CHAPTER 3

Robert looked up and saw an average looking girl, standing near the door of the classroom. She looked calm and composed, as if this was nothing new to her. She has a small smile on her face, a bit of a smirk. Her eyes were like clear emerald, vivid and shiny, symbolizing the beautiful trees in the forest. But what attracts him the most was her white blonde hair. It was a unique shade of platinum and it does not even looked dyed, more of a natural shade. It was his first time seeing this shade of blonde in real life. It looked sleek and smooth. It made him want to touch whether it really felt as soft as it looks.

A few minutes ago, he was playing catch with some of his friends from the same pack, jumping here and there, laughing out loud. Edward, who was sitting next to him, ignored their horseplay and was reading the sport news from his mobile phone. When the rugby ball nearly hit him straight up, he managed to avoid it and even captured it with one hand. He had stood up and threw the ball back at the guy who had thrown it earlier, hitting him straight on the forehead.

Robert had laughed as he watched this. Sometimes Edward can't take jokes and when he was seriously pissed, even Robert knew when to back away.

Now, Robert was staring at the girl, a puzzled look on his face when he heard Mrs. Harris, his homeroom teacher, telling them that they have a new student. The teacher then beckoned her to come closer and introduced herself.

When the girl stood in front of the class, she lifted her face and their eyes met.

He could see the surprised look on her face before she put on a calm look. She broke off their gaze and looked away. "Hello everyone. My name's Sarah James. Just moved into town last week. First day in school," she said quickly, finishing off with a huge cheeky smile and a peace sign.

The class fell into silence. And seconds later, erupted into laughter. This girl is a joker, it seems.

"That's it, Sarah?" Mrs. Harris asked, smiling.

Sarah nodded, still smiling as well. Apparently, she does not like to talk much in front of the class.

"Okay, you can get to your seat at the back of the class," the teacher said.

Sarah looked over and her eyes met Robert's once more. It seems like there was an empty seat behind him. He watched her walking towards him and then past him to get to the seat behind him. He could smell the sweet smell of pine trees and honeysuckle. He blinked his eyes in surprise and shook his head. "What is this?" he mumbled to himself softly.

Just as she sat down, a girl who sat next to her, leaned over and introduced herself. "Hey, I'm Dara. Nice to meet you, Sarah."

Sarah grinned and gave a small wave. "Likewise."

Mrs. Harris then began to call out the names of the students for attendance.

Once done, she left them to their own devices, while she does her own work. And the class resumed its noisiness from before but not as much.

Half an hour later, the bell rang, indicating that homeroom was over and class will be starting soon.

Everyone in class began to pack their things up and leave the room. Some were still sitting in the class. Probably because their next class was in the room they were currently at, as well.

Sarah, who was still packing her stuff, looked at her schedule, which she placed on the table. Robert, who had turned around, accidentally saw that she has Maths for her first class. From what Robert could remember from his schedule, he, too has Maths for his first class.

Trying to pretend that he was not interested, he saw, from the corner of his eyes, Dara standing next to her. "What's your next class, Sarah?" Dara asked.

"Ugh, I got Maths, unfortunately," she answered, with a groan. Seems like she does not like Maths, Robert thought with a small smile.

Dara laughed. "Oh, I have Maths too. Lets go. We can go there together."

Sarah nodded as she followed Dara out of the classroom. Dara was the class president. She has always been a friendly girl. Smart, as well.

Robert watched the two girls walk away. He was still sitting in his seat with his chin on top of his palm, his elbow resting on the table. He could not figure out why there was something about Sarah that attracted him. Although, he had always been a sucker for blonde girls, Sarah was not that pretty. In fact, he had just noticed that when she smiled, her mouth was kind of wide. Her eyes were round and big, more like doe-eyed as if they do not have much experience in life. Robert had always gone for girls with exotic cat eyes. He thought they looked more beautifully shaped that way. And she was not even that tall. She most likely could only reach his chest. He probably will hurt his neck, trying to talk to her. Nope, she was not his type.

Edward, who was sitting next to him, leaned over and asked, "What's with you?"

More of his pack-mates who were in the same homeroom as them walked over.

Seeing more people joining them, Robert shook his head. "Nothing," he said. He did not want to voice out his concerns out loud.

He then looked at the door where Sarah had left. "Maths, huh?" He said softly to himself. He would get to the bottom of this, the sooner the better.

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Robert went to his locker, together with Edward and his other friends. His other friends were also in the pack with him. He liked to see them as friends, rather than his cronies, as some rudely call them. But then again, he did not really care about what other people think because he will be the Alpha in the future. He has other things to better think of, rather than petty things like these.

He grabbed his textbooks and notebooks from the locker before locking it shut. They then went to their next class together. Although, he does not really like Maths, but he was really good in the subject. It seems like his brain can calculate faster and logically, which helped him to score high on tests and quizzes.

He was about to go to his seat, when at the corner of his eye, he saw Sarah. He looked over and watch her laughing and talking with some other girls. Clearly, she fit in the crowds quite quickly. It can be seen from how she introduced herself earlier at homeroom.

As he studied her more, he realized that she was not that bad. She looked quite pretty when she laughed. It would seem that when one let out that genuine smile of theirs, they can be pretty and even beautiful.

He shook his head, out of these thoughts. "No," he said to himself vehemently. "She is definitely not my type."