Resurrection (Shadowhunter Series: Vessels of Raziel)

Chapter 1: Blind Man

A blind man who can see is better than a seeing man who is blind. -Proverbs

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Scarlette flinched as the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. She smiled to herself excitedly as she stood up and began to pack up her stuff, which really wasn't much considering it was an AP Art class. She paused briefly to pull her long, black hair over her shoulder, her eyes glancing up every second or so. As Scarlette was fastening the velcro on the cover of her canvas book bag, a pair of calloused hands gently pushed up her glasses, covering her eyes, and she giggled before spinning around. Her foot caught on the leg of a chair, and an arm encircled her wrist, steadying her with a familiar chuckle. Scarlette looked up with a fine eyebrow raised, her lips tilting in a smirk. Her violet eyes met a set of cerulean blues that sparkled with amusement.

"Oliver to save the day?" She laughed again and shook her head, some of her hair falling into her face as she grabbed her bag, then righting her glasses in their proper place. Scarlette could feel Oliver roll his eyes as he spun her around and placed his hands squarely on her shoulders.

"Are you ready for one of the best nights of your life?" He grinned in a way that made butterflies take off in her stomach, a blush tinting Scarlette's cheekbones.

"What do you mean?" She swung her bag onto her shoulder, turning towards the classroom door with a tick of her head. Scarlette waited until Oliver was next to her, his arm brushing hers as they walked. He turned his head to look at her, a piece of his brown hair falling onto his forehead, but he brushed it back into place with a sweep of his hand and a huff. Scarlette bit back a laugh as she remembered when they had gone to get haircuts, and while she had trimmed her long locks, Oliver had asked for the sides to be shorter than the top. If she remembered right, the stylist had called it an undercut. She'd warned him against it, the longer part of the hair tending to be unruly, but he'd simply said "it looks good and chicks dig it". He begun to hate it once he had to start sacrificing five minutes of sleep to tame his hair, but Scarlette had never said "I told you so".

"What do you mean," He copied her English accent terribly, causing her to swat his arm playfully. "We're going to go out tonight to celebrate our 10 year friendiversary." Oliver said matter-of-factly, causing her to smile with pride. She glanced around as they walked into the student parking lot, heading towards her car.

"Where?" Thoughtlessly, her hand went to her jean pocket, tugging on the Harley Quinn lanyard that stuck out of it. Her keys came free, and she swung them into her hand while listening to Oliver.

"Some club called Pandemonium, it's for all ages so we wouldn't need fake IDs to get in." He explained, then Scarlette turned her head to look at Oliver accusingly.

"Is this another one of your ploys to try and get me to loosen up?" She raised an eyebrow and unlocked her car as they approached it, a brown Chevy Tahoe she'd gotten off of Oliver's dad for next to nothing.

Oliver wandered over to the passenger side while Scarlette hopped into the driver's seat. They both buckled up as they argued back and forth over whether they should go out or not, only pausing to belt out the lyrics to their favorite song as Scarlette drove to Oliver's house. It didn't take long considering he only lived ten minutes from school, but Oliver was still arguing his case as she pulled into the parking garage of a small apartment building. Quietly, Scarlette cut the engine and turned in her seat, staring at Oliver with a genuine smile on her face as she waited for him to stop talking, which he was doing rather animatedly.