seven souls seven sins - Chapter 41: Chapter 41

Natasha's pov:
We get to English and he walks in without holding the door for me. "Uh rude much." I say to his back as I enter the classroom. He doesn't reply back to me and sits on a chair. I try sit beside him but his hand quickly moves onto the chair beside him and he says "Not today."
Uh, what the fuck.
I stand there in shock. I peer into his green eyes trying to find a reason for his sudden reaction but I can't. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something wrong? "Yo Princess, over here!" I hear Flynn's voice boom throughout the room. He has a spare chair beside him so I make my way towards him.
"Hey Flynn, thanks." I greet him. He smiles at me and gestures for me to sit beside him. "Hey love." He turns to face me. "You feelin' better?" He asks with concern. "Much better don't worry." I respond back. I remember that the last time that I was with Flynn, was the day I fainted.
He must still think that I'm sick.
"My biological brothers urged me to eat more so I'm doing better." I mention. "That's great Tash, I'm glad that you're getting the help you deserve." He warmly smiles at me. "Me too." I reply. "Me too." I repeat again in a quieter tone. To change the subject away from me, I ask him a question.
"Are you going to the gaf tomorrow?"
He shakes his head negatively as the teacher walks in. "Nah, I need to be in tip top shape for the raid on Sunday. Don't wanna be hungover ya know. Guns and alcohol don't mix well together." He explains his reason. "Yea that's smart." I reply feeling dumb. Flynn notices this and asks "You're not going, right?"
I look down to my palms. He will definitely know if I lie or not so I might as well tell him the truth. "So basically.." I begin.
Time Passes:
I tell Flynn everything from the time Nico persuaded me to go, to the time when the twins found out about the blackmail. Flynn's mouth was wide open during all of it. By the time I know it, class is almost over. We were talking A LOT but the teacher didn't seem to care since we were speaking English at the end of the day.
Perks of living in England.
I also managed to notice that Nico wasn't participating as much in class as he used to. He didn't answer one question and didn't let anyone sit beside him. Beforehand, I noticed that a few girls had asked to sit beside him but he shrugged them off too. What happened to him?
He was in a good mood earlier today. What changed?
I hear the bell ring out loud and watch as the rest of the class packs up to go. Flynn isn't in the same French class as me so I begin to leave the room when I overhear the teacher saying something. "Nico, can you wait here for a few minutes so we can have a little chat."
He groans in frustration and slumps back down in his chair. I don't want to eavesdrop on their conversation so I find my way to the French classroom.
When I enter, I spot a familiar face, Xander's face. He already had a girl sitting beside him so I look for another seat. I recognise her as Vanessa. I spot one near the front and sit there. There's no one beside me thankfully. I don't know if anyone wants to sit beside me anyways. Especially after that fight video got released.
I wouldn't want to sit beside me either.
The French teacher walks in with her laptop and sits on her chair. She hooks up her laptop to the digital board and starts to call out the roll. One by one she calls out everyone's names. "Natasha Clark." She calls. "Présente!" I answer. For some reason, Xander looks at me when she calls out my surname.
He looks sad, his eyes soften when they meet mine.
"Nico Harper." She calls but with no response. She was about to tick him off as absent but then the door swings open and in comes, you guessed it, Nico fucking Harper. "Désolé, je parlais à un professeur. (Sorry, I was talking to a teacher.)" He apologises to the teacher.
His french is impeccable.
He scans the room for a place to sit and I do too. I search the room but the only free seat is the one beside me. His eyes meet mine and he looks away suddenly not wanting to look at me. Ha, karmas a bitch. "Merde." He murmurs to himself. "Language Mr. Harper!" The teacher scolds him.
He reluctantly sits beside me and leans back into his chair, manspreading.
God, men annoy me.
I watch him look up to the sky. How his jawline looks so perfect in the sun. His dark blackish-brown hair gleams in the school lighting and his eyes. Those eyes are the end of me, I swear to god. What snaps me out of my daze isn't him though. In fact, it's what is on the digital board.
'La bise' is shown in big bold writing.
I watch Nico read the board and I admire his adam's apple moving again. My attention is now focused on the teacher as she clears her throat. "Bonjour class, today we are going to learn about La bise. La bise is the greeting where a person gently bumps cheeks against another person, while making a kissing sound." She explains.
She then continues whilst going through the slideshow. "La bise literally just means kiss in French. The way La bise goes depends on the person. Some don't make any sound at all. Others actually kiss the other person's cheeks. Typically, you do La bise to say hi. If friends introduce you to their friends, then La bise is also appropriate in that circumstance."
She finalises "For today's lesson, please turn to the person sitting next to you and practise La bise for the next 10 minutes."
I was so utterly fucked. I hear most of the girls in the class squeal, especially Vanessa. If I was her, I would be screaming out of disgust. Kissing Xander on the cheek would be a nightmare. He would probably give you a billion diseases, gross. My attention is mainly fixated on the man beside me.
