I was okay with the new guy before, but now at this point it's getting annoying.

He hasn't said a single word to anyone, yet he is still the hot topic now, and even worse is that he is in nearly every single one of my classes.

He would always start by sitting in the back next to me and then would be dragged by the jocks or girls of the school over to where they sit, leaving me along again which is much preferred.

Finally, when it was my next class, I got to see Tyler and Chelsey.

I came into class, but my smile dropped as I see my two friends seated with Francesco.

Trying not to show my dismay I sit down on the other side of the table next to Tyler, again feeling a wavering stare of me. It was almost too familiar to me now.

As class starts, Ms Honey comes over to our group and smiles her bright grin.

"Hello guys, I just thought that it would help Francesco if he joined a group that has already started?" she's asks lightly, and I reluctantly nod, continuing to do my work but my eyes unconsciously slid to the new boy beside me.

There was something off about him. A feeling that something bad lingers around him.

Like whom wears a mask and hoodie on a hot day for no reason? Especially on their first day.

I could tell that Chelsey and Tyler were also a bit sceptical about him too, but at least Tyler was trying.

"So, France! I can call you that right?" He said in a cheery tone but only received a cold stare, then a slight nod. "What part do you want to work on?" Tyler asks and he looks around the table, his gaze finally feel on me and my work.

"I'll work with her." he says lowly, a pale finger of his pointing to me and I could feel a shiver travel up my spine. What is with him?

Swallowing the suspicion, I ripped out a page of my notebook and told him what to write briefly before going to my own work, but all he did was stare at me longer.

As the bell went, all of us besides Francesco practically ran outside of the classroom to lunch.

"Did you see that glare that he gave me?" Tyler groaned out and Chelsey nodded.

"I thought he was hot or something but he's just creepy!" she shivered at the thought of him, and I just nodded not saying anything making the pair turn to me looking confused.

"Do you know why he kept staring at you?" Ty asked and I shook my head still thinking to myself.

"I have no idea why, but he seems familiar to me, I just can't figure out why.." I utter quietly but I don't think any of them heard me.

As we got to the table everyone assumed their normal conversation until Francesco was once again the topic. Great.

"Did any of you guys have him in your class? He's so scary!" Chelsey said and I scoffed to myself.

"How is he scary?" I ask with a smile "Creepy is one thing but scary?" Chelsey looks at me with an annoyed look.

"Didn't you feel his aurora? It was so dark and gloomy." She shuddered and I shrugged, taking a bite of my apple.

Looking over the room, I quickly spotted the shady kid and my eyes thinned as I saw who he was with.

Of course, he was with the rugby team. They were laughing loudly and pushing him around until the school president, or more the most popular girl, Olivia, approached him.

She tapped her shoulder whilst she tucked out her bottom lip and twirled a strand of her dyed, red hair on her finger. She hated me, but I hated her even more for the fact she reminded me of one person.

Sienna.

My fists on my apple tightened as I could see she was hitting on him, but I almost chocked with laughter as he turned around and ignored her, making the rugby group roar with laughter.

School was once again over, and it was time for my after-school study session with Leila but it's getting late, and I'd probably leave soon if she doesn't show up.

The library is practically empty currently, but I always like to go to the abandoned corner for the silence. The only thing to be heard was the wind whistling and my pen tapping against a desk.

Walking down and trying to search for a history book, I could feel the lights dim suddenly.

Looking around, I see there's no one, but I can feel a presence, a bad one.

As I was about to leave, a word echoed around the room making my breath hitch.

"Valentina."

The word alone made my stomach twist but spinning my head around the room, no one.

The voice was husky and deep, and somehow familiar

"Who's there?" I yell out, only to be met with silence again.

"Angel." The voice was teasing but I froze at the familiarity.

My heartbeat was increasing by the second. My gaze shot around the room, looking for him. My mind overflowing with curses.

He told him. Xavier told him. He found me. He found me!

My chest was rising heavily but I felt as if my whole world stopped when I looked into the shadows, two glowering eyes were staring back into my eyes.

And then he stepped out of the shadows. He stepped forward but I stepped back. His mask was gone, and his glowering eyes pointed back at me, causing all of my alarms in my head to go off.

Francis was Francesco.

"Miss me my love?" he said softly but with a twisted smile

"Get away from me!" I yell and he instantly stops, pain filling his eyes.

"Don't come any closer." I snap but he doesn't listen and steps closer making me cower even further back. Finally, my back hit the wall and he stopped inching toward me. I stare him in the eyes and see hurt, pain, but a slit of hope.

I wanted to be strong, not be afraid of him, but I was, I had hidden it for so long and now I was crumbling.

Because I knew that I was still in love with him.

"I'm not letting you go now."

He takes a step toward me.

"No, no, no, no." I repeat, trying to swat him away as he came closer, but all he did was pull me against his chest with his hands slithered around my waist. "How did you find me!?" I scream but he's only silent as he held his embrace with me.

I banged my fists against his chest, not knowing if I did want him to leave but I stopped eventually, feeling too weak to do anything more.

It was warm to be held by him, but I knew it was wrong, and it was going to ruin my life.

