Fallen by Jordan Wadley (freenovel24 .TXT) 📕

I smirked down at her and grabbed my bag before walking casually down the halls of the silent school. I had French for my next class and since she didn't have a class this period, I was allowed in her classroom once I've already finished my work in Biology. I could only pray lanthanum was correct to the bonus question, if it wasn't then me and that big hunk of muscle would definitely have a talk.

Madam Elise was one of my favorite teachers. Being fairly young, she understood her students better and her kind attitude always pulled me in like a magnet. Madam moved from France a few years back, bringing some souvenirs with her to class along the way.

After a few minutes of silent sketching in the back of her classroom the bell rang its' screeching sounds across the large building. I was only thankful I wasn't in the hall to hear the terrible sounds, the sound could drive someone blind. Yes, I said blind. Not def, blind.

One by one students filed into the now chatter filled room. I never had to worry about moving my drawings or books from the seat next to me because, like I said before, I was like the plague.

Finishing up the touching finishes of my drawing, I begin to finish up the dark outline. The woman on the piece of paper looked up at me and deep into my eyes, the emotion in the clear eyes could draw anyone in. Though the jaw was too strong and the nose too small, the eyes was what captured my attention the most. I put everything I had into the eyes I looked into everyday, the eyes normally guarded with no emotion and no happiness.

Suddenly I became acutely aware of the hairs on the back of my neck prickling up, standing to attention. I shifted uncomfortably, not bothering to look up at the faces surrounding me, the drawing in front of me was enough to keep my attention.

Then like a chain reaction I caught his strange scent. It was the smell that could simply put me to sleep, the manliness and smell of rain surrounding the entire classroom. Heads shot up at the strange smell wafting over everyone's head. I peeked at the front of the class underneath my eyelashes and saw the familiar looking figure up at the front. I groaned in annoyance and bitter anger. Really? I just got that moron out of my head.

His large frame moved slightly as he handed Madam a piece of paper, I couldn't help but growl at the back of his head involuntarily. Max The Great looked at the class with a neutral face, like switching classes was someone out of the normal. As soon as his eyes skimmed over to my own dark brown eyes, a smirk slid across his face almost like a snake. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed the look on my pale face.

Madam clapped her hands loudly, gathering everyone's attention. "Can I get everyone's attention please?"

The class didn't need to be told twice since everyone's eyes were already focused soley on the man up front. I shook my head and put all my focus back down on the girl in front of me. Every once in a while I'd stop what my pencil was doing just to stare at the emotionally broken eyes on the paper, it seemed almost too realistic.

"Everyone should know Max, he's been attending this school just as long as everyone else. He'll be in our class from now on just to earn the rest of his credits, so please show Max the ropes of my classroom. There are to be no profanities used in my class or any other classroom, while learning French their will be no abuse of this language."

I heard a few snickers and girly laughs illuminating from various parts of the class when she mentioned Max, but he simply ignored them and good-naturally waved at the class.

"Yep, you already know me." Well, that certainly was descriptive. People applauded anyways and disturbing comments where thrown around the room from both women and men. A few guys came up to him and slapped him on the back while some commented on the abuse of language.

I ignored the sounds around me and focused on fixing the jaw of the woman on the page, trying to no avail to fix the smudges on the filled up piece of paper. People shuffled around the room in an attempt to talk to him before the late bell rings. Suddenly it all seemed to stop when someone came to stand mere inches in front of my desk, it was quite nerving if I do say so myself. When someone tapped on the side of my desk my head snapped up to the front where the noise was coming from. His masculine scent entered my nose and I groaned, not even bothering to hide my annoyance of the stranger before me.

I glared at the eyes on the paper now looking up at me, almost teasingly.

As I finally let my eyes roam up the dark jeans of thick and muscle bound thighs, to the light grey t-shirt hiding the constricting muscles beneath. I continued to let my eyes roam the body of this man without shame, taking in every scar and ever detail into memory. He had the body of a fully grown man, hair on the arms and face, it all seemed so weird.

Finally letting my eyes land on his dark yet glowing face, like I'd imagined he had a smirk on his plump lips. It was amazing how someone so young could already have the dark thick hair around his lips, most would find it absolutely disgusting; but girls do chase him around like a small clique.

I smiled up at him almost in distaste, he was too good looking. He knew everywhere he went girls fell down at his feet and he couldn't have cared less.

