Chapter 65 Chapter 65
Angelina’s POV
I slung my backpack over one shoulder and walked through the main entrance of Roseville High. The morning air was still cool, but the campus was already buzzing with energy. Students clustered around in their team jerseys and hoodies—football shirts, basketball warm-ups, track uniforms. Over on the field, some kids were tossing a frisbee around while others shot hoops on the outdoor court. Spirit Week posters covered every available wall space in the hallways, advertising pep rallies and dress-up days.
I kept my head down and headed toward my locker.
"Aria! Wait up!"
I recognized that voice. Kai.
He jogged up beside me, slightly out of breath, and moved to block my path. His expression was all concern and worry, like we were still something to each other.
"Hey, I saw you getting taken into that van by those guys. I was really worried about you. You can tell me what happened—I'm here if you need to talk."
I stopped walking and looked at him. Really looked at him.
I kept my face blank. "Move."
"Aria, come on, I was worried about you—"
"Good dogs don't block the road. Move aside."
My tone was ice-cold, and I saw him flinch a little. But he didn't move yet. Instead, he tried to explain himself.
"Look, about that letter you wrote me—I swear it wasn't my idea to post it online. Kayla made me do it. She said if I didn't, she'd—"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
I cut him off before he could finish. I didn't care about his excuses. The original Aria's humiliation was all over social media because of him, and the entire school laughed at her for weeks.
I took a step closer. My voice dropped lower. "Stay away from me. Don't talk to me. Don't even look at me. Otherwise, I'll make sure you disappear from my sight. Permanently."
Something shifted in the air between us. His face went pale, and for a second, I saw real fear flash across his eyes. It was like some primal part of him recognized a threat he couldn't explain.
He stumbled backward and moved out of my way without another word.
I walked past him without looking back.
By the time I got to homeroom, the usual crowd was already there. Mia sat in the front row, organizing her color-coded binder like always.
Logan came rushing in holding a massive stack of papers.
"Aria! Oh thank god you're here!"
He practically threw himself at my desk, dumping the pile of Algebra 1 late assignments in front of me.
"Come on, Aria, help me out here! Ms. Wilson is making me organize and staple all these myself before I can turn them in. This is ridiculous! Who even has time for this?"
I stared at him. Then at the mountain of crumpled, unstapled worksheets. Then back at him.
"You're kidding me."
"Please? I'll owe you one!"
I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms. "Good luck."
Then I turned away and went back to pulling out my own notebook.
"Seriously?!" Logan groaned.
Mia walked past us on her way back from throwing something in the trash. She'd clearly heard the whole thing because she stopped and smirked at Logan.
"She aced Algebra while you're here begging. Do your own work, man."
Logan slumped over his desk dramatically. "I hate my life."
The first period bell rang, and Mrs. Peterson walked into the classroom. But she wasn't alone—there was someone behind her.
I recognized him immediately. The cocky guy from Saturday night. This had to be Kai's future beta—Leo had mentioned him before.
"Alright everyone, settle down. We have a new student joining us today. This is Silas Becker."
The classroom went completely silent for about two seconds. Then the whispering started.
"Oh my god, he's hot."
"He could literally be homecoming king."
"Dude looks like he walked out of a Netflix show."
I glanced up briefly. Silas had dark brown hair with a natural wave to it, a sharp jawline, and the kind of face that probably stopped conversations in hallways. He was wearing a fitted henley and dark jeans—typical athletic build, nothing too flashy. But yeah, the reactions weren't exactly surprising.
Then he snapped his fingers, and a red rose appeared in his hand.
The girls in the front row gasped.
"Hey everyone, I'm Silas. Just transferred here from out of state."
He walked up to Mrs. Peterson's desk and handed her the rose with an easy smile. "For you, Mrs. Peterson. Thanks for having me in your class."
Mrs. Peterson laughed and accepted it. "Well, aren't you charming. Welcome to Roseville High."
The whispers got louder.
"Did you see that? So smooth!"
"I'm literally obsessed."
Logan rolled his eyes so hard I thought they might get stuck. "Magic tricks? Really? What is this, a birthday party?"
Mrs. Peterson clapped her hands. "Alright, that's enough. I'll get you a textbook and catch you up later—we've got the Spirit Week assembly second period anyway."
She gestured around the room. "Find an open seat and we'll get started."
There were a few empty desks scattered around—two in the front row, one in the middle, and two in the back near me and Logan.
Silas didn't hesitate. He walked straight to the back of the room and dropped into the empty seat right next to mine.
I kept my eyes on my notebook.
He tapped on my desk. "Yo, we meet again."
I didn't look up.
He leaned a little closer and lowered his voice—but not enough that the people around us couldn't hear. "So... about Saturday night. You gonna teach me that move or what?"
Now I looked at him.
He was grinning, completely unbothered, leaning back in his chair like he owned the place. "Come on, I need a mentor. That was insane."
Then, quieter, just for me: "You look up, I'm taking that as a yes."
I studied him for a second. Talented, probably. Good instincts. And bold enough to just declare himself my student without asking first.
If he'd actually asked politely, I would've said no.
I didn't answer him. Just raised an eyebrow.
He smirked. "I'll take that as a yes."
"Wait, WHAT?!" Logan practically jumped out of his seat and whipped around to stare at me. "Teach you what?! When did you meet him? What happened Saturday?!"
The classroom exploded. The rest of the class was losing it too.
"The hot new guy knows Aria?"
"Wait, he wants her to teach him something? What?"
A girl two rows over leaned forward. "Teach you what? Are you guys friends?"
Someone else chimed in. "Maybe gaming? Or like... racing stuff?"
"Dude, this is wild."
Mrs. Peterson raised her voice. "Alright, alright, settle down everyone. Save the socializing for lunch. Open your textbooks to chapter six."
The noise died down reluctantly, but I could still feel everyone's eyes on me.
Silas stretched his arms behind his head and shot me another grin. "We'll talk at lunch."
He ran a hand through his hair and turned to face the board, looking completely satisfied with himself.
I raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.
Logan leaned over and muttered under his breath, "What the hell... 'mentor'? Since when do you mentor people..."
I ignored him and flipped open my textbook.