Hidden Colors

My expression morphed into confusion. I voiced, "What are you here for?"

Ignoring my question, he looked down at the phone in my hand. "Can't even put your phone down?"

"It's attached to me. A real medical condition," I deadpanned. "I thought I told you not to answer questions with questions."

"Did you?" He smirked. "I don't recall. Anyways, I wanted to tell you something."

I waited for him to elaborate. When he didn't speak, I quirked an eyebrow. He just stood there seemly searching my face with a somber expression. Annoyed, I snapped my fingers in his face. He flinched before his lopsided grin returned to his face and he leaned against the door frame as he did often. His face was in close proximity to mine and I my face flushed red. Just as I was about to step back, he spoke.

"I lied. I gave you my number because I wanted to."

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Evelyna Simoni is pretty average girl. She's a sarcastic hothead most of the time, sure, but just another college student. The only thing different about her is she doesn't have a mark.

The mark that will tell you where your soulmate will first touch you. In a world that idolizes love, a mark was important.
But she didn't have one.

And Zander McAlistair, the guy who coincidentally ending up rooming with one of her friends, is just another college guy. Atleast this is what Evelyna thinks.

When two people lock eyes in Chrystara, true colors are bound to burst.

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This is my FIRST STORY!
Read at you own risk!
I'm kidding- read it.