His Ex Wife

Chapter 14

flashback

“You know I’m not a ghost right?” Iyan’s voice was almost always startling for Mariella. She mentally cursed herself, she should have known he would be in the library.

Almost two weeks had gone by since their encounter at the café. She had been feeling pretty guilty after that incident, leaving abruptly. Her father had left for Texas that night regarding some business and had luckily left her only a note- he had not even bothered to meet her, but she was relieved. She had been still relieved that he was not back in town yet. The days got shorter in her joy.

“You scared me,” she said heaving a sigh of relief, looking at him.

His hair was damp and he was probably back from the gym, he had his water bottle in his left hand and a sports watch in his right hand blinked, indicating a tiny green light, his Adidas duffel bag also hung on his right shoulder. It is strange to notice this but someone you’re attracted to looks even more attractive when their hair is wet- Mariella agreed with that infamous opinion.

Standing there, right in front of her desk, Iyan looked handsome. His face glowed with sweat and his hair was slightly damp with sweat as well, but even though he wore a thick maroon cardigan with dark grey sweatpants, she could tell he was one of the fittest guys here in school. She wondered why everyone noticed Scott more than Iyan.

She pretended not to pay attention to him as he took a seat in front of her. It was just lunch break but Mariella had chosen to come here in peace; at least she would avoid the neglect she had been facing at the local lunch hall at the school. Making friends was one hill she was just not ready to climb yet.

“You don’t have any classes today?” she asked casually, not looking at him. She was indeed referring to the gym bag and she noticed that he was not even wearing the school badge.

“Since Edmont High follows streaming and I’m in stream A, the smartest of our batch, we’re kind of already done with the syllabus, so now we can work out in peace, no more classes for us,” he explained with a relaxed attitude.

Scott and Mariella had both been in stream C. They could be considered average if not poor in academics that is, grade wise. But she didn’t want to be in stream C. There were many reasons for that; the students were too rowdy and neglective about their studies unlike Iyan, most kept staring at her like she was an alien but no one had bullied her yet, which was strange given she was a new student and the drama that had taken place on her first day. With the foul prank Mark had played on her, she had expected their bullying to get worse- on the contrary they fell to the silence.

Most of all, there was another reason- Scott. Every time she used to be in class, he had been boring imaginary holes in her body with his eyes always on her- or so she felt- even from a remote distance. The only problem: she was not able to catch him red handed; as soon as she would turn to see if he had been staring, he’d look away almost like it had never happened. It was beginning to irritate her now.

“What is the requirement to get promoted to stream A?” she looked at Iyan with focus.

Iyan was moved by that. His face clearly lit up at the thought of her being with him in the same class was a good way to remain close to her, he liked her more than enough to want to see her everyday without pause.

“Well the procedure is simple- you get a B or A in 6 out of 8 subject in the finals…And nothing but a friendly reminder, it doesn’t start with dumping the friends that try to help you out,” he mentioned sarcastically.

Rolling her eyes and then smiling to him, Mariella swore not to do it again, “Won’t dump you without letting you know first the next time I promise.”

He broke out in a small laugh and smiled to her. “Even if you dump me, I’d still manage to follow you somehow,” he said in a playful tone and winked.

Her stomach took a turn again- it was obvious. When a guy says something like that to you, it makes you feel special- given the fact that Iyan did not even talk to any other girl- and makes you even more attracted to him.

Ignoring his words though to not give him even the slightest indication that it affected her, she continued, “So when will you be free to tutor me again?”

He faked a thinking

eyes widened at the word

closed at night,

midnight oil. And see,” he glanced at his smart watch and

she could agree to a yes or a no, the bell rang.

Mr Moore. Apparently, Mister Moore was a replacement teacher after the Mrs Barry had gone on maternal leave last week. Mariella did not know all the teachers too well but she certainly this Moore guy would not

table and hurriedly promised

kids were still contributing to the unending ruckus in the hallway, some had not even gotten in the class. She looked around for Scott- he had

louder by the time Mr Moore arrived. He wore a pair of waist high pants and a shirt so well ironed that it was tucked inside completely

immediately ordered them all to get inside and take their seats. The severity of his voice was enough to get all of the Stream Cs running in like rats and hiding in their corners. As soon as he had entered the

wheatish skin complexion and his sharp features with a rigid and unchanged face expression. Moore was a white name but he was definitely a mixed race, Indian maybe. His dressing sense

long moment in silence, Moore continued, “Had you not been in a paid school, I knew just the way to straighten up

if I find any single one of you loitering in the hallway when it is my class, you’re having an F in my next

oppose him, “Sir I don’t think you have the authority to do that, we have

till 4 for you!” he shouted and finally

but she was glad at least someone wanted to bring some change- that joy quickly turned to nervousness as soon as he pointed to her in the first row where she was

girl in the first row! Stand up and tell me the

all the eyes on her as

glasses she could see him raise his

he repeated in a

am trying to catch up with-” she was cut off right before she could even continue

without looking at her

embarrassed, Mariella sat back down, her cheeks glowing a red brighter than a tomato. She felt

defending tone. It was Scott, Mariella’s face turned to the entrance door

stood still at the threshold of the class, his hair unkempt and clothes covered in mud. Everything about him screamed messy but his eyes were calm and

utter annoyance, “And you are late

was practicing on the field for the upcoming inter-college soccer game,” he said quietly without really opening

my class now.” He said strictly

sit beside Mariella on the first bench itself, quite to her surprise

disbelief, Scott was questioning his authority and by doing so, completely

emphasized on each word to make it loud and clear, “That girl and Scott Anderson,” he pointed to Mariella and Scott, “Both, out

Moore in horror, she had not even done anything