Chapter 7

Sweet Aphrodite's POV

"This is Daniella Silver," the teacher said while smiling and tapped the shoulder of the girl. It seems like Daniella did not like that.

She pushed away the teacher's hand with her irritated expression. She looks annoyed and unapproachable. Her short black hair has a few strands of red. She has a fair complexion, a deep set of black dull eyes, and a petite body. She seems a bit taller than me.

The teacher did not notice it and proceed on introducing the guy. "And this is her twin brother, Daniel Silver."

The guy has a lean built. He has a fair complexion, too, and has the almost exact features of Daniella, only he's a guy. He is taller than his sister and he looks tamed.

I thought they are together with the blue-eyed guy but it seems like they are strangers to each other. The two sat on the seats at my back. And I have this feeling that they are staring at me although I can not see them. Or am I just imagining things? Why would they do that?

"And this is Rage Hunter."

Unlike the two, this man has a light and vibrant aura. The girls sighed dreamily when he flashed his smile. He looks charming and innocent.

Our eyes met again and his blue eyes seem sparkling in delight. I looked down and opened my notebook just to avoid his melting stares. He is something. I am feeling something foreign.

He sat on the seat at the aisle just across me. Something is pulling me to look at him and when I did, I saw him curiously staring at me. When he noticed that I am looking, he waved his hand a bit. I just gave him a small smile and I nodded before I focused my vision on the board.

Why is he acting like that? Or maybe he's just too friendly?

I waited for the break time patiently. When the time arrived, instead of taking my break, I gathered things and walked my way towards the faculty room. I need to talk with Sir Pablo.

I greeted first and made sure I am not disturbing the professors before I entered the room. I immediately saw Sir Pablo, busy checking our assignments on his desks. I cleared my throat before I greeted him.

"Good morning, Sir," I uttered politely.

He just glanced at me for a second then looked back at the papers. "What can I do for you, Miss Villegaz?" he said in his usual formal voice.

"Are you okay, Sir?"

His brow arched but he just keeps on checking the papers. "Yes, I am. Thank you for asking. I just woke up late. I apologize for that."

My eyes widened a bit and I waved my hand, shocked by his apology. "Oh, no, Sir. You don't need to apologize. I understand why you were late since we encountered a dangerous situation last night. That's exhausting," I said. "Are you still hurting, Sir?"

He looked up at me with a confused expression. "W-what are you talking about, Miss Villegaz?"

My brows furrowed. "I think you were scratched by the vampire last-"

"You are talking nonsense!" he cut me off and shook his head.

I stepped forward, desperation is growing inside me. "What do you mean, Sir Pablo? We were together last night to gather evidence that vampires do exist." I whispered, not wanting to be heard by the other teachers.

Sir Pablo looked at me with a hint of madness on his face. He removed his eyeglasses and glared at me.

"Stop talking nonsense and childish things! I am your professor and we are not the same age for you to make those things up and disrespect me!"

I stepped back in a mixture of fear and shock. I swallowed hard when I noticed that the other professors are curiously looking at our spot. I confusedly look at Sir Pablo. I can't understand why is he acting this way, clueless about what happened last night.

"I am sorry, but Sir-"

He clenched his jaw and he looks like he is losing all his patience. I squeezed my hand to stop myself from pushing things.

"Leave now, Miss Villegaz. I'll forget this meeting and I would not let your perfect image as a student in my mind be tainted by this. Leave."

I sighed and nodded. I don't want to leave. I still want to ask and prove things but I don't want him to be mad at me. I almost walk out of the faculty room absent-minded.

What just happened? What happened to Sir Pablo? Why he is suddenly acting like what happened last night isn't true? Did the mysterious man who saved us do something that made him forget?

I went inside a pavilion and sat weakly. I am so confused.

The fear is growing inside me when a thought entered my mind. What if it did not really happen and I just dreamed that? Or my mind just made those up?

I frustratedly pulled my hair. I am not crazy. Those encounters are not imaginations. Those are all true. And Aaron even said that he saw Sir Pablo in the car, sleeping soundly and some part of his clothes are ripped off like it was scratched out. There are even bloodstains.

That is evidence that proves what happened last night.

But why does Sir Pablo acting like that? He looks clueless about the things that I said.

I want to shout in frustration. Now, I am more confused and bothered. Why these things are happening to me?

I suddenly looked up when I heard a chuckle. I blinked consecutively when I saw the transferee named Rage is looking at me as if I am amusing him. When I realized that both of my hands are pulling my hair, I immediately let go of it. I combed some of the tangled strands of my hair with my comb while I am feeling a bit shy that I looked crazy when he saw me.

I don't know him that is why I find it awkward to be alone with him inside this pavilion. I stood and put the strap of my bag on my shoulder. I was about to walk past him but he stopped me by holding me on my wrist. My eyes darted on his hand on me. My lips parted when I felt small voltages of electricity, crawling on my skin from his touch.

This is familiar. I have met a lot of guys and some accidentally touched me but no one has made me feel this.

Just this man in front of me and the man who saved me.

I looked up at him and I stared at his face.

It is impossible to be him. Rage has the same eye color as me while the mysterious man has gray pair. And that man from last night has a different vibe. Yes, he was gentle to me and I feel safe with him, but his built and moves are screaming danger and roughness. And this man is the complete opposite. He is like the happy sunshine personified.

"Hi," he said and smiled softly, his blue eyes are clear and happy.

"Hello," I uttered.

I thought he is going to talk about something but he just stood there, staring at me intently with his gentle eyes. I feel awkward and nervous that is why I looked away then I slowly pulled away my hand from his grip.

Things and events around me keep on getting weird.

When I am already free from his grip, I started walking away. My heart is pounding that I need to touch my chest to make myself sure that I won't come out. Why do they have the same effect?

"Long time no see, my angel," I heard him said.