Graces POV
"Grace! Get up your gonna be late for your first class!" Yelled my roommate Elizabeth. I opened my eyes and looked over at my clock, shit.. its 8:15 and my art history class starts at 8:30, and it's halfway across campus. I jumped out of bed grabbed my book bag and ran out of the door, as I was coming out I smacked my face off of someone's chest and fell backwards onto the cold hard ground. I blacked out for a moment or two, only to come back to consciousness with a guy staring me in the face trying to wake me fully. "Are you all right?" This random ass guy asked me. I couldn't speak from the pure shock of it all, "Grace? What happened?" Elizabeth yelled coming out of the door, "She ran into me and hit her head pretty hard off of the floor." Said the guy, "Here you can take her into our room, I gotta go to class." She said walking away, handing him her set of keys, well thank you for leaving me in the hands of an absolute stranger. He helped me off of the floor and took me to my dorm, "So, your names Grace?" I swallowed hard, "Yes, I am. And you are?" I said as he set me on my bed. "I'm Mark. I live in the same hall as you." That's curious because it's the middle of the year and I've never seen him, like ever. I've met everyone on our floor and hall, so this is pretty peculiar to me. I had a thinking expression on my face and grabbed my sketch book. He looked worried and anxious about something. "That's cool. I've just never seen you is all." He sighed in relief, and then looked at me. "So, your an art major I presume?" He said to me, "Did the sketch book give it away?" I laughed under my breath. "More like your side of the room is covered in paint, art materials and such." He laughed. " And what's your major Mark?" He looked down. "I am a photography major." he croaked, still looking at the floor. "That's amazing!" I said practically jumping off my bed, cause I found someone that will actually understand me from an artist point of view. His red eyes lit up, wait why in the hell is his eyes red? That's not normal. Unless you have pinkeye or something medical like that, but this is definitely not normal. "Um.. may I ask something." He looked at with me with bright red eyes now. "Why are your eyes glowing red?" I pushed myself farther from him. "It's nothing important." I thought a bit, "Tell me the truth." I yelled at him, his eyes glowed brighter, and deeper in color. "I am." He yelled. He started turning pale and his hair was getting darker. "No your not you liar!" I yelled louder. He jumped on top of me and glared into my eyes, and then smiled at me, and what I saw under his smile I never wanted to think I saw..
A/N Hi, I hoped you like the first chapter, please comment to make this book better and please vote for me!! Thank you all so much!! ~The Author.
