Silas was leaning against his white Porsche as Noah parked his car next to his. He greeted me with a teasing smirk when we got out and Noah wrapped his arm around me. My cheeks tinted. Noah's blatant display of affection in front of him made me a little shy.
"Elijah and Gordon are already inside," Silas said, "they said something about seeing teacher for some project, but I'm pretty sure they are shagging in the janitor's closet."
"Hello to you too," Noah greeted, unimpressed.
Silas's grey eyes then moved to me and his lips split into a wide grin. "How's my sweet Giselle doing? Noah tattled about us to you, but going by how you're clinging onto each other I think you took it pretty well."
"Well someone warned me if I tried to run away he'll catch me," I joked, nudging Noah.
Silas's gaze lit up. "And I'll help him. You belong to us now," he drawled. Despite the amused smile, the glint in his eyes told me he was serious.
I think I should be running away from these crazy, rich goblins.
"Class is about to start, let's go," said Noah, letting go of my shoulders and taking my hand.
We stepped inside the wide open doors of Maple Ridge High. As three of us walked through the hallways I was very aware of the eyes and hushed comments that followed us. Even after a week I still felt conscious of the attention that came with being Noah's girl. Or more precisely 'his flavor of the month', as they said.
People talked and some of it reached my ears. Many students couldn't digest that Noah was dating me. His previous conquests had been hot rich girls, complete opposite to me. I also heard some girls were happy, thinking if Noah was willing to date me then they too had a chance, of course when he ended things with me in a week or two as it was expected of him.
I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or cry at all this.
At least I became popular. That's supposed to be a good thing for a high schooler, right?
If only I wasn't under the lens of glares and judgmental gazes.
But not all was bad. In classes and hallways, people smiled at me, waved at me, and some even approached me for hello-s and small talks. Sometimes I liked it, and other times it stung as I realized it wasn't my personality or me that made others talk to me, but my association with Noah Sylvan.
"You can go to your locker, I'll accompany Giselle to hers," Silas said to Noah.
"No need," replied Noah, pulling me closer, "I want to walk her to her class."
Silas smirked. "I have to admit Sylvan, clingy is a good look on you," he commented.
Noah glared at him which only widened his smirk.
"First my brother, now you. Companions make you lose it. Seeing you two I'm afraid to meet mine."
When Noah had told me Elijah and Gordon were companions, it wasn't much of a shock. Anyone could see they were very much into each other.
"Or you're just jealous that you're the only one who still remains single."
Silas raised his brows. "Single? I can get any girl to be my girlfriend before lunch."
"I'm not saying you can't score a girlfriend Silas. You know what I mean. It's not difficult to woo human girls and get into their pa-"
Noah stopped himself when he realized he was holding the hand of one of those human girls, who was glaring at him. I shook my head and yanked my hand out of his before stomping away.
Goblins or not, they both were such guys. I couldn't put past them comparing their d*ck sizes and bragging about the girls they had been in bed with.
"Martin," Noah called, following me.
I reached my locker and yanked it open. I felt his shadow towering over me from behind as I moved my books and notes for the classes into my bag.
"Martin, I didn't mean it like that," Noah murmured in my ear. His hands snaked around my waist and his chin rested on top of my head. "Of course, you're not one of those girls."
I scoffed. "You're wrong Noah. I am one of those girls." His front was pressed against my back, and his proximity was enough to melt me into his arms, but my anger and hurt didn't let me relent.
"I am easy when it comes to you, just like all those human girls," I continued, "and I'm not ashamed of that, but the way you put it like that back there it hurt. You've been around Noah and there's nothing new I can offer you. I'm inexperienced, clumsy, and let's be honest not that hot like your exes. Hell, it'll be an achievement if I can even give you a fraction of what they have-"
"You're jealous," Noah announced, stopping my rambling.
His words hit home. I sounded like an insecure, jealous mess. This guy was making me crazy.
"I am not..." My shoulders slumped in defeat. I was jealous.
His arms around me tightened, caging me in. "I'd revel in your jealousy, knowing I'm not the only one who's going mad over you, but it's not pleasant to see you hurt.
"My track record hasn't been that well. I know I have a reputation and my callousness in talking about other girls didn't help. I'd flip too if you talked about other guys like that." He dropped a kiss on my cheek. "Just seeing you holding hand with Jason filled me with red hot jealousy. I can't tell you to stop feeling it when I myself am way worse.
"But I don't ever want you to feel that you aren't enough for me. You're so much more than that. I should've been careful, instead of fooling around for fun when I knew I was going to find you. I can't change my past, but I can promise that I'll be loyal to you forever. Not that I have to put much effort into that. I have been smitten with you from the first look. Every other girl that I've been with can't even come close to you. There's no one else now but you, Giselle."
I sighed, letting myself lose into his touch. "You are really smooth with words. Is it a goblin thing?"
"Nah, it's a Noah Sylvan thing." I felt his smile against my cheek.
My face heated with embarrassment. "I know I have no right to get angry at you for dating girls before meeting me. I shouldn't have burst out like that."
Noah turned me around and our eyes met. "It's our bond. Companions are possessive for each other. If anything I'd be surprised if you didn't get angry. I don't know how it works for you since you're a human, but for me just the thought of seeing you with another man boils my blood enough to kill. Compared to that I'd say you're pretty tamed, Martin."
"Oh," I replied. What do you say when a man- no, a goblin- confesses to kill for you?
"You two are cheesier than Elijah and Gordan. I might just puke," Silas's voice cut into our moment. He was leaning against his locker, not far away from mine. "You two didn't even hear the bell go off. Did you?"
I looked around and found hall empty. There was no one except the three of us.
"Oh god, I'm late. Mr. Rodriguez is going to get so angry." I tried to push away Noah but he didn't budge.
"Then maybe we should ditch the class and go somewhere quiet. Just you and me," Noah suggested with a smirk. I heard Silas groan in the background.
"I'm not skipping class. Now let go."
"I can skip class Sylvan. Want to go somewhere quiet with me?" Silas said, blinking his eyelashes at Noah in a manner that was supposed to be flirty.
Noah scowled at him. "Why are you still here?"
"I'm enjoying the show." Silas shrugged. "It's not every day when you see our ice-cold Noah Sylvan turning into a love-sick Romeo."
Noah glowered at him, but I saw his ears turning red. Noah was usually a reserved person. His openness with me must be amusing to Silas.
"Let's get you to class." Noah took my hand and I was dragged away to my history class.
"What's with the scarf? It's not that cold today," he asked me on our way, eyeing the piece of clothing as if it personally offended him, "are you trying to hide my marks?"
I traced my fingers over my scarf. "What if I am? I don't want the whole school to see them."
"Well I want everyone to see. They should know that now you belong to me."
"The way you parade me around school, everyone can see we're dating. And for the record I belong to no one," I boasted.
He didn't say further.
When we reached my history class I expected a good scolding from Mr. Rodriguez, but all it took was Noah's charming grin pasted on a small 'sorry' for him to let me inside without any complaint. He didn't even blink when Noah kissed me before sending me my way and leaving. My face was burning like crazy as I took my seat, feeling others' eyes on me.
Somewhere between the class I felt cold air brush against my neck. I frowned. My fingers reached to adjust the scarf, only to find it gone.
Noah!
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