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?”

a thinking process,

eyes widened at

at night, isn’t it?”

his smart watch and tapped on the calendar icon, “you’ve only got…2 and a half weeks

reluctantly and before she could agree to a yes or

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 even pay

her heart as she took all her materials from the table and hurriedly promised Iyan to confirm about the studies-at-night plan later. She could simply text him about that later.

hallway, some had not even gotten in the class. She looked around for Scott- he had been such a constant

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

sharp nose, his black thick rimmed glasses hid his eyes as he yelled at all students that were outside and 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.

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 was also

Moore continued, “Had you not been in a paid school, I knew just the way to

lucky for you but 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 class test and for your information, I don’t joke when I speak of marks,” he emphasized

the prank guy, was the first to oppose him, “Sir I don’t think you have the authority to do that, we have rights

till 4 for you!” he shouted and

thought 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 summary of all the rules we use when using logs,” he ordered.

she felt all the eyes on her as she managed to mutter in a low voice, “I-I don’t

from the back of his glasses she could see him

repeated in a

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

commanded without looking at her and turned to

Mariella sat back down, her cheeks glowing a red brighter than

Moore’s class in a defending tone. It was Scott, Mariella’s face

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 his face expression too complacent, determined

was now facing him in utter annoyance,

practicing on the field for the upcoming inter-college soccer game,” he said quietly without really opening his mouth at all, like

said strictly to Scott but Scott wasn’t really the

you cannot just kick me out,” he argued and went to sit beside Mariella on the first bench itself, quite to her surprise too. She didn’t really approve of that but she couldn’t do much in the position she

his eyes widened in disbelief, Scott was questioning his authority and by doing so, completely insulting him in front of the whole class.

to make it loud and clear, “That girl and Scott Anderson,” he pointed to Mariella and Scott, “Both, out of my class, right now! Go to the detention room!”

in horror, she