ELLISON. Beneath that was the subject: MATHEMATICS.
I exhaled a small sigh and walked in.
Might as well get this over with.
CHAPTER FOUR
All eyes darted in my direction as I entered the room. The professor who had moments before been saying something paused.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“I’m Amadeus Angel,” I said. “I believe I’m in your class.”
“Ah—Mr. Angel,” he said smilingly, “I’d wondered what’d happened to you.”
“I got a little turned around,” I lied, pretending to sound embarrassed.
It was like taking candy from a baby.
He smiled sympathetically.
“That’s ok. You’re here now and that’s what matters.”
“Where would you like me to sit?”
“Wherever there’s room,” he said with a shrug, “I don’t have assigned seating.”
I turned round and watched as several of the girls whispered to each other and eyed me appreciatively. But it hardly held my interest for I’d just spotted Jason Cole; apparently he too was in this class.
Ours eyes met for just a second then his roved to something or someone behind me.
Camilla must’ve entered the classroom.
I spotted a couple of seats in the back of the class.
Perfect.
I strolled casually to them. When I sat down I watched Camilla gather her things that were in the seat next to Jason and make her way to the empty seat next to my own.
I had to be the only one in the class whose composure wasn’t rattled by this action. Several of the girls looked shocked while some of the boys were chuckling at the sour expression that had suddenly come over Jason’s face.
Camilla seemed to be loving the attention, but I pretended not to notice all the stares coming my way as she sat down.
Professor Ellison cleared his throat and the room’s focus slowly shifted back to the lecture. And when he started speaking again, I rested my head on my palm and let my mind wander.
As the minutes dragged by my eyes began to droop and soon enough I was asleep. My nap however was short-lived for the professor had just called my name.
My eyes snapped open.
Professor Ellison and several other students were staring at me; some of whom were snickering.
“Well since I seem to be boring you, Mr. Angel,” said Professor Ellison with a touch of annoyance, “perhaps you can answer this equation I have written.”
I looked at the board disinterestedly. The problem was a simple one—well simple for me, anyway. I got to my feet and strode to the front of the class. Professor Ellison was clearly taken aback by my nonchalance. I held out my hand and his eyes narrowed. He put the dry erase marker in my hand, undoubtedly thinking I didn’t have the brains to pull this off.
Smiling, I wrote the answer on the board. The professor was speechless—and from the silence behind me I knew that the class was too. Before anyone could think of anything to say however, the school bell rang.
I tossed Professor Ellison the marker and left the class, coolly.
“Amadeus, wait up!”
It was Camilla. I turned round and saw her striding toward me, but was surprised to see she wasn’t alone: three other girls accompanied her. I found it mildly interesting that Camilla desired to surround herself with girls just as stunning as she was.
“Who’re your friends?” I asked as she approached.
I saw her friends take in my appearance.
“He’s cute,” said a girl with flowing brown hair.
“I like his eyes,” another said appreciatively.
This girl’s hair was glossy black and had blonde highlights streaking through it.
“Is he taken?” asked the third girl.
Her honey-blonde hair was cut very short. So much so that if she wasn’t wearing a skirt and didn’t have such a distractedly feminine figure, I might’ve mistaken her for a boy.
“He is now,” Camilla said taking my hand.
Her friends gawked at her.
“What about Jason?” asked the blonde-haired girl curiously.
“What about him?” Camilla retorted scathingly.
I felt someone bump into me as they hurried past.
It was Jason and from the way that he was scowling at me I knew that he’d heard Camilla’s little pronouncement. Flicking her hand through her hair, Camilla was clearly unperturbed by his reaction.
“Anyway, this is Stephanie, Amadeus,” she said pointing casually at the brunette.
“That’s Lindsey.”
The black-haired girl smiled at me as Camilla pointed at her.
“And I’m Nyssa,” said the blonde as she playfully winked at me.
I wondered how old they thought I was.
But then again they probably already knew my age, seeing as how Camilla was the headmaster’s daughter. In fact they probably knew a lot more about me then they were letting on. Judging from their character Camilla and her friends were probably pretty shallow when it came to boys. So my wealth and appearance probably overrode any age barrier they had in their minds which was just fine by me.
“So what class do have we next?” I asked casually.
“AP English,” answered Lindsey.
“Which is—”
“That way,” said Stephanie pointing over her shoulder.
I got the feeling that Camilla’s friends weren’t going to let her monopolize me. Letting go of Camilla’s hand, I starting walking in the direction Stephanie had indicated. I hadn’t gone more than a couple of paces, however, when the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I got the distinct feeling that someone was watching me. Then a faint, heavenly voice entered my mind.
“Amadeus,” was all it said.
I looked around quickly, but saw no one. Whoever they were; they clearly didn’t want to be seen.
“What’s up?” asked Nyssa walking up to me.
“Nothing—I
