The Alpha Who Cursed His Mate novel Chapter 5

"Magnus… Magnus!" Mr Thomson yells. I fall off my chair. Everyone is laughing. I glare at the class, and they fall silent. 'For the second time Magnus. Take. Your. Seat,"

Nina gives me a look, but I grab my chair and take my seat, continuing to ignore her.

"As I said, the student you are all sitting next to will be your lab partners for the rest of the term,"

"What!" I say, slamming my fist on the table. It breaks in half. My books fall with Nina's, and all eyes are on me.

"I'm not partnering with Nina for the rest of the term!"

Nina raises her hand. 'Mr. Thomson, I have to agree with Magnus. I'd rather be lab partners with the classroom guinea pig in the cage. At least its I.Q would be higher than Magnus's," she says.

The room roars with laughter. 

"Quiet, quiet everyone," Mr Thomson shouts, and the room becomes quiet minus the low giggles everyone tries to hold in. 'Now, Magnus, you have detention for being late, not paying attention, and destroying school property."

"But..." I try to argue back. Nina laughs, and I glare at her.

"As for you, Nina, you will be lab partners with Magnus whether or not you like it, and you will also join him in detention today after school!"

"What! Mr Thomson, that's not fair,"

"As is life, Nina," he growls.

Nina and I sit back in our seats with our arms crossed and backs facing each other since we no longer have a table to use, and we are both struggling to hold our tongues to not get into further trouble.

The bell goes, and everyone leaves as Nina and I squat down to collect our books. Of Course, the books mixed up when they fell. As we gather our books, we go to grab the same book, and I end up holding her hand instead. We pause and look at our hands. Her hand feels so soft and warm. We stare at each other for a split second, and I quickly let go of her hand as if it burnt me. Grabbing my last two books, I storm off to my last class for the day.

May and Claire have already arrived in English before me. They sit on the opposite side of the room, thank goodness. The only problem now is that they both pat the seat next to them for me to sit beside them.

Flint and Zak snicker in the back, wondering who I will choose to sit next to. Since I'm going on a date with Claire, I should probably get to know her better than I do, and it will help take my mind off Nina and what had just transpired in class with her.

May frowns as I take my seat next to Claire, and I see Zak pouts as he hands five dollars over to Flint. They had placed a bet as to who I chose. 

Claire clings to my arm the same way May would.

"About me coming over after school tomorrow unless you want me to come over today. I can cancel my shopping spree at the mall in the city with my girlfriends."

"Can't today. I have detention after school with Nina,"

The pencil in her hand snaps in half, "Detention, and with Nina?"

"Yup, I know. It's like the Moon Goddess wants to punish me. I do not know why, though."

"Well, I feel for you, Boo-boo. It would be a curse to spend time with that freak. I will come over tomorrow after school then,"

I shuttered when she called me Boo-boo and felt anger build up when referring to Nina as a freak. I shouldn't care. Why do I care? I was angry when May called her a freak earlier in the cafeteria. 

Claire caresses her fingers across my lower arm as we listen to Mrs Lofts discussing our upcoming essay assignment. Claire's caresses are making me cringe. She may as well run her nails across the chalkboard, as it would give me the same effect. I take her hand and hold it, so she stops touching my arm. She grins and looks over at May, who is mentally throwing daggers at me. Her skin isn't as smooth and lacks the warmth I felt with Nina's. Her hands are pretty clammy.

"Now open your textbooks to page 139 and answer the questions in your notebooks."

I've never been so happy with Mrs Lofts giving me work to do. Happily releasing Claire's hand, I grab my pen and write my answers. I purposely answer them slowly until the bell rings as an excuse not to have to hold her hand again.