In a world where magic was a privilege to a very reduced number of people, a few select out of the most powerful families, Chesterfield college for gifted new adults was a very rare privilege.
After a life-altering accident, Skylar Evander, only chi...
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'Everyone else is not you. It turns out that's a huge problem for me.'
Clementine von Radics
( H A Y E S )
Parties were where Emre thrived the most, wild ones where he could let loose away from the tight masks he wore all the time, and as the jerk he is, he dragged me along with him. I sat in a corner, a glass of wine in my hands, watching everyone dancing and laughing and playing.
The fake laughter of the girls trying to trap me into conversations unnerved me so much. I wonder what kind of a person would deliberately try to shackle themselves up with me.
Well, anyone except Wren, whom I now avoided like the plague after the mess she caused me with Skylar, or else, I'd end up saying things that I should definitely keep to myself. . "What are you looking for, mate?" Emre asked me playfully, his usually pale cheeks turning red from the alcohol he consumed.
A pair of brown eyes, brown hair and an attitude that could perfectly match mine. That's the only person I looked around for, lately. The one I cowardly ran away from. God, I hated myself for that, hated every fiber of my stupidity and panic.
Then she appeared, walking almost awkwardly with her four dorm mates, wearing a red dress that made looking away the most painful torment to ever endure.
The first time Skylar stepped foot into Chesterfield, she looked as lovely as an innocent fawn. In her school uniform, she looked determined and invincible. In that party, however, she looked like the whole room should bow down at her feet. She looked exquisite. That wasn't good for my self-control. That was her driving me to the edge of madness.
I've been trying for days, not to get too swept by the current of her entrancing presence. She was too bright for me, too sweet, too smart, too kind. She was the magnet to the stardust inside my veins, the siren call I couldn't bring myself into ignoring. "Maybe you'd want to close your mouth before you catch a fly, Hay." He warned.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I told my friend coldly, and he thankfully dropped the subject. I kept watching her, drinking and talking and laughing. "Pass me something strong." I asked Emre, who was barely smiling at my misery. Tonight is just getting worse.
I took a gulp from the whiskey he gave me. "Shit." He winced, lowering his eyes down to his drink, then it clicked. Someone was approaching Skylar. Kallias Einar was approaching Skylar.
He was in his third year. I had nothing personal against the guy, but the simple fact that he had a tendency of talking about his conquests in detail still made me despise him. And damn me if I was going to let him mess with the girl I was supposed to protect.
