"And so, when we start work in the dark room next week, you'll need the notes you took today to help with that first contact sheet. Remember to buy photo paper and have a roll shot by Monday." I finish lecture right as the bell rings and the class flees.
Turning my back to the room, I hurry to erase the scrawled notes I wrote on the white board. If I'm being honest I know that none of them listened to anything that I told them today, and their sheets will turn black from overexposure or be completely underexposed.
"So?" Edward muses, sidling over to me with a small smirk.
"Spit it out, Eddy." I fire back, focused on erasing any trace of me off of the whiteboard.
"Oh nothing, just wondering why Kate told Tanya you love Jasper." He smirks, and I roll my eyes again.
"Look Edward, I can't fall in love with, much less like, a boy I quite literally met a week ago. I don't know what it is with you people and fate, but fate doesn't exist." I snarl, erasing the board so hard it trembles along the wall.
"How can you live a life full of so little hope?"
His gaze is certain on me, and it breaches into me like he can take my thoughts and spin them to his liking. Like he could know more than he should with just one look.
"Well, when your 'fate' ends up being an axe murderer, come talk to me." I huff, slamming the eraser down on the tray, leaning heavily on the desk with my back to him so he can't see the panic on my face.
I can feel my chest constricting, white hot pain stabbing at my lungs, my mind wanders to that night. The horrific scene plays in my head like the cinema, and I can't get it to stop. I try to focus on anything, the tick of the clock, my breathing, even the drip on the water faucet, but nothing seems to calm me like it should.
"Lina?" Edward looks frantic, he's by my side just as I drop to the floor, curling up into the fetal position as I choke on air and tears.
Vaguely I hear the door open and someone coming to my side, their conversation is frantic, but I can't make it out.
Suddenly, someone is pulling me into a seated position, forcing me to breathe with them. It's like I can only focus on them, their breath becomes my own, and like I've been shot with sedative, my heart starts to calm.
I close my eyes, continuing to focus on breathing, as I do, the high feeling becomes more pronounced. When I'm not choking anymore, the arms around me disappear, and Kate's frantic voice invades my mind.
"Calina, oh my god. What did you do?" she seethes, and I can't help but guess that Edward is on the end of her anger.
They argue, and I just keep willing myself to stay breathing, suddenly missing the arms wrapped around me.
"Lina, can you stand now?" Kate finally asks, her hands cupping my face as she forces me to look her in the eye.
"Yeah." I respond shakily, using her to stand up and lean against the desk once again.
"Jasper, get out of here." Edward whispers lowly, and my eyes meet those of his.
Their golden hue sends a chill down my spine, and I find myself thinking unspeakable things about the handsome man in front of me. He looks utterly dead inside, drained of all emotion except for sadness. It seeps off of the both of us and seems to coat the room.
He seems angry as well, his fists are balled at his sides as he watches my every move carefully. Something in me wants to take away his pain, so that he never has to feel it again. The stress of that alone spikes my breathing, and he looks like someone has hit him with a bus.
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CEASELESSLY (J. HALE)
Fanfiction**None of us saw it coming, not even Alice. No one could have predicted it, no one could have prevented it. Once we saw, we knew that we could never be the same.** After the incident, all Calina Laraunt wanted was for life to be calm again, and fo...
