Song: You Need Me, I Don't Need You, + album by Ed Sheeran

Angels' POV

As I find myself walking through the campus besides my fellow classmates as we head to the ordered gathering being held this morning, I notice people noticing my presence, which is a whole new thing for me.

I do my best to quickly advance towards the stadium, and end up practically running there, in an attempt at getting away from the gazes as well as I could do so. Although I think running my way there most likely gained me more attention, I didn't have much time to think about that at the moment.

I look around the stadium, trying to find an open seat most preferably in the very top, back corner, although it seems all the spots have been taken up. Actually, it seems as if almost all the seats have been taken up in general.

I quickly try to file my way to a seat I eye out around the middle, to my dismay, but am caught frozen when I hear my name coming from a foreign tongue.

"Angel, hey wait up." I hear, and force myself to swallow the lump in my throat and allow myself to take deep breaths. "You can turn around darling, I don't bite." The voice says, a small chuckle following the statement.

I will my legs to work with me and begin to walk again, hopefully shaking whoever it is off my back. It's not that I don't particularly like who's calling for me, but rather I would prefer them to simply leave me be.

"Well, I guess I'll come to you since you wouldn't turn around." I hear, and suddenly a smug looking Cole Andramos is standing before me.

Although many girls would be dying to be in my position, I feel nothing but the oppisite of their potential exceitement. In my opinion, Cole is quite a tosser, if that's not too harsh of an opinion pertaining to someone who I don't know personally.

I only say this with true reason. He is a bit of an arrogant guy himself, and some. He plays football, though isn't too exceptional and is a prick to his teamates, honest I don't have a clue why he's still aloud on the team.

"So, would you fancy sitting with me?" He asks me, biting his lip as he does so.

It's quite obvious he's trying to flirt with me, though to no avail. My two concerns are for what reaosn, and why he thinks his absurd tactics would actual do him justice.

"I, uh-" I stammer out, trying to form a sentence, though my brain is choosing not to comply with my needs at the moment,

Though when is it ever.

"I take that as a yes?" Cole states and my eyes immediately widen, "Come on then , you know you want to. Besides, who could say no to this face?" He adds on cockily, and as he wraps his arm around my waist and begins guiding us to a pair of seats in the front, I almost choke on my breath.

I'm rather uncomftorable, and I feel it's obvious to everyone but Cole as he continues to walk, paying no mind to my state. I squirm a bit in his hold, in hopes that he'll get the message this time.

Before I can even see if my tactics are of use, I feel myself being pulled off of Cole. Not too roughly, whoever it is grabbing me is being quite delicate about it really, to my pleasure. I turn to the culprit, or well more so my angel from above in this moment, only to find Zanthus peering down at me.

I feel conflicted. I don't know whether or not I should be glad that he got me away from Cole, or offput by his prescense. I watch as Cole turns around, confusion written on his face, which soon seems to have a hint of anger added to it as he takes note of Zanthus beside me.

"Angel?" He asks, and I choose to stay quiet, as always. "What's this about?" He questions motioning to Zanthus, but I just avoid his gaze, settling on the ground as it seems more appealing to me right now than anything else.

Zanthus stays silent as well, simply raking his eyes over Cole a few times, though he seems far from impressed at what he seems. There's an upset seeming expression painted across his face, but I can't tell whether or not it's his natural or if he's purposely sending it in Coles' direction.

"Angel," Colt says, his tone obviously tight with annoyance beginning to seep through, obviously losing patience over this whole situation. "Come on." He tells me, taking a step towards me ready to grab me and pull me to wherever he was planning to seat himself among the other students.

Before he can do so, Zanthus takes a step in front of me, blocking me from the reach of him. At this I am extremely grateful, though also rather confused as to why Zanthus is standign my favour at the moment, being a sort of defense or so to me.

"Please move out of my way, Angel and I need to go take our seats," Cole says in a sickly sweet tone, mocking almost, but Zanthus just appears to grow tense at his words.

"No." He gruffs out withhis voice rough and deep, and I must I say, it's a wonderful sound to be delighted with.

"I do believe I was talking to the lady, not you lad. You must know she has the capability to answer for herself., yeah" He replies, and I know this whole situation is only going downhill from here.

Zanthus isn't just someon , well, normal persay. He is, but really he's not, and surely isn't treated it by those around him. People avoid him for good reason, so I've heard, the multitude of stories and such pertaining to him travel quick through the grapevine.

I've never first hand witnessed him hurt another, but with the way he stands naturally I doubt he would have to actuallt inflict pain upon you for you to be greatly intimidated by him. Surely, that applies with me.

"No." Zanthus replies again, this time his voice firm and louder than it had been beforehand.

"Oh fuck up won't you? It's obvious Angel wants to be with me, not you. Go find another girl to fit your need." Cole bites harshly at the dark haired boy in front of me, and I swear I can almost feel the rage radiating off of Zanthus' body as he listens to Coles' very poorly chosen words.

"Mate, it's best if you just leave it at this point. I wouldn't want you to say anythign else that you'll firmy regret." I hear come from behind me, and turn to see a peeved seeming Xander stading on to Zanthus' side oppisite of me.

Cole looks as if he attempts to size up Xander, though turns into himself a bit when he realizes how much larger the boy is, a good four or five inches at least.

"Fuck all." The upset, yet extremely apprenhensive appearing lad exclaims before he turns on his heels.

He begins to walk away, but soon turns back and stands flat with a light smirk on his face. I think he's going to head our way again, but for his sake I assume he stays where he is.

"Have all the fun you'd please with her. She's not that much of a catch to the eys, anyways. Though make sure to pass her on if she's good." His tone is devious and he's quick to turn again and jog over to where I assume his friends await him.

