Reality

15

I sat in the cafeteria with my food in front of me, Miles sat beside me. He seemed to be enjoying that sandwich quite a lot. I stared at him with my eyebrows drawn together as I watched him devour the chicken and mayo sandwich in what seemed to be seconds.

"What?" he asked, unaware of the Mayo sat at the corner of his lips. I giggled at him and reached to wipe it off with my thumb. I looked at my now mayonnaise covered thumb and shrugged as I popped it into my own mouth, licking up its remains. Miles smiled at me as I did this. "You look like you're sucking your thumb." He smirked at me as I hurriedly took my thumb out of my mouth and looked down with a blush.

We began to kick at one another's feet under the table as we ate, occasionally stealing glances of one another with sly smiles on our faces. Until we heard a tray slam onto the table.

Our heads shot up, our eyes wide with shock as they met her own deep blue ones. "Well, hey there!" She said excitedly in her thick Texan accent.

"Amelia." I said and nodded my head in acknowledgment of the odd girl as she sat across from us. I briefly remember her stare from the coffee shop from what seemed like forever ago and felt chills go up my spine.

She nodded back at me. "Jasper." She said before turning to the blue eyed boy next to me. "You must be Miles, yes?" She grinned devilishly with her bright red lips. Miles only nodded at her, his jaw clenched. The two seemed to have a conversation with their eyes for what felt like forever.

"Well," Amelia broke the silence. Rumours were spread left right and centre around our school about her, saying she hung out at graveyards and practiced Witchcraft. "I suppose I should be heading off then. Until next time boys, Lovely speaking to you." She grinned and picked up her tray, walking away. Her black hair flowing behind her as she headed back to her own table.

I looked over at Miles with confusion, he looked tense. "Miles?" I whispered. "What was that about?" I asked him carefully. He looked at me and his hard features softened.

"Nothing." He answered and grabbed my hand underneath the table for reassurance.

But him holding my hand didn't reassure me at all. Because a blind man could see that they had met before, and something was most definitely up.

But I trusted Miles, if I needed to know he would tell me.

Right?