The one I have to kiss.
I watch his chest rise and fall quicker than before. A small tinge of pink flushes against his cheeks and he looks away to hide it from me even though I already saw it. I let out a wide grin knowing that I make him feel like that. I turn my chair towards him and I say "Are we going to do this or what?"
He finally turns to face me.
His mesmerising eyes meet mine. He bites his lip in hesitation but then agrees. "Fine by me." He scoots his chair to face mine, his legs still apart. "Okay, let's do one on the right and then one on the left alright?" I clarify. "Yes ma'am." He replies. I lean in to kiss the left side of his face because that's my right.
He did not think the same.
He leaned in to kiss my right instead of his right. Our lips touch for a brief moment before I hastily pull away. For the mere moment that our lips touched, something sparked between us. His soft lips tasted like whiskey mixed with vanilla. Time felt slower than usual. My heart rate quickened in pace.
My heart beat was out of control.
My rapid thoughts bring me back to the present. We're just staring at each other, speechless. "I- uh." I stutter whilst the words don't form out of my mouth. He can't take his eyes off my lips. "It was my right, wasn't it?" I nod to answer his rhetorical question. My cheeks tint a light pink.
I hate the way he makes me feel.
The feelings that I have for him are uncontrollable, I don't know how to maintain them. I don't even know what they are if I'm being honest. My biological brothers are going to kill me.
All of a sudden, Nico reaches for his bag on the floor and covers his crotch area. His cheeks tinge a pinkish colour and his gaze is directed at the floor. He refuses to look at me. His breathes get heavier by the minute. "Fuck." He murmurs to himself and tilts his head back.
What the fuck is going on with him?
"I should've clarified who's right side we should've started on, before we started." I take the fall. "Don't blame yourself Ms.Perfect." He denies my previous statement. "Oh so now you call me Ms.Perfect?" I rebuttal back. He smirks at me and says "You're so cute when you're mad."
"Am not." I reply and cross my arms.
"Are too!" He playfully grins at me. I roll my eyes at him. We both turn our chairs to face how they were originally. "About earlier.." I begin. He nods for me to continue. "I don't know if it was something I said or something I did but, I'm sorry." I apologise to him, not even knowing what I'm apologising for.
He looks at me and responds in a soft voice "Don't worry Ms.Perfect, I was just overreacting earlier, don't beat yourself up over it."
"Xander! My eyes are here baby!" I hear Vanessa's irritating voice complain which snaps me out of the moment. I glance towards her direction to figure out what all the commotion was about. Xander's eyes find mine, and he doesn't look happy in the slightest. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. He definitely witnessed that half-kiss with Nico.
I'm so done for.
His eyes won't leave us. His brows are furrowed and I can practically see steam coming out from his ears. He is MAD, to say the least. "You are so done for." I hear Nico whisper to my ear. Apparently he was watching Xander too. "If anything, it's you who is done for." I reply back playfully.
We were both done for.
"And for the record, if I'm going down, I'm taking you with me." I sarcastically gleam.
Time Passes:
We both decided that the best way that we would both get out of this situation alive was if we just ignored Xander and completed our work. The teacher had given us a worksheet to complete on La Bise and that was what Nico and I were completing together. "Pssstt Nat, what did you get for number 7?" Nico quietly asks me.
Can this chap not do anything by himself?
"Les Parisiens choisissent de s'embrasser deux fois sur la joue gauche. (Parisians choose to kiss each other twice on the left cheek.)" I reply whilst completing question number 10. "Merci, Ms.Perfect." He replies nicely. We hear the bell ring and we begin to pack up our stuff.
"You going anywhere for break?" He asks me as he zips up his bag.
"Just my locker. I need to grab some books for lesson 3 and 4." I reply back. "Do you mind some extra company?" He asks me with his bag on one shoulder. "Not in the slightest." I say with a wink. We then proceed to walk to my locker after I finished packing up my bag.
"So, how did Xavier react to the blackmail yesterday?" A Nico curiously asks.
"Well, Mr.Mysterious, they were extremely mad at first, but I think that they're more mad at you than at me." I admit. He laughs at the last part. "The real question is, when are they not mad at me?" I giggle at his expression. He smiles as he watches me giggle. His eyes soften when he looks at me.
His gorgeous green eyes.
"Don't worry about them though, they mean no harm." I clear up. I didn't want him to be scared of them. They're actually kinda nice when you get to know them. "When I came into school with a black eye is when they meant harm." He added on. I playfully push his arm. "Oh please, they aren't that violent." I dismiss his statement, not knowing the truth.
I spot my locker in the distance, but there's two people leaning on it.
As we walk closer to my locker, their figures become more familiar each step. They're both, 6ft ish, both have dark brown hair, and then Nico and I get close enough to recognise them.
It's the twins, and they DON'T look happy.