The Bad Boy Goes To Harvard

Chapter 9

Emily

White (p:/wʌɪt/) [adjective]:

The color of milk or fresh snow, due to the reflection of all visible rays of light; the opposite of black. It may be used to describe something devoid of hue, also the color of purity and innocence.

It was also the only word I could use to describe the area that surrounded me. I won't lie. The thought of me being in heaven has crossed my mind. Crossed is an understatement, let's just say it lingered around for a while. The room was so brightly lit, to the point of physically hurting me. My mind even went a little hazy, and my knees started to buckle. For a moment, I could feel an agonizing sizzle going down my spine from the back of my eyes, right where the nerves are. Just when I was about to collapse, the lights dimmed. After a moment to recover my eyesight I recognized Jayden's figure standing by the door next to what seemed like an alarm system's control.

"Fascinating," he muttered in pure adoration as he studied the control box.

"What is?" I inquired as I walked towards him to inspect the box.

"The security system. He doesn't go for the loud flashing alarms, no. He uses blinding instead. To catch the culprits in the action without alerting anyone from the outside. Captures them like mice," he explained.

"What the hell are you talking about? It's just a bright light," I said, although a bit unsurely.

"It's not just any light and you know it. Did you not feel that sizzle?" he said knowingly.

I shuddered and hugged myself. "You felt it to?" I asked.

"Of course I did. Anyone within a ten-foot radius would feel that," he said.

"What the hell is this?" I demanded.

"It's actually LED light. But it has a very high concentration of Ultraviolet rays. I don't have a clue what the other components are. I'm bull at chemistry. All I know is that if we stayed in that light for a few seconds more, our eyes would have been dead as a doorknob and our other senses completely paralyzed. Except your sense of pain. Quite the opposite actually. It intensifies about 300% more," he said.

I looked at him skeptically.

"I have so many questions I wanna shoot at you, I don't know where to begin," I said slowly.

"Well don't pull the trigger just yet. We gotta figure out who this guy is and get out of this place," he said and started heading cautiously out of the room.

I followed hesitantly after him. Right out of the room was a narrow hallway with an important-looking metallic fencing. We walked until we reached a spiral stairway. Except it wasn't a normal stairway. It was completely covered like an elevator tube with an exit and entrance door. The outer part was covered in reflective glass, but you could see through the glass from the inside of the tube. We both slipped inside and observed the area for any glimpse of movement.

"Where the hell is he?" I asked impatiently.

"I don't think he's anywhere here. I think he stayed downstairs," Jayden replied.

Suddenly the lights went out.

"You have got to be kidding me," I muttered while sticking my hand into the top of my dress.

I could feel practically feel Jayden's eyes on me. "What are you doing?" he asked amusedly.

"You can see?" I asked surprised.

He stayed quiet for a moment before he drawled, "Pfft. No, of course not."

I gave him a flat look and pulled out my phone and turned on the flashlight. Jayden shielded his eyes away from the light beam.