Chapter 25- Hands Off His Woman
"Soo... It's Tuesday. Wanna go for dance class again?" Oma asked as they walked down the hall, heading to class.
"Don't even dare. I still haven't forgiven you for what you did." Aurora muttered.
"Oh come on. I told you I didn't know that the boys would come. It's not my fault that you're a magnet that attracts our school's It boy." Oma pouted, and Aurora almost cringed.
"Will you come for Leo's birthday?"
Aurora scoffed. "You're tired of living, aren't you?"
"Easy, girl. Geez." Oma rolled her eyes.
They entered the class. Aurora's phone buzzed immediately they stepped in and she got it from her pocket before sitting.
Ivy, Kiara and Rosanne are already in.
Oma and Aurora sat in front of them.
"Hey, ladies." Rosanne chirped.
"Is it strange that I'm excited to see our new teacher?" She added.
"Nah, I'm not." Ivy shrugged.
"That's cuz you were Roland's favorite." Oma rolled her eyes.
"Still, he was a cool dude. He gave projects a lot. But still." Kiara sighed.
Aurora's not even listening to them. She busy with her phone, and her expression shows how annoyed she is.
She's texting with Leonard...
Psychopath: You owe me.
Aurora: Excuse you?
Psychopath: For not kissing you on that rooftop. You have no idea how much restraint that took.
Aurora: You're crazy.
Psychopath: Over you, yeah.
Aurora: Delusional sounds more accurate.
Psychopath: Even in baggy, you still look like a three course meal.
Aurora: That's it. I'm blocking you.
Psychopath: Baby, if you really wanted to block me, you wouldn't announce it. Saying it first means you want my permission.
Aurora: You're a blabbermouth while texting. And I'm not yours, you know I hate what you're doing.
Psychopath: I never said you're mine though-even if you already are. You said it yourself, and I bet you already saved my number.
Aurora: Fuck you!
Aurora immediately blocked him and tried deleting his number. But the damn thing isn't working. It even unblocked itself.
The hell!
She tried again... Block, delete.
Still didn't work.
Her brows furrowed and her eyes spilled venom.
Aurora: Fucker, you didn't do what I think you did, did you? You hacked my phone?!
Psychopath: Smart bad b?tch.
Aurora: This is the peak of madness. I hate you.
Psychopath: It's mutual, baby doll.
She dropped her phone on the table angrily, which drew the girls' attention.
"Hey what happened?" Ivy said, munching on cookies which Rosanne and Kiara are taking from.
"Just a random scoundrel." Aurora muttered in spite.
"Is that random scoundrel's name Leonard?" Rosanne teased and Aurora turned with a glare.
"Geez, you don't know how to take a joke." Rosanne rolled her eyes.
Another text came...
Psychopath: I'll send you the outfit you'll wear to my party.
Aurora: I'm not attending any stupid party.
Seen... Texting...
She immediately turned off her phone.
She knows for a fact he's here. It's a big classroom, yet she can feel it. He's definitely here.
She turned, her eyes scanning the classroom, and then... She saw him.
Those hunting eyes, locked on her, like a predator with it's prey.
Aurora's phone lit up again.
Didn't she just turn it off??!
Psychopath: Baby Doll, you can't mute me. Not now, not ever.
Before she could even scan the room for Leonard, the door opened.
A guy walked in.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Hoodie, ripped jeans, hands tucked in his pockets like he owned the place. His steps were slow, measured, yet the entire room turned.
Aurora's gaze locked on him instantly. Cold eyes. Quiet confidence. He didn't look at anyone-not until he caught her staring back.
A hush swept over the classroom.
"Who is that?" Kiara whispered to Ivy.
Ivy glanced at her phone, reading the class chat. "They're saying... Caspian. Caspian Virell. A new dude. Ouu, I smell drama."
Aurora didn't blink. Didn't move. He broke their stare first, tugging his hood down and sitting in the back corner like he belonged there.
Then...
The door opened again.
A man stepped in, casual yet polished. White button-down, sleeves rolled, tie loose. He set a leather bag on the desk, surveying the room with a slow, easy smile that lingered just a little too long on the girls.
"Good afternoon," he said smoothly, voice low, confident. "I'm Mr. Thorne. I'll be taking over Mr. Chapelle's class."
Aurora leaned back, unimpressed, but the girls in the classroom weren't subtle-whispers, giggles, glances.
Her phone buzzed.
