*Book 1*
*Completed but Editing*
Saphira Colby doesn't actually exist. The memories she comes up with, the family she describes and the appearance she takes on isn't real. It's a disguise. A disguise to hide the real her, the her that's being hunted...
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Chapter 6 "Unauthorised Conversations"
Saphira's POV:
A familiar voice groans, the sound getting cut off by someone else's shrill squeal of elation. I turn my head, only to see the same blonde from yesterday jumping from her seat and practically running to where Nate's sitting at the back. How can you possibly run in 6-inch heels?
Paris manages however, as she's sitting in the seat beside Nate in a matter of two seconds. The poor boy meets my gaze, a desperate twinge to his eyes. I sigh, weighing my options. I can either help him and be on his good side, hopefully meaning that he won't be as curious of me anymore. Or, I can not help and make him even more curious than he already is.
Yeah, not really any question as to which option I'm choosing.
I exhale before lifting myself up, ignoring the twinge in my side as I stride over to my group. I stand above the two, a slight frown on my face as I try and figure out a way to get her to move without creating a scene.
Is it even possible?
"Nate, can you please go and get the topic sheet?" I ask, feigning innocence whilst giving Nate a pointed look. He nods vigorously, standing up and darting out of the way of Paris' fake nails as she claws at him. As soon as he's left I walk around and take his seat, sinking onto the plastic chair with small caution.
Don't hurt yourself, I repeat to myself, feeling triumphant as no pain runs through my ribcage.
"That's not your seat!"
Her voice is high pitched and nasally and for a second I wonder if she swallowed any helium recently.
"It's Nate's!" I feel her glare on the skin of my cheek, but I refuse to look at her, keeping my eyes on Nate as he takes a piece of paper from Matthew.
"I'm sure he won't mind," I say, sounding indifferent as she sputters in disagreement.
"He wants to sit next to me! Not a whore like you just trying to get his attention!"
I roll my eyes, but a spark of anger makes my jaw clench slightly.
"Move!"
Before her hand can connect with my body, I snap to the side, catching her wrist. Her eyes widen in surprise and slight fear as I stab her over and over again with my eyeballs.