"Yes?" I asked in a small voice. It wasn't that I was afraid of him, quite the opposite actually.

The whole room looked at the two of us like a real life cliche movie, some smiling and some looking shocked beyond belief. A small smile lit up my face when his strong hands ran through his thick and slick looking hair, it was a sign most men and women did when they were nervous.

"I'm sorry," I blurt out like a moron. My shoulders sagged in relief for apologizing for slamming into him in the halls. However, when his dark eyes melted over to mine questioningly, I suddenly felt the need to punch myself in the face. With a chair, repeatedly. That has a thousand spikes on the edges. How could I've been so retarded, of course he wouldn't care about that and perhaps he didn't even remember.

"No, that's fine. Uh, is it fine if I sit here?" He asked, pointing surely at the normally empty chair next to me. I was shocked into silence for a moment finally realizing he was being serious.

The entire room continued to stay silent, observing the exchange between the two of us.

I didn't know what to say, he'd never talked to me nor had he even acknowledged I ever existed. With an exaggerating sigh I gather my books from the desk and begin to move it onto my other side, It'd be rude if I said no for no reason.

"Sure," I start to say when I began to clumsily knock over a stack of binders in the process.

His hands stopped me. "It's fine, here I got it."

True to his words he swept down and picked up all my books and binders on one hand, perfectly balanced. I skeptically watched him closely, almost everyone he talked to as a family were so balanced and sure of themselves. Max The Great seemed to literally glide with a grace even an angel couldn't possess. Damn it, why'd he have to be so coordinated?

Noticing my clear and clean observation he quickly broke eye contact. Max plopped down in the now empty chair completely and oblivious to the stares around us, even his smile returned to everyone seemed strangely innocent.

I knew he was anything but innocent.

"Is there a reason you sat here instead of with your buddies?" I blurt out without meaning to. "I mean, I'm not trying to sound stupid, which isn't so hard, but with all those empty seats you sit here. It's just a little weird to sit by someone like me."

I wanted to slap myself again at my sudden blurting, I couldn't shut up when I was around him.

"I actually want to listen to class instead of talking to those idiots." A smirk fell on his thick lips again and, to avoid staring like a moron, I turned around and slid my notes over.

"If you want to listen like you say, you might wanna copy these down before going on. It'll be like going into the woods completely unprepared." I had a strange problem with comparing most things to the woods. I love the woods.

A small smile graced my face and his dark eyes lingered on me for a moment, I knew that look. He was like any other bad boy out there, but I couldn't help but be extremely attracted to his strong body and chiseled face.

"Thanks, and yeah I guess you're right." He smiled in return and quickly copied down the words on a separate sheet of paper.

I took my time looking over the faces still staring at only the two of us until my eyes landed on yet another cliche. Her heart shaped face was turned into a small frown of distaste and bitter anger, it wasn't a surprise since she'd been on and off with Max since middle school. They were what alot of people betting on and against, the one couple that had everyone's attention with a simple kiss of affection.

I stared straight at Ally's crystal blue eyes without breaking eye contact, if I broke eye contact I'd end up staring into Max The Great's eyes. I'd settle with hers.

When she finally had enough of staring at my pitiful face she turned around and spoke animatedly with a friend next to her. The boy next to her turned around to stare at me with a question in his eyes, I even stared back.

With an accepted smirk from the boy, he turned around and spoke a few words to Ally before cutting her out of the conversation once more.

Ally was the Queen Bee of the whole cliche movie, she had the blond hair and all. The only difference between an actually cliche movie was her beauty. She was naturally beautiful, with the light make-up and perfect bright green eyes. She didn't dye her hair or wear an overly dramatic amount of makeup, her personality was the only problem.

She didn't talk or exactly get along with people who didn't have money, money was the one thing in my school that almost everyone had. No money? No friends. No friends? Then, you'll animatedly become the emotionally verbal punching bag for the entire school.

I rolled my eyes when Ally turned around to stare back at me once more, putting as much distaste and rage behind the glare. Without having to worry about my actions, I stuck my middle finger up as high as I could with an innocent smile on my face. I didn't have to say or do anything to get the message.

Fuck off bitch.

With a childish scoff she turned around and gossiped with the boy once more, this time not turning around to stare at me with curiosity, the boy simply blew her off.

Joy, I've made a new friend. I internally laugh at the idea of Ally. Mommy would be so proud.

I scoff at myself and continue my endless drawings, finally