His Dark Cold Love { Book 1 }

6. If Stares Can Kill....

 I was facing Logan, he was putting on his shoulder vest on. All the girls in class were watching really closely, I rolled my eyes and said, " If you keep on going slow motion, it'll tell me that you're not ready to play."

He brings his light violet eyes to me that changed to green, and continued wearing his armor. After a minute or so, we were ready. Coach Morak was in between and signaled us to come forward.

"Now, we are going to have a fair game, no kicking, punching, arm blocking, and shoving. If one of the players happens so got his/her helmet off, the game immediately stops, until that player fixes his/her helmet. Gloves should be on all time, and I'm not going waste another second so, POSITION." Coach Morak said.  

I bring up my helmet and put over my head. Logan does the same thing. I get into my position, sword in a tight grip, and yell, "ON GURAD."

Logan block the first swipe of the sword. I go forward while he goes backward until his back hits the wall, our sword clashes into each other. He pushes his sword forward, backing me up. His blow was the hardest to block but didn't give up. His sword aims to my stomach and was going to hit, but before he could do that I did a split. 

Everyone cheered in the classroom, Coach Morak was just drinking coffee and reading a magazine. Nice coaching Morak.

I get up and started giving him sideway hit, and the sword hits his lungs. Coach blows his whistle and the game ends. 

"Play Over, Ariella wins, class dismissed." Everyone left the fencing room and stayed back because I  had to tie my shoes. I get up and someone yanks me. 

"Hey-" 

"Shut up, remember this isn't over,  I  let you go easily, next time it won't." With that Logan leaves.

Wow! He those type of people who don't like it if they lose. I hear the three-minute warning bell and quickly go to the girl's bathroom to change. I change quickly enough to sprint down the left hallway to het to the Art wing.  

I make in time, and burst through the door, "Ariella Sterling." my teacher asked from taking attendance.

"Here." I immediately said. 

I go to my rectangular shapes table, that everyone has in the class. The way it works is that you have art partners in this class, so you can 'comment' on each other's work. 

I was lucky because I had no partner, I was more of an independent person, I always did my lab work, projects, science fair project ( once with Cole, but he got sick from the project we did about the earthworm, don't want to know.), I always did by myself. 

I went to the art cabinet and took out the paints and brushes I had in my box. I took out my black art pencil and my sketch pad. 

I go to my table and start drawing. I was drawing what I had been seeing as visions. My first drawing was a girl lip to a guy's ears, while her blood dripping hand is tangled in the guy's hair. 

My second sketches were beds and field of calla lily's, gardenia, tulips, red roses, and orchids. It was the same scene when the second time I got the vision. 

I got carried away that I didn't remember drawing a knife. The knives was glowing, it was in somone's hand. It was more feminine hand, and the tip was covered in blood, while drops of blood were dripping down. 

Most imprtantly the knife had a swirly bold design on it and appeared to be surrounded by a source of power. I was frantic when I realized what one of the swirling bold design had a name on it, and the name was, Anna.