pulled out two spoons and I was convinced that she had a kitchen in there.

The teacher, Mr. Anderson, cleared his throat and looked at us sternly.

Ciara gave him a sweet smile before it turned into a disgusted look.

"Care to share with the class?" He asked and she stood up, opening her Yogurt.

"Sure!" She said sweetly, handing it to someone. "Dip and pass." She told the random student, who laughed and did as she said.

Mr. Anderson looked furious and she winked and him.

He sighed, pointing his ruler at her.

"First strike, Ms. Michaels." He told her and she sat down.

She smirked and at me and I giggled at her crazy behaviour.

"You're nuts." I told her, only making her smirk widen.

"I do like me some nuts." She winked and I gagged.

The door opened and all eyes landed on August. He licked his lips and scanned the classroom.

His eyes went past me and I let out a relieved breath.

But then they backtracked and we locked eyes. His were darker than I'd seen them before.

His body was tensed, making his muscles flex and he started walking down the row of desks.

"Anyway, Class." Mr. Anderson said somewhat shakily, not bothering to address August.

He was over to me before speaking.

"Move." He said coldly, giving me chills and I was about to get up when I realized he was talking to Ciara.

She didn't speak. She just gave me a sympathetic look before moving seats.

He sat next to me, running a hand down his face and looking over at me.

I kept my gaze straight forward, not wanting to make eye contact.

I saw him roll his eyes.

"You found out." He said darkly, referring to who he was.

I nodded, looking down at my desk and doodling random objects.

He was quiet. Turning his gaze back to the front of the class.

He stared blankly at the board and I glanced at his hand.

There was a large cut on it that had been carelessly cleaned.

There was still blood coming out of it and I sighed, cursing my kind heart.

I poked his arm and extended my hand out, asking for his.

He just stared at me coldly before looking back to the front of the class.

I sighed, placing my head down on my desk and zoning out everyone.

I was tired. So fucking tired. I slept so little because I didn't want to miss an hour of moonlight.

I was addicted to the darkness that fell beyond that.

A hand was placed on my lap and I looked over at him.

He stared back at me blankly and I gave him a small smile,

Examining the cut. There was a high chance that I could get infected,

Thankfully I had a fresh rag and rubbing alcohol in my bag,

Due to my clumsiness at times. Last time I stepped on a nail while walking home from school.

Don't ask.

I started cleaning his cut up and he didn't even hiss when I the alcohol touched his open wound.

I looked at him weirdly and he stared back at me with a burning gaze.

"You don't feel that?" I asked and he shook his head, licking his lips and I furrowed my eyebrows.

Anytime I'd put this on the smallest cut I had, I'd scream my head off.

"There. All better." I told him and he examined his hand before he nodded.

"Thanks." He said after a while and I gave him a thumbs up.

"This means you owe me." I told him and he rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone.

The rest of the classes went by really quickly and by the time I blinked,

It was lunch.

But to my surprise, there was no one in the hallway. Not even Ciara was here.

I heard commotion outside in the parking lot and I walked out, trying to figure out what was going on.

Zombie apocalypse, my dumb self thought.

Shaking my head, I looked outside to see that almost the entire school was surrounding something.

A fight. I knew all too well.

I mean, what else could they be watching so intensely and cheering for?

A turtle race.

I made my way down there, as if I cared, I stood behind the crowd, trying to blend in and see.

"I'll kill you." I heard a familiar, deep voice say. He spoke in a deadly tone.

Even I was scared. And I wasn't even his target.

I made my way through the crowd, trying to get closer.

I heard the sound of a fist connecting with a person, then a sickening crunch was heard.

Say bye-bye, nose.

And I was right. There, in the middle of the ocean of students,

Was a shirtless August. He was bashing in the face of another dude, using his fists.

Blood poured out of the kid's face and August never once stopped.

Ciara was right.

And all I could think was...damn.

That's the definition of inked. There was barely any skin showing on his body.

His toned stomach looked delicious under the sunlight.

Then he picked the kid before throwing him in my particular direction.

Then my lights went out and everything became black.