\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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I receive questioned stares, looks of pondering, pure wonder from those crowding the halls and sustained corridors. Their eyes scrutinize my arms, my legs, my face, they gaze at me in horror as I make my way towards my locker. Without a care, I throw down my bag, pretending to be oblivious to the loud ruckus of the clashing and smashing of the hard covered textbooks.
I shut my locker door, at the exact moment that my eyes connect with Jordi's as he strides down the hall, towards my locker, towards me. HIs smile slightly flatters when his mind registers the critical condition of my skin, that - to me - still remains a mystery as to why it seems like I'm a walking tomato, well, subtract the green and the roundness. His step slows, as he jaunts closer and closer to me, his bag positioned high on his shoulder.
His eyes, go from side to side, flickering from place to place, spot to spot, scrutinizing my facial features. "Vivian, what happened?" He asks, purely shocked.
"Umm," I say, stalling, thinking of a logical reason for the rash and it's sudden outburst. "Allergies," I finally spit out, after a few long moments of waiting.
"Allergies did that?" He points subtly to my hand.
"Yeah..." Just then, the bell rings, repeating in three more complete cycles. After waving goodbye, I step away from the lockers, turning my back towards the stares and sly remarks. Rushing down the hallway, turning the corner, I instantly bump into a hard chest, stumbling backward, well, more like pushed backward. Loud grunts and groans follow shortly after impact, my gaze involuntarily lifting to see their face.
They brows are furrowed, as they stare at their arm, the arm I must have brushed. They rub at the skin, a motion as if to ease the pain, but from what? By who?
I shortly recognize the boy to be Zander Lakewide and trust me when I say he isn't exactly the kindest heart of them all. His loose locks fall in his eyes as his brown eyes stare at me in repugnance. He curses at me, but his words just seem to ricochet off the top of my head like a near hit of a bullet.
I keep on walking, turning my back from him, though I feel him follow, and I could only hope his going this way because of his next course, though a feeling of intensity starts to formulate in my gut, my stomachs beginning to churn, creating an ache as excruciating as yesterday morning.
From out of the blue, a dirty blonde with midnight shining blue eyes emerges from out a door, not making the slightest of eye contact with me. Alakade strides past me, his irises - just for a moment - connecting with mine but then averting away as if he never even saw me.
From behind me, I hear a slight hit of a shoulder, but don't turn back. It's only then that I realize I'm no longer being followed. At least, not by Zander...
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Sorry for the short chapter again, I'm not exactly happy with this one, and might rewrite it in the future, what did you think?