Psychopath: He stares at you like that again, I'll put him in the ground.
Aurora tilted her head, eyes flicking to the back. Leonard sat there, sprawled lazily in his chair, cigarette tucked behind his ear, but his gaze was pure steel-burning through Mr. Thorne like a threat unspoken.
The class started... And there's no doubt, he's good.
Aurora just folded her arms on her chest, looking bored and pissed as she listened.
She's only been in Roland's class twice but she prefers him. There's just something off about this dude.
Like how he just touched her shoulder as he walked past her.
Oh, she's killing someone.
Leonard saw it and smirked, he knew for a fact what type of person he is immediately he stepped in. That cocky smile he gave the girls.
But he doesn't give a damn about.
All he cared about was that he touched her.
He f?ckin' touched his woman.
If Leonard was glaring at Thorne before, then right now, he's probably burning him alive with his eyes.
But there's someone else murdering Thorne with his eyes...
Caspian.
He's holding his pen so damn tight that it's digging into his palm.
His palm bled, and the blood stained his notebook.
Kimberly is on the other end of the class, barely listening to Mr Thorne.
She's can't get what just happened out of her head.
She saw it.
The silent dialogue between Aurora and Leonard.
She knows for a fact that they were texting. Her hatred for her grew.
She even came with another car today. She changing cars daily now?
Kimberly normally comes with a new car every week or every two days. But this new girl came with another car today, that's two in a week. What if she comes with another one tomorrow?
Her brother isn't giving her peace at his place, she doesn't get sleep and Aurora is ruining everything she worked hard for.
And now? She came with another car today. Two in a single week. Kimberly used to swap cars every week or two, but Aurora? She was topping her at her own game.
She bit down sharp breaths, red-eyed fury burning hot.
Across the room, Asha and Alayah whispered something that made Thorne pause mid-sentence.
"Ladies..." His smooth voice cut through the noise. "I don't tolerate distractions in my class."
The room went quiet.
The class carried on, Mr. Thorne strolling casually between desks.
Behind, Aurora and Oma, Ivy leaned towards Kiara. "Did you see that? This Thorne dude just adjusted Charlotte's top. He's giving creepy uncle vibe."
"He hot though-like creepy-hot." Kiara said.
"Heavy on 'creepy'." Rosanne muttered.
Aurora sat still, arms folded, bored out of her mind-until she felt it again.
A soft squeeze on her shoulder.
It was light enough to seem harmless, the kind of casual contact no one else would question. But she stiffened instantly, her jaw clenching.
Before she could react-
"Get your hands off her."
Leonard's voice rolled through the room, deep, sharp, and lethal.
Silence swallowed the class. Heads turned toward the back, tension freezing the air solid.
Mr. Thorne blinked, his hand pausing, then slowly lifting from Aurora's shoulder. He straightened, feigning composure.
"Excuse me? Shouldn't you be focused on my lecture,young man?" His tone was clipped, strict-hiding behind authority.
Leonard didn't move. His smirk was there, faint but dangerous.
"I said," his voice dropped lower, colder, "get your hands off her."
The room chilled.
Aurora felt every eye shift between them. Caspian's grip on his pen tightened until it dug deep into his palm, ink smearing across his fingers. His expression stayed blank, but his knuckles whitened as he pressed harder, drawing blood he didn't even flinch at.
Kimberly scoffed audibly from the side, rolling her eyes so hard it hurt. She looked away sharply, her chest tightening with something ugly. Every damn time-Aurora's always stealing the air in the room.
Mr. Thorne adjusted his tie with measured calm. "Young man-"
"Grande." Leonard cut him off.
"Well, Mr Grande, if you're so interested in her, perhaps you should take that outside my class. Focus on the material."
Leonard's smirk sharpened. His voice cut through like a blade.
"Oh, I'm focused," he drawled. "Just not on what you're teaching."
A shiver rippled through the room, and murmurs erupted.
Mr. Thorne's jaw flexed, but he turned back to the board without another word.
The air was thick, suffocating. Aurora kept her gaze fixed on her desk, pulse thrumming in her ears.
Caspian's bloodied pen scratched violently across his notebook, silent rage simmering beneath the surface.
Kimberly dug her nails into her palm, muttering under her breath, "Unbelievable."
Leonard leaned back casually in his chair, that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips, utterly unfazed.
One warning froze the room. And this was just the beginning.
To be continued...
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