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"I said English class. I need to change English for another time."
He taps on the computer. "You can go to the earlier class. The only issue is that you would have a three-hour gap between your next class. Which is...Algebra."
Plenty of time.
"When I go to Algebra class, I'll let you know if I need to change that one for another time tomorrow."
He frowns. "Why don't you just change them all now?"
"I'm not sure I want to change all of them around," I lie.
"Right, you did say that." He looks at the screen. "Well…your professors are still the same." I grab my bag and stand.
"Is that all?" He asks, looking up and adjusting his tie. His gaze falls to my bare shoulder where my bra strap is showing.
"For now, I'll see you tomorrow." He clears his throat. After a few seconds, his eyes finally meet mine. I raise my brow. "Tomorrow?"
“Oh…y-yeah,” he stammers. "I'll see you tomorrow." He smiles. "I'll be waiting."
There is a knock on the door, and Niko waltzes in. His eyes swing from Dean Richards to me and then back. He's tense, and his beautiful face is tight.
Why would he care if Dean Richards is being a creepy fuck? He's team Santi. It's not the first-time school staff looked at me like they rather fuck me than help.
"N-Nikolai," Dean Richards stammers, blinking rapidly. "What a surprise…you could have placed your name on the sign-in sheet, and I would have called on you when I was done with Miss Sincere."
Niko gives him a dazzling smile. "You know those rules don't apply to me, Richard." I step back when Niko walks closer to the desk.
If God was having a good day in Russia. It was the day he created Niko. Blond hair, perfect complexion, nose, lips, hair, and the clearest eyes I have ever seen. A body to die for, add a little Mexican cartel swag to his upbringing mixed with Russian bratva, and you have a lady killer. The man is a triple threat and hates that he is forced to marry the woman he was raised with, and the feeling is mutual.
Niko slides his gaze over my bare shoulder and lifts my sweater, covering my bra strap. "Be careful, princess... some people are getting the wrong idea." His face goes serious. "You're attracting the wrong attention."
Make that quadruple threat. Astute. Niko isn't stupid but can be the biggest asshole alive.
"What can I do for you, Niko?" Richards asks with a worried expression.
"Eyes on the screen," Niko replies, gesturing with his finger.
Richards looks at his computer. "What am I looking at?"
"What you should be looking at. Class schedules and assisting students during the first week of school."
"I was helping Miss Sincere with…"
"I gotta go. I'll see you later, Niko." I interrupt and rush out of the office.
Who knows the shit Niko will give Dean Richards. I hope he's still here the rest of the week so I can change my classes.
My next class is the same. Not because I suck at science but because of the looks and stares aimed my way since I walked in.
The biology professor finally makes an appearance, and the door slams shut, causing everyone to take a seat.
The room has auditorium-styled seating, giving me ample view of everyone from where I'm seated in the top left row, like Santi. He's sitting next to Ezekiel. Since we are all close in age, it’s not uncommon to have the same classes. Except, Niko is older by two years.
Ezekiel spots me and shakes his head disapprovingly.
"Welcome to Biology. My name is Dr. Daniel. I want to make sure you are in the right class. This is a freshman course." He looks around the room. ''Check your schedules to make sure you are in the right place." He looks up. ''Yes?" My eyes follow his line of sight to see Santi lower his hand with a grin.
"Yes, professor. There is someone in the wrong class." He shifts in his seat, and his roguish eyes land on mine and points directly at me. “She's in the wrong class. See… she followed me here." Ezekiel chuckles, and so do some of his friends I spot from the basketball and football teams. When the class quiets, Santi stifles a cough and blurts, "Stalker." Causing more people to join in laughing.
