INSUPER :: ʟᴜᴄᴀs | ɴᴄᴛ [✓]

,ONE

ONE

irene sighed as she bit the top of her pen, while trying to listen to the new history teacher's lesson.
he was taeil's substitute, but although he was well educated and friendly, everyone hated his presence and no one seemed to be interested in his never ending classes.

her thoughts were way louder than the man's soothing voice and her mind was far away from the room, well, actually far away from this century to be specific.

many were the methods her parents used to refrain irene from thinking about lucas and the other guys, methods of no use since their essence, their faces, their voices and their manners were like sculped in her confused brain.

«earth calls irene! earth calls irene!
the lesson is over, let's get out of here pretty please?»

fatuma, the female's new seatmate, whined while trying to drag her to the exit.

irene snapped from her thoughts and stared at the younger, who was kind of getting impatient.
she then stood up as she put her belongings in her schoolbag, wondering how such a lazy and weird person like her friend would enter in a well-known college as hers.

that was because fatuma was quite young, born in the year of 2000 to be specific, but had already gotten into the course because of her "amazing skills".
as for her weird personality, irene sometimes felt like the eighteen year old girl came from another dimension.

and no, not like a 4D dude.

after leaving the classroom, the girls walked down the main hallway, ready to head home while avoiding the pushy students, who knew nothing about personal space and kept making the short, but slow track to the doors messier.

«before going home, can we stop at the new cafe in town?»

«sure- oh, irene be careful!»

fatuma exclaimed a bit late as the principal's door suddenly opened wide, perfectly hitting irene's face, who crouched down while holding her head. some awkward painful sounds escaping her lips.

the person that caused the accident quickly excused himself, bending down as well and making sure that she wasn't hurt anywhere.

maybe that was the last thing he would've done since when he met irene's eyes, he literally froze in his position.

the man's face was tinted with a panicked expression as his throat became dry and his skin paler.
on the other hand, for the dark haired female didn't take long to recognize him as johnny, the creator of the guys' paintings.

«why are y'all being so shook to see each other for?»

fatuma vainly asked while laughing nervously, probably not recalling the male's face and fame and interrupting the staring competition.

johnny got back to his senses and stood up. he bowed a few times and flew away by saying that he was late for an important appointment, leaving the two girls dumbfounded.

he ran to his car while placing his right hand on his chest, as if to stop his heart from beating so fast.
he got on the vehicle and started the engine, driving towards the gallery were the latest art show was displayed.

«i'm going to be in a serious trouble.»

[...]

«irene is alive and here?!»

that was the first thing haechan screamed after hearing that johnny met the well said girl in college.

he fell on the yellow sofa placed in front of his mate's desk and ruffled his hair repeatedly

«that means one of lucas' paintings caught fire and-»

«and yes... now that i and her met, in a couple of days we'll be in trouble.»

the taller spat blocking the other one.
he sighed staring at the busy city seen through the windows as he tried his best to think about a series of excuses to save both him and his staff from being the main characters of an imminent scandal.

how he wished he didn't hid an automatic system that would set the canvases on fire whenever a human gets out of it after a long period of time spent in it.

he was regretting his actions.

it wasn't his fault tho: the boys' knew all the rules and all the risks, so they were responsible.

but actually taking irene back to the present? that didn't make sense.

something wasn't right and johnny could clearly feel that.

«i wonder if taeil's alive too...»

haechan whispered, playing with the sleeves of his shirt. a frown soon appearing on his young face.

«i really hope he is.»

and while the two males kept contemplating their limited choices,
in a fancy cafe located in the center of the town were the two girls who still decided to stop at the well said place

«was the guy from before the one that legitly messed up your life with some weird paintings?»

fatuma asked sipping on her coffee.

irene quickly nodded, her eyes lighting up as the friend finally spoke out the matter.

she found a proof.
a proof that she wasn't and she is not crazy or ill: her journey was real, the people she met were real, the emotions she felt were real.

but something made her think twice before exposing the author and eventually finding a way back to the seventeenth century.

she had to speak to johnny as soon as possible: many were the question left without a decent answer.

it was time to find them out.

unedited.