Her Returned Mate

Her Returned Mate

Lin B

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When a simple college student, Gia Dizon met the white, tall, and handsome Evan Walker, she knows her life will never be the same again. Convinced that meeting him would just make her frustrated, she tries to ignore and say no to all his invitations. Jumbled and in fury, Gia is shocked to find herself marrying Hunter weeks after she pulled that tearful act in the park, in front of Evan and his new girl. She tries to get rid of him but, Evan is tormented by his past, and was consumed by the need to be with her. As they embark on a new journey, Gia discovers more about her sleeping inner demon, as well as the real relationship she had with Gia before that tragedy happened.

Chapter 1 What's Yours

I walked with confidence in the wide corridor along with my two friends who were both silent to my sides. Every eye was following my moves, like a paparazzi who would capture everything you do and soon post it on social media for them to feast about.

I would understand why they're looking at me mesmerized if only one; I'm giving them Kendall Jenner vibes which I think, I'm not?

No! I am just a mere student.

I mean, what did I do? Do I deserve all those filthy stares filled with envy from those women who think highly of themselves?

And no. They were not mesmerized. I actually sense green with the way they stare at me which I just shrugged off, as usual.

Jesus! I'm so tired of hearing issues after my name. I know they're killing me inside their mind because of their lame idea that I stole their boyfriend's heart ever since I came here to university.

For goodness sake. I have been here for three years already. Can't they move on?

"Gia, stop with your stares. You're making their blood boil," Keith, my friend chuckled at her own remarks.

I shrugged. It's not my fault that I possess a sharp cat-eye.

"Let their blood pressure increase more than their normal rate."

Gia, a stealer and was not raised properly. That I grew up not learning good manners and right conduct. Then back to the stealer. Stealer. Well, those are just some of the things I hear from people I don't even know.

I wonder how can one severely judge another whom they barely know?

"Anyway, I heard from our professor that we have a new classmate. I just don't know if it's a guy or woman. But I hope it's a man!" my other friend who's the shortest among us three named Miles exclaimed in excitement.

"And handsome!" Kieth added.

"Oh..." I reacted. "Was he the reason why our group chat last night exploded?" I asked when I remembered their noise there.

"Yes, he was! I heard that he has a high position here in the university... " Miles whispered to my ear, giggling.

I heaved a deep sigh. When it comes to men, these two won't just stop fretting. They said having a handsome stay with us in one room inspired them more to do well in class. Well, honestly... It's our crushes that inspire us to go to school every day.

Shaking my head, I looked at them smiling. "You two should find a boyfriend now."

"Boyfriend what?!" Kieth overreacts. "Noo! Men are just a pain in the ass!"

"Literally!" they both clap their hands in front of me.

My mouth gaped open at Miles word. Seriously?! Lite-fucking-rally?

I just shook my head in disbelief as I looked at them now walking ahead of me. The girls were laughing as they leered at me over their shoulders.

"Hun, walk fast. Our old bald professor might roast you if you're late to his class," Kieth winked.

I checked the time on my wristwatch and found out we only have a minute and a half before our first class starts and the room is one building away. I couldn't help but hiss silently.

The other day, Miles received a sermon from him in front of us. She was so pissed after that he cursed him to the extent.

"Damn, run girls!" I shouted but before I could even run, the two ran first leaving me behind.

I pursed my lips because of it. They were like a human version of Cheetah, as they run fast. Their speed is not just normal for me basing on mine. I was catching my breath when I reached our building. Good thing the room was just located on the first floor.

"Are we on time?"

I glanced at my watch. "Just right," I smiled and knocked on the door twice before opening it slowly.

The three of us sighed in relief. "He's late. I think it's our turn to make him eat his words about being late in class."

I chuckled at Miles's bitterness. I took my seat which was in the last row, followed by Kieth next to me and Miles sitting in front of us.

I could hear the whispers of my classmates, mostly women. The gentlemen were gathered in one place and were watching something from their phones.

"I wonder what he looks like," I heard Kieth whisper beside me.

I just put my arms on my desk and put my head down and closed my eyes. Who would dare try to transfer school in the middle of the semester?

