Chapter 4 True definition of a demigod

Evangeline

"Evangeline, come downstairs now and start preparing breakfast before I come up there" screamed Madam Hilda, my stepmother.

I sighed, kissed my dead mom's photo, and mumbled a good morning before quickly going to the bathroom to freshen up.

As usual, the car had already left so I have to walk and get there before 8:00, or else I'm screwed.

Anyway, that's not going to be a problem because that's how my life has been for the past six years, three months, twenty-seven days so let's just say I've gotten used to it.

I got to school at exactly 7:50 which meant I had ten minutes for myself.

As I walked through the hallway, I was sad to see everyone staring at me with disgust and hatred. I know this isn't the first time but it still hurt me when they look at me like that; like I wasn't a human being just like them who also had feelings; feelings that can be hurt.

"Eww, it's her. She's so ugly"

"How could she do something so cruel and still have the guts to pretend"

"I hate her so much"

I just wanted to cry. Those comments hurt like hell. I felt tears welling up in my eyes ready to fall but I kept them in.

I walked hurriedly to a class I knew would be empty. I pulled my economics textbook out of my bag once I settled knowing fully well that it was our first subject.

When I heard the bell, I waited for about five minutes to make sure the hallway was empty before coming out. I don't think I can take their insults all over again.

Halfway there, I heard a deep voice behind me. I was so sure the hallway was empty...wait was he talking to me?

"Hi" he repeated when he noticed I didn't respond. I didn't want to leave him hanging since he was the first person to attempt a conversation with me in a long time.

You've got to understand me though, I was in shock.

Someone was actually talking to me after three long months.

When I turned, I couldn't breathe. There is no freaking way this guy in front of me is human. He's the true definition of a demigod; so beautiful. Same as the one who tackled me to the ground on my way here.

Seriously though, what is up with me meeting demigods today?

He was approximately 6'5 towering over me, with rough brown hair and mesmerizing blue eyes that pinned me to this exact spot, extremely tempting lips, and an incredibly masculine physique.

OMG, this guy was handsome.

He was putting on a blue bottom-up shirt with matching blue jeans but still looked great.

"Can you please show me the 3-01 class?"

Finally noticing I'd been gawking this whole time, I looked down at my feet, my face heating up in embarrassment.

"Come with me, that's where I'm heading anyway." I was glad I didn't stutter considering the fact that I was nervous as hell.

I turned a corner with him trailing subtly behind me. After taking two fleets of stairs we were standing in front of our class.

As soon as I opened the door, the teacher who was none other than Mrs. Taylor stopped both Mr handsome and I.

"Why are you late this time Miss Parker?" she questioned, her glasses lowered.

"Uhm, I was err...bringing him here," I said nervously.

She gave me a hard look before uttering the words "Alright, you can have your seat now." I sighed in relief and quickly took my seat in the last row.

She reverted her attention to Mr handsome. The students gasped when they finally laid eyes on him. Then came the comments.

"OMG, he's so hot"

"He's so fucking tall and I like it"

"Damn look at those biceps bulging out of his shirt"

"He's not that good-looking. I'm more handsome than him" said a voice proudly obviously jealous.

"Yeah right!" someone said sarcastically and the whole class burst into laughter.

"Hi guys I'm Chase Andrew and it's so nice to meet y'all," he said and the students cooed.

I heard the girl in front of me, Alice whisper "I can't wait to have him all to myself" but I ignored her.

Some girls can be so shameless.

He was told to take his seat and he started striding in my direction. I was wondering why because be can literally sit anywhere else... Hold up...after taking a glance around the room, I realized that there were only two vacant seats which were the ones beside me.

This can't possibly be happening to me.

Should I even be happy or sad? I seriously don't know how to feel right now.

After being lonely for is long, I actually started to enjoy it.

Feel free to call me crazy. Who enjoys being lonely blah, blah, blah?

As he walked, eyes followed but he didn't seem to care. I figure he was already used to it but I cared because everyone was staring at me when he sat on my right making me extremely nervous.

I hate attention.

Mrs. Taylor cleared her throat and I let out a deep sigh of relief when I noticed the attention had been diverted back to her.

Class continued and I paid rapt attention making sure to jot down the key points.

Even though I knew the answer to every question presented to the class, I never once raised my hand to answer any because I was too shy.

I simply wrote the answers in my book.

Class ended and before I could say jack, his table was crowded with girls offering to 'help' in any way. The bold ones gave him their number to call whenever he wanted to 'talk'.

I rolled my eyes and averted my gaze to the book in front of me. I noticed someone's piercing gaze on me. I turned to see Mr handsome no... Chase staring at me looking lost. I raised an eyebrow in inquisition and he just shrugged.