Telesa - The Covenant Keeper by Lani Wendt Young Read Free Book Online Page B

the Head Girl. The prefects lead assembly every morning. As the first two periods slid into each other, I fast realized the value of having Simone as my self-appointed tour guide. He shook his head with pursed lips when I went to sit down at the back of the class in Math.
    “No. Mr Michaels hates people who sit in the back. He picks on them extra hard. Sit in front and he’ll ignore you most of the time.”
    In Biology, he rolled his eyes when I took out a text book as Mr Matau told us to use the hour for study.
    “You’re kidding right? I know that you’ve done this stuff already, don’t tell me you think you need to study the circulatory system? Here, let’s swap iPods. What music you got?”
    The last thing I wanted was trouble on my first week, but Simone was difficult to brush off. As discreetly as possible I dug out my forbidden iPod and handed it over. Looking around furtively, I then realized half the class had earphones on. At the front of the class, Mr Matau took out his iPod and promptly went to sleep. Okaaaaay. I shrugged and scrolled through Simone’s playlist. We spent the rest of the period comparing the merits of Coldplay versus Bob Marley. It was thoroughly relaxing and I was buzzed to be moving on to English with Ms Sivani. At the door of her room though, everyone stopped short because we were combining with another sixth form class.
    Ms Sivani spoke in her short clipped tones over the chatter of the class. “Today we will combine with 6M for an impromptu debate” a collective groan from the class “and there will be no sounds of angst, thank you very much!”
    The class moved quickly in spite of their complaining to make room for the others and there was an undercurrent of excitement as everyone seemed to relish the idea of a change to the usual routine. We had to cram even closer in the already crowded classroom and I was busy trying to squeeze myself into a gap between Simone and a girl called Sinalei when he walked in.
    The boy from the assembly yesterday morning. He paused in the doorway for a moment as he surveyed the room searching for an empty seat. Against my will his beauty took my breath away. He was tall enough that I was sure even my six foot plus height would have to crane up to look in his startling emerald green eyes. Red and gold in the morning sunlight with thick raven brows, one of them flecked with a slight scar, his tousled burnished red-brown hair another startling contrast in a school full of brunettes. He was broad but lean, like a rippling basketball player, the orange lavalava tied loosely to tapering hips. But it was the tattoo adorning the length of his right arm that caught and held my gaze captive. I had never seen anything like it before – it curved down his shoulder, peering from where his sleeve ended. Intricate patterns of black stamped down to his forearm. I was so intent on studying his tattoo that I failed to realize he was staring straight at me, a crooked smile on his face as if he found my fascination amusing. Our eyes met and in that fleeting moment, it was as if all the air had fled the room and the madness of fifty students crammed into a room meant for twenty faded to a distant blur. Try as I might, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his, even as my radar screamed a warning, Leila stop it. This meathead is way used to girls staring at him gaga eyed – stop it! Thankfully, the ever-timely Maleko broke our locked gaze with a whoop.
    “Daniel! Sole man, are you ready to have your butt debate kicked by 6T?”
    As quickly as it had begun, the moment was ended. The demi-god called Daniel turned to Maleko with a huge grin, shaking his head as he replied,
    “Aww you know nobody here has what it takes to take me and my mouth down.”
    The two continued their teasing as they made their way to seats on the opposite side of the room. I bent my head to hide my flush of embarrassment, but not before noticing that Daniel and Maleko had no problem finding space in