I wanted to take a nap but Kieth talked again. I did not move an inch and let her chatter next to me. I am used to this, in front and on my side, there is always someone talking even in the middle of class.

We were kicked out once because of their loud voices.

Only in them, I experience being kicked out. The girls were the reason why I learned to cut classes, sleep in class without teachers noticing it, and just leave while in the middle of the discussion and later called to the discipline office.

They heard nothing from me but complaints though. But in the end, I was still grateful because I have experienced those that I could not do alone. Well, it's one of the best experiences.

"I have downloaded a new movie," she said which made me open my eyes.

"List it here," I pushed the small notebook lying on the desk to her. "Get your pen."

She scoffed. "Well, what's new?" She took her pen and listed all the titles at the back of the notebook. She then handed it to me which I immediately kept inside my bag.

Soon our professor came in with his straight strict face. It was as if an angel passed by as the surroundings became quiet. The teacher adjusted his pair of subtle glasses before facing us.

"You have a new classmate..." he announced.

My classmates, mostly women, turned their heads outside, including Miles, Kieth, and well, I can't help it. I am also curious about who that might be.

I faked a cough and decided to avert my gaze. I just looked around inside our room and searched for something that would catch my interest.

"I hope it's a guy, and hot so I'd be more inspired to go to uni every day," I heard Keith whisper. "I will worship him wholeheartedly and will be forever thankful. I hope he's the one who would stop me from shifting course to another over and over again."

I chuckled at her last statement. "You have seen a lot of hot and handsome men, just your type, and that's exactly what you said. But what happened?" I laughed lightly.

She frowned then pouted her lips and didn't talk again. Some of my mates were waiting while holding their breath, some were excited and giggling. Even whispering and praying just like this woman beside me.

"Lord, I hope he's the one," she prayed which made me sighed.

Our professor roamed his eyes around. Seeing his students anticipating, he tried to get their attention by coughing loudly which was anyway, effective.

"I know you hate the part of introducing yourself but I want to know you and also, for the sake of your classmates, please do the honor," he motioned his hands as if telling the person to come in.

The person came in and I heard everyone gasping in surprise which includes me. My god... What was the feeling of being God's favorite? He is too damn perfect in the physical aspect! Even the way he walks in front brings women in awe.

"Damn, girl. I changed my mind. I'll shift for the third time," I could sense panic in Kieth's voice.

My brows furrowed. "What the hell, Kieth?!" I uttered in a low voice. "I thought if it's handsome, you will not shift to another course? And this something you should think of properly. You are being ridiculous. Don't base your decision on a man's appearance."

My forehead knotted. The guy in front is beyond handsome! Tall, white, and handsome. Her usual type. But what am I hearing now?

Is she blind? Can't she see how ridiculously handsome this man is?!

His brush-up hair clearly defined the shape of his face. Those deep brown sets of eyes and thick eyebrows which I just wanted to caress to refrain from frowning. His manly narrow nose, and lips pursed, and most especially, his facial hair made him really look so attractive!

"Did I hear it right?" I poked Miles who was silent the whole time.

"I think I will also go with Kieth, Gia ..." my lips hang open at what she said.

"Are you two being serious now?!"

"You know we are not really serious about studying, right? We have graduated from college once... It would be better if we stopped forever. "

I stared at them in disbelief. These two are older than me, and a second courser. I was right there when they graduated from college together, and I even asked why they didn't proceed to master but they just shrugged me off.

I honestly don't know with them. I mean, who's in the right mind to study in college for the second time just because they wanted to join me?

Just Miles and Kieth.

I took a deep sigh when the two bowed their head and did not bother to talk again.

"Evan Walker," the man sparingly introduced himself to everyone.

I looked up just to see those deep brown eyes peering over me. I didn't even notice his presence beside me. When did he come near me? The time was just too fast or maybe I was too occupied with my thoughts that I didn't notice him.

"What's yours?"

I blinked twice. "What?"

"Your name?"

I blinked again"Are you interested in me?"

His shoulders dropped after hearing my question. He left my side with no word coming out of his lips then sat on the other seat in the aisle just across mine.

"No," he answered firmly.

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