The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 4

India's POV.

I sit in my classroom, replaying that awful conversation in my head. God, he must really dislike me.

I have an empty classroom for another five minutes, giving me time to gather my thoughts.

Today, 233 of the 294 pupils at the school, are off on a field trip. They are visiting the two neighboring packs.

Some of the older kids will potentially find their mates, they will learn about pack life (how it might differ from their own) and compete in games and sports.

The 61 pupils remaining are split into three classes, one of which I am teaching. These pupils either declined to go on the trip, or pupils are deemed too naughty to go on the trip. We still need our school represented by good pupils, and those who have gotten into fights or vandalized school property are not going to represent us.

To my irritation, Jake Lockwood is not going on the trip. According to him, mates are for 'pussies', and he's already visited neighboring packs with his dad.

Honestly, I think he wants free rein in a half—empty school, with his naughty friends who weren't allowed to go.

Remaining in the school are the 61 pupils and about seven members of staff, myself included. I'm relieved that I'm staying behind, the trip sounds stressful.

The school buses leave at 9 am and will return at 3 pm for the usual end of school time.

In the morning, the remaining students had their form time (homeroom) extended to an hour. After that, they had math. In five minutes, they have science with me. After lunch they have English and a movie.

After a few minutes, students start trickling into the room.

'Bags to one side of the room, please. We're going to be doing a practical and I don't want anyone tripping over anything,' I call out.

The fourteen students in the class, including Jake Lockwood, move their bags to the left—hand side of the room. I glance at Jake and try not to think about the fact I saw his dad in the shower last night. Completely inappropriate.

I decided they could do the fun practice of the squeaky pop test for hydrogen today. I light my Bunsen burner at the front as they sit quietly and read through the method.

'Miss, what's with all the soldiers outside' A boy at the back asks. I frown and follow his gaze out of the window.

My eyes land on the group of people, dressed in full black attire. They're marching across the school field towards the main building, our building.

Is there a drill going on I wasn't told of any emergency protocol practices today.

I step closer to the window to get a better view and inhale sharply when I see the huge guns in their hands. I watch as the leader, a large man at the front of the group, begins gesturing with his hands and the people start breaking off in twos and threes. I do a quick headcount, sixteen trespassers.

I rush to my desk, pick up the phone and press the number for the reception.

'Hello, reception,' Becky answers and I struggle to get my words out.

'Sixteen people coming across the field, with guns, Becky, guns! Get the children hidden now, call the Alpha!' I shout and panic ensues in the room.

The pupils get out of their seats and head towards the door which I quickly jump in front of.

'No one leaves. It's too late, they're almost here,' I tell them, and kids start screaming, one burst into tears.

'Silence!' I shout and, amazingly, it goes quiet.

'Give me a second to think,' I tell them and glance around the room.

'Right, everyone into the chemicals cupboard, now,' I order them.

I unlock the cupboard and they all crush inside. There are only fourteen of them and they just manage to fit.

'I am going to lock this door. Do not open it, for anyone, understand Do not make a sound. I mean it, you're going to be okay,' I tell them.

'I'm not staying in here, I'll fight them,' Jake says aggressively and pushes his way to the front, to leave the cupboard.

'Absolutely not, Jake,' I reply and push him back inside.

'I'm the future Alpha! I must protect everyone!' He yells and I want to roll my eyes.

He's got good Alpha instincts; I'll give him that.

'Exactly. If anything happens to you, your father will kill me. You are thirteen years old; you are not fighting anyone.'

I shut the door and lock it.

I sneak a glance out of the window and see that the soldiers are gone from the field, which means they're inside. I look around the room and spot all of their bags in the corner, I begin frantically throwing them in cupboards. I shove pencil cases and pens inside them until it doesn't look like there are any pupils in this lesson.

I need to cover their scent.

I unlock the cupboard door again and one of them screams.

'It's just me. Please hand me the ammonia, NH3 1M. Yes, the big bottle, thank you.'

I take it off them and lock the door again. Then, I unscrew the cap from the two—liter bottle and pour it into beakers, the strong smell instantly fills the room.

I listen out for footsteps down the corridor and curse as I hear the children whispering and scuffling against each other.