The two males at the desk behind us chuckled at our interaction. They had been eavesdropping on the whole conversation.

My neck grew goosebumps as the owner of the deeper and raspier voice moved closer.

"Are you always this nerdy, Medusa?" Stone asked, his deep spoken words filled with taunt.

"My name is Ella. E-l-l-a." I emphasised my words while biting them out, but I never gave him the satisfaction of turning around again as I spoke "If you cannot make sense of that then you are in the wrong English class. I would happily escort you to the nearest preschool."

He had moved closer towards me. The sound of his chair creaking and the increasing goosebumps on my skin were evidence of that.

"You will not get rid of me that easily." He grumbled under his breath.

The lesson continued. I hardly paid attention. I was too busy looking around the class at the curious spectators who were whispering. All the twenty or so pair of eyes of my classmates were on the two new males.

Most girls were stealing glances and giggling at the sight of fresh new meat which made me roll my eyes.

From listening to the whispers and the hushed conversations, it was easy to conclude that every person in the room feared the man seated behind me.

In the middle of the room where the jocks were also talking about the newcomers, Chase was staring in my direction.

The quarterback met my gaze and frowned before mouthing "Are you friends with them?"

I shrugged and ignored the tingling sensation that tickled my neck.

Lana was speaking to Brennan, and I pretended I was listening to them instead of what I was really doing.

I pretended to look down at my notebook while I turned to the side and watched the grouchy and mean-looking face in my peripheral vision.

Stone had a clenched jaw and a look of thunderous fury on his face.

Mr Dankworth began showing the class a slideshow of different literary techniques and it made me think about how weird it was that he never got the two newcomers to stand up and introduce themselves.

It was so unlike the English teacher as he always had a keen interest in knowing his students. However, he never asked them anything. It was like he already knew who they were.

I could understand why the English teacher never got Stone to stand up and talk about himself. His demeanour was not something for a friendly introduction to the class.

His glare and scowl were so terrifying that it was kind of impressive. I entertained the idea of sticking horns on him and keeping him for Halloween to scare away the trick or treaters.

Other girls in the class quietly giggled and it was obvious they found him impressive too.

He was scary and intimidating but he was not ugly. He was the furthest thing from it, unfortunately.

Chase stuck his hand up in the air and everyone in the room turned to look at the middle of the room.