My tears fell onto his chest and my hands fell to my side which let him hold me closer, he did so as if I was going to disappear from him again.

"You can't just show up here and act like nothing happened." I spat out and start to turn away, but he only held my hips tighter.

"I know why you left." He said and rested his head on the crook of my neck, and I lump formed in my throat from memories. "But she drugged me and... and made me think that you were her." He said softly rubbing my skin through the fabric.

It felt as if my whole world had been changed.

"What?" I finally gain the strength and push him away from he and this time he lets me go, lifting his head to look me in the eyes one more time.

My body shook.

With sadness? Anger? I didn't know.

"You- you can't just show up here and say that to me. You can't just say you're 'Francesco' a transfer student; if you're the most wanted criminal. You can't!" I yell and point my finger in his face.

He tried to say something else, but I cut him off.

"So don't!"

I leave him there, practically running away from him.

Why did he have to do this to me? I leant against the wall and buried my head in my hands.

He's ruining it all.

Just as I'm about to leave, I look up to see Leila looking at me, stunned.

"Leila!" I say breathlessly, wiping away my tears; quickly enough so she doesn't see, and I silently hope that she didn't hear any of that. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here for our study session?" She says in a duh tone but changes to look serious. "Did something happen?" My eyes dart from the corner of the room to her but I wave my hands quickly

"No, no, nothing. I just found out some news." I say vaguely, my jaw clenching as I smell his scent imprinted on me.

"Okay, do you want to start working?" She says with a smile, but I shake my head gloomily.

"I can't, really, I've just had a... really bad day today." I say quietly, knowing that he could be listening in on me.

I could see Leila was still sceptical but none the less she nodded and waved me goodbye.

Strutting out of the school, not even caring that I forgot my books, not even that the thundering clouds were now pouring with rain. I was about to continually go home until I heard a roaring engine pull up beside me.

My fists clenched as I already knew who's it was.

"Quit it, Francis." I grunt, not sparing a glance at him but I could see his smile in the corner of my eye.

"I love it when you say my name." he coos lovingly but I return his gesture with a cold scoff and keep walking, making him sigh. "Okay, I'm sorry- please just drive with me?" He says and parks the car, getting out to stand beside me, holding out his hand.

"Please?" He says, and when I finally stop to look at him, he's dead serious.

Bipolar.

No. "Fine."

"We're not driving; we're flying, and I want answers." I demand seriously but he was acting like a giddy child and smiled whilst nodding his head eagerly.

He leaves the car there and I walk ahead of him into an alley before springing out my wings. As soon as I did, a hand touched them, and I could feel a shiver down my spine.

"They look as lovely as ever, Angel." He says and lines his with mine, making them touch but I flinch away.

"Don't." I say softly and he nods stiffly.

Widening my wings, I spring off the ground and wave them until I'm in the clear open sky, it's a breath of fresh air.

I take in the scene of the busy highways, buzzing life and smile to myself. I turned around, expecting to see Francis but instead I'm greeted with no one.

I stop, looking around, there was no sign of him anywhere and the pit started to grow in my stomach until I feel a pair of arms snaking around my waist, making the warmth of them swell around my body. Our wingbeats sync as he leans closer to me.

"I can't leave you alone for a second, can I?" He teased with a grin, but I quickly weasel away from him.

"Well, you had, for two years." I say harshly and could feel the mood become glum immediately.

"Why are you even here?" I spit, and he goes to sit on a ledge near us, so I follow but sit further away.

The concrete is called as I sit on it and I swing my legs as I wait for his answer, not wanting to speak any more than I have to.

"Because life simply isn't worth it without you." He said with a soft look in his eyes, trying to look into mine but I look away quickly.

I stayed quiet for the next few minutes, not knowing what to ask but as I'm thinking, the thought suddenly slips out of my mouth.

"Is it true?" I say suddenly and he turn to me curiously.

"Is what true?"

I swallow the lump in my throat.

"Is Sienna really dead?"

It quiet, so much so I think he's left but I could still see him sitting in silence.

"She tricked me and hurt you, nobody can get away with that." He says strictly and I could see his fists were clenched but I wanted to push him further.

"You hurt me." my voice cracks and I could feel my eyes spike with tears.

He looks down to the tiny looking people on the street and smiles sadly before turning to me.

"And I have never forgiven myself."

My heart deflates at the sentence, and I get up, out stretching my wings and Francis looks up to me with pleading eyes.

"Where are you going?" He says almost instantly, copying my movement, but eyes trained on me.

"Home. And you should too, I don't want to see you at school again, or ever." I say through gritted teeth and my heart aches.

All of that was the complete opposite of what I really wanted to say to him, but he couldn't know that.

I jump off the ledge before he could say anything further and made sure to check whether anyone was still following but when no one was to be found I turned around to go back home.

I unwrapped my hair and the drops of water dripped off onto my wings making me glance at them in the mirror.

It's like I could still feel his hand brushing past them. Stop thinking about him!

Slapping my cheeks to empty my mind, I go and lay on my bed, looking up to the ceiling and pondering in my own class.

My eyes slowly get heavier, and droop closed.

I really want to see him tomorrow.