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She watches me like a vulture as I throw the books into my bag. They’re heavy as fuck, and I amble out of the office like the right side of my body is made of lead.
It’s a struggle to lug it up the stairs, and I’m glad there aren’t any students nearby to hear my labored breathing. You’d think with all the sex I’ve had I’d be in better shape.
I’ll need to start exercising if I’m going to stand any chance of surviving the rest of the semester. The castle is massive, with multiple staircases and long corridors.
I have no idea which way is west, and I wander the third floor, aimless and lost. My hair is sticking to my sweaty forehead from the cardio I’m getting in.
Everyone is in class right now, so there is no one I can ask for directions. I glance down at the course schedule in my hand, and the only information it gives is to find Löwin Hall. After wandering around for fifteen minutes, I finally locate the classroom.
I peek my head inside to find a room full of about twenty faces staring at me. My face gets hot, and I glance away to meet the teacher’s gaze.
“Sorry to interrupt,” I say. “Mrs. Albrecht sent me here.”
“You must be Willow Baker,” she answers. “When you didn’t show up, I thought you’d changed your mind and flown back to America.”
Several students snicker, and if I could, I’d melt into a puddle and disappear right now.
“Come in,” the teacher says, waving me over. “Class, this is Willow, our new student from the United States. Please welcome her and help her acclimate. Miss Baker, there is an empty seat near the back you can take.”
I give her an awkward smile before shuffling between the rows of desks toward my spot, though I try not to club anyone’s arm with my books. Everyone is staring at me in silence, and I wish the teacher would get on with the lesson.
When I drop my bag by my seat, it lands on the floor with a loud thud, drawing more attention. I slide into the chair and try to make myself as inconspicuous as possible.
The students turn their focus back to the front, where the teacher begins speaking and scribbling on the chalkboard. However, I get the unsettling feeling I’m being watched. A chill runs down my spine.
I scan the classroom, craning my neck to take in the back row, including the seat directly behind me.
And I suck in a gasp when I meet the icy blue gaze of Aleksandr Kurochkin, who is wearing a wicked smile on his perfect fucking lips.
“Hello, malishka.”
Chapter 6
Willow
It’s impossible to concentrate on the lesson when I feel his eyes boring into the back of my skull. If the teacher calls on me to answer a question, I’m screwed, because all I can think about is the guy who rejected my advances and humiliated me.
And he’s going to be sitting right behind me for the rest of this miserable semester.
Fuck him. I hate him, and I hate the way he treats me like an ugly ragdoll he has no use for. He’s a spoiled brat, and I don’t know why I was attracted to him in the first place. Sure, I had a moment of weakness and threw myself at him, but I just wanted sex. Anyone would do, and he happened to be there at the wrong time. That’s all this is.
Did his rejection sting? Yeah. My fragile ego took a bruising, but if he tries to come on to me again, he’s in for a rude awakening.
If he thinks I’m easy, I’ll give him a taste of his own rejection, served cold on a silver fucking platter.
I thought I’d be able to get away from him by the end of class, but it turns out they don’t switch classrooms in Andarusian schools. Which means I’m stuck with Aleksandr breathing down my neck for eight hours a day, five days a week.
I would have preferred attending a Russian-speaking school to this.
There’s a ten-minute break between classes, and most of the students get up to stretch their legs and mingle with friends.
Aleksandr is the only person here I know, and he’s the opposite of my friend.
This is an opportunity to catch my breath and review the class schedule. A wave of nausea hits me when I see calculus, European literature, and biochemistry listed.
I know nothing about these subjects. At this rate, I’m going to flunk out of high school.
Hopefully, it happens sooner rather than later. Put me out of my misery and send me home, for Christ’s sake.
