*Elizabeth's POV*

My legs exerted more pressure than they usually did as I strode across the campus angrily to collect my schedule slip, not able to comprehend why I had been so disturbed with this incident.

Who was he? No one! He was nobody!

Then why was I so hurt and angry?

It must have been my ego that was hurt, and never before had anyone dared to hurt my ego.

I walked into the office to find a blushing Ms. Anderson. It was already a rare phenomenon to see her smile, I had ended up concluding her to be a robot without a life or feelings, but I guessed I had to reconsider it.

My eyes stopped at the miracle, the reason of her blush and there was that asshole again. He was very handsome, no doubt. Maybe Ms. Anderson fell for him at the first sight.

"Oh, Miss Marshalls, here is your schedule." Weird, Ms. Anderson never talked like that to me. She usually was full of sighs and pointed stares.

"Mr. Mathews, can you pass this to Ms. Marshalls? And Ms Marshalls, please be kind enough to show Mr. Mathews the way to his locker."

I silently took the schedule slip from Rome, trying very hard not to mirror Ms. Anderson's expression on my face -- blushing, I mean. But that stupid reddening of my face because of these traitor blood vessels! It gave me away, I didn't know why I couldn't hide my emotions around him. Like my blush at the moment.

He was pretending as if I wasn't there. "Let me..."

He cut me off. "I can find my own way."

The anger never seemed to have dulled. He pushed me out of the way awkwardly, walking out. Embarrassment filled through me and I glanced at Ms. Anderson, who was trying not to laugh.

I had my mind made about not seeing that jerk's face again nor show him mine, with that in my head, I walked to my locker. Glancing through my schedule to distract my mind which was only getting disastrous, I looked up right on time to see him standing before my locker and rattling it, basically trying to open it.

"What the hell are you doing?" I felt my muscles on my face contract, which usually happened when I was extremely angry.

He stared at me, first in shock, then anger crawled back onto his face.

"Will you ever stop poking your nose in my affairs? I'll do as I wish." He tried throwing each and every word on me as if they were knives, which I had successfully dodged.

"Yeah, yeah, you do as you wish, but not with my things!" I hissed in return, unable to control my anger.

"What things?" his expression turned to puzzled, making him look so cute. Even a teddy bear might let out an squeal in adoration by looking at him.

I was supposed to be angry with him, not adore him! I shook my head and slapped myself a dozen times mentally, gaining control and trying to get pissed off again.

"The locker you are trying to open is mine. This is the girl's row. The opposite row is for freaks!" I spat out in anger, pointing my index finger towards the opposite row.

He stared at me, quite shocked or surprised, I had no idea. And I didn't want to get any either. Taking a deep breath to control my anger, I turned around and headed to my locker, opening it with ease. My eyes continued to watch him from a corner, without my permission.

Finally, I groaned in defeat, feeling my anger vanish. That was when I realized that the opposite rows had the same numbers, at first even I was confused with that, and I started to feel guilty. Turning to face him, I found that he couldn't open his locker either.

I let out a sigh and moved towards him, gently pushing him away from the locker and opening it for him. I thought at least then he would thank me for something, but he didn't, instead he gave me more angry glares.

He nudged me away, harshly banging the locker closed and walked away. Maybe I was right to have been rude to him, he deserved it. Feeling the frustration, I angrily marched back to my locker, took my chemistry book out and made my way to the classroom.

Nevertheless, I heard a few giggles on my way, causing me to shoot deadly glares in the direction they came from, immediately silencing the hallway. I had never lost my cool before that douche bag stepped into this school!

I tried to be my normal self. The classroom was almost filled, but three seats were left out in a row. I chose to sit on the corner one, near the window.

Daisy walked in soon after, Daisy had always been one of my rivals, who was wearing her same old black frock. This rivalry had been going on since five years, and maybe it would never end.

She sat beside me, already pissed off. I rolled my eyes towards her in a show-off manner, giving her my taunting smile that irritated her so much. She got even more pissed off and I liked that I wasn't the only one having a bad day. Maybe she too had run into that grumpy bear.

Mr. Nicholas stepped inside the class after a few seconds before I could possibly make Daisy's mood even more fouler and we all came back to present, straightening ourselves. And halt the conjuring of our evil plans.

"Hello, students! Nice to see you all. New year, new beginning..." he was cut off in the middle by that attractive voice.

"May I come in, sir?" all the eyes shot up to see Rome. That was the first time I had seen his face without any malice on it.

"You must be the new student. What is your name, my boy? Where are you from?" Mr. Nicholas asked him.

"I'm Rome Matthews, from New Jersey," he announced in his fluently clear accent, his voice now had a sweet tone as he slightly smiled. His smile was breath-taking, though it was such small one. I had dropped open my mouth, which I immediately closed and turned around to find a similar condition of the rest of the class.

The guys were shocked while the girls had their mouths open and Mr. Nicholas himself was lost, deep in thought, with his mouth ajar. He shook his head, coming out of whatever trance Rome had put him into and asked him to take his seat.

Having no other seat left, he sat beside Daisy.

"I'll be right back," Mr. Nicholas excused himself before moving out for his daily routine, a visit to the powder room.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Daisy had turned her head to initiate a chat with Rome. So she hadn't met him yet? Nice, so she didn't know she was just going to make her day worse, and I wasn't stopping her, she wasn't my friend. I knew he would glare at her and tell something nasty. My ears were eagerly waiting for her to grumble profanities at him.

But instead I heard him reply to her in a calm, smooth voice making me to turn and see them talk. They were all chuckles and giggles. He smiled and laughed when he talked to her.

How rude! He didn't even tell me a simple 'thank you' for helping him, instead he gave me those annoying livid glares!

I felt my blood boil inside.

Unable to watch any longer, I immediately looked away, to contain this urge to cry. I was a bad girl, I agreed, but was I such a bitch that he had to treat me like that? Why was I thinking so much for some foolish guy who I don't know about? Why was I feeling all these emotions for him?

"Not worth it!" I mumbled to myself. I felt his gaze now on me but I turned away to face the window. The wind blew softly, touching my face, making my hair dance to its rhythm and calming me down instantaneously.

And that was the time folks that Mr. Nicholas chose to come back in with a big box, everyone was curious to find out what was in that.

Unintentionally, my gaze fell on Rome and found him looking back at me expressionlessly, as if he was looking straight through me, like I was invisible. I could feel my mood getting spoilt again so I dropped my gaze, feeling the irritation return.

I tried to concentrate on Mr. Nicholas but I couldn't. My mind was moving all over the place, especially at Rome's behavior, making Mr. Nicholas look like a movie without audio in the background.

I waited for the class to end impatiently, squeezing my fingers and hurting myself just to have control over my body.

I couldn't allow him to make me grumpier than I already was today, I had been enough of it so far. The bell finally went off and that was all I needed to ran out of the class even before Mr. Nicholas. I couldn't believe it that my first day back at school was so bad! And I wished it was the last one.

I thanked God that the next two classes went without him and it was lunch break even before I knew it. I needed my friends more than ever!