"Mine is a hundred and seven." Brennan answered, "Stone's is a hundred and twelve."

It took half a second to realise that my locker was number a hundred and fourteen.

His locker was way too close to mine for comfort. I did not want a cocky remark or a mythology-inspired insult every school day of the year.

Stone had not spoken a word since entering the school. His striking obsidian gaze just narrowed in on me like an animal eyeing up its dinner.

I walked faster and he did too. I then slowed down and he did too.

A chill shot up my spine like a bolt of electricity. It warmed the whole of my body like a blanket of security.

I slowly came to a stop when we neared the correct set of lockers. I turned around and then looked up at him, my neck straining as I lifted my chin.

"Do you speak?" I questioned up to the silent man.

He directed his head downwards so that he could lean further towards my body and tower over me.

"When I want to." His deep voice was gruff and hoarse like he was not used to stringing a sentence together.

The faintest hint of black stubble covered his harsh jawline. His dark hair was parted to the side in a tousled way and a strand had fallen onto his forehead.

I narrowed my eyes up at him while declaring "My plan is to avoid you forevermore."

A guttural noise that sounded like it had come from a deep dark cave escaped him as he uttered "You are breaking my heart."

Someone overhearing the conversation might have believed his words if it were not for his emotionless face.

I was in a fight or flight mode, and I so happened to have picked fight.

"Do you even have a heart?" I countered back while eyeing him up and down as I shortened the distance between us "Perhaps you do. Maybe it is just hidden deep in that big steroid infested body."

Everything about this man made me nervous and it was not just because he was the most intimidating being I had ever seen.

My bones felt weak, and my knees felt like jelly. My body felt like it was burning and being obliterated. My whole nerve system had shut down and refused to let me move.

"It is all real muscle, Medusa." He rasped out, the deep voice an almost grunt "Do you want a feel?"

I blinked up at him.

I hated making eye contact with people. I always had since I was a little girl, but I had learned how to do it, so I did not seem overly rude.

The obsidian gaze currently heating up my face gave me no choice but to make eye contact with him. The gaze was demanding and domineering.

I eventually turned my head to the side before giving him a side glare while I murmured "My plan is definitely to avoid you forevermore."