My heart stumbles at his statement, certain what he's implying is obvious to anyone who heard it. I amabsolutely mortified at his statement, doing my best to shrink into myself where I stand. I'm sure it's not of much help, though.

When I hesitantly turn my eyes to my right I see Xander, who's standing in front of Zanthus now, hand on his chest as he appears to scold the boy. Zanthus' expressoin is far from pleased as it trails after Cole, and I can't help but feel a bit warm at the fact that he's upset on my behalf.

He grumbles as Xander continues to speak, though it's so incredibly quiet I haven't got a chance at figuring out what he's said. All I know is he earns himself a slap on the chest and a pointed look fromt the other boy, before Xander pats his back and begins to walk away.

"Right then. Don't listen to that prick, yeah? Absolute twat at that, nothing but shit coming from his mouth." Xander states as he squeezes my shoulder reasuringly. "Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush, or I'd chat up ways to castrate the lad longer. Anyways, I'll see you later, cherry." Xander gives me a bright smile and a wave before he continues on his way.

I feel my cheeks redden to my dismay, and I can't help but be incredibly grateful that Xander had to walk away so fast. I do my best to compose myself and let my hair fall to front my face.

"Beautiful." I hear from besides me, and am completely stunned by the fact that that word just came out of Zanthus' mouth.

There is no way he is talking about me, to me.

"Are you talking about me?" I ask cringing inwardly as I recognize how flustered I sound.

Instead of receiving a verbal response, I instead get a mere nod of the head from Zanthus, as he continues to keep his eyes locked on my own.

I could faint on spot, in this very moment, I swear that to you.

I don't get the opportunity to do so, as Zanthus takes a step forward, in my direction outstretches a hand towards me. I can't figure out if he'd like me to take it or not, but my question is answered when he lets out a huff and takes it upon himself to innitiate the contact.

It's a bit awkward as we walk, it's silent with the obvious sounds from our peers and the such besides us. Despite all this noise, all I can focus on is the contact amongst me and Zanthus, and the fact that I don't actually wish to pull away from him, even though I am sure I should with who he's painted to be.

The major conflict inside my own head initiates at the butterflies that he's rising from me. On one end of it, I shouldn't be in such a close, practically intimate radius with the dark haired boy beside me. Though on the other, I feel as if it's not even my choice, the attraction, thedraw I hold in his direction.

"Hey Angel, would you like to sit with us?" I look over to connect voice to name, and see a guy that I'm certain I have maths with being the beholder, which is only a bit odd considering I've never spoken to him prior.

What a dime I am today, yeah?

I notice the blonde lads' expression turn from inviting to a bit guarded, and his eyes are surely trained on something, or rather someone beside me at this point. I turn to see Zanthus, whose sending a pointed look in the boys' direction, which is simple yet enough to cause said boy to shy back into his seat.

"My apolies, lad. I hadn't a clue she was spoken for." He mumbles and sends a small smile and wave off before turning back to his group and rengaging in whatever banter they were on about.

I wait for Zanthus to correct him, a bit shocked by the fact that the lad actually believed Zanthus and I were in a relationship with each other. It spans silent for a bit, though his correction doesn't seem anywhere in the near future as he just keeps still and quiet besides me.

I can't help but be taken back as I realize that he's in no position to speak up about the comment. It's a bit disrespectful is it not? Surely the boy won't keep the news to himself, regarding Zanthus and I of course, and by the quick stray glances I'm recieving from his friends as he speaks I reckon he's already gone on about it.

I don't even have time myself to say a word in my defense to put out any formualting rumours, as Zanthus has already begun walking towards where I spot Xander and the rest of the boys are sat. I tug his hand a bit, earning him releasing it instantly and turning to face me with aconfused expression.

I refrain from rolling my eyes, he surely can't be oblivious to why I'm upset. I simply gaze at him for a second, or maybe a few, before turning and getting ready to adventure for a seat, yet again.

"Angel! Where are you headed? Come sit here yeah?" Xanders' voice halts me from moving forward, and inclines me of course to turn and face him.

Zanthus is still standing where he was before I turned, the confusion still painted on his face, but also a seeming frown etched along with it as well. I do my best to ignore him as I glance at Xander, whose grinning ear to ear at me in his seat, which coincidentally holds two open ones beside it.

I sigh inwardly, knowing there's not a chance I can get myself out of this without being rude or embarassing myself further to what I've already undergone today. I simply decide to smile a bit at him in return and give a short nod, slowly making my way over to him, Zanthus in follow of me.

I sit beside Xander, more willingly than I do so with Zanthus on my left, and he instantly begins to chat my ear off about some presentation he's got due that's a 'pain in the arse', quote coming from him.

I do my best to adminster comments of my own as he continues, which he takes easily and makes sure to ackowledge each time. I can't lie and say Xander doesn't warm on me quickly yet again, and I truly don't regret sitting next him. He's qiute the character.

At some point inbetween his debate on whether or not A-levels should be binned and why the Inbetweeners' is an excellent show, he's interrupted. One of the other lads, Hades, who is on the oppisite side of Xander, makes a comment that catches his attention and shoots him into conversing with said boy. I take this as a time to assess my suuroundings much more, coming in face with an upset appearing Zanthus as I peer to my left.

His eyes catch mine as he was already looking my way, though to my dismay he doesn't bat them away quickly. Contrary to this, he indulges, or say to say, in the eye contact which I so desperately seek to escape, and do at my own will. Xander's contstant rambling had done good with distracting me from the predicament I was sure to be in and person who caused it.

I keep glancing arround me, trying to shake the weary feeling in my stomach under Zanthus' intimadating eye. I quickly take note of the fact that the boy who'd asked me to sit with him and his mates are still sending glances my direction. As well to that, there's many others doing the same, much to my displeasure, as I can only assume why.

And dare I say, this is not going to end well.