Specificity At It's Finest.

Specificity At It's Finest.

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"Blaise, you should really start working on it," Ravyn warns. I know that she's right. I know Portia's right. I even know that Becca's right, but still, I don't feel like doing it. Fitting in. Becoming just another face in the crowd. Who wants that? "I know, Ray," I start, looking over at her, and take a deep breath, thinking. "It's just the principal of it. Being shipped off to some university for a couple years, where I won't even fit in, just for more education?" "It's not some university, Blaise," Ravyn says, looking at me with wide eyes, eager for knowledge. "It's the Academy. The most pres-" "-tigious school in the entire Sector, I know. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, I know. And it's the best thing that I could ever do, I know! I've already heard all of this before," I finish, with a huff. Ravyn rolls her eyes, and exhales. "Blaise, I know you think it's just some place that teaches things we already know. But," she pauses, waiting. "What if it's not?" But what if it is? Inside, I'm screaming at her, furious. Unable to understand why she doesn't see it the way I do, why she's content with all of it. Frustrated I can't make her see it the way I see it. Outside, I'm just mildly discontent. My hands start shaking, and get extremely hot. I look down at them; they're nearly orange. Orange? I think. That can't be right.
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"Oomph!" The sound rushed out of my mouth as the door opened before I could reach the handle and my body hit a wall. I took a step back and realized that it wasn't in fact a wall, but instead a very attractive male. I looked up at his head to see a very messy, but sexy, mop of black hair on top of his head. When I looked closer, I noticed that his hair was a very deep brown that was probably often mistaken for black. My gaze traveled downward to his eyes, where I found two deep, ocean blue eyes looking back at me. My gaze travelled farther down to his crooked nose, to which I assumed came from too many fights. My eyes finally found his pink, very plump lips, which were turned into a sneer. "You have got to be kidding me!" His pink lips said in a very offensive voice. My eyes turned questioning as I looked back up into his eyes. "Whatever, lets finish this. I, Ashton Carter, reject you, as my mate." He, or Ashton, said with venom lacing his voice. He quickly turned and walked down the now vacant hallway with no glance back. Rejection? On my first day? The first person I make eye contact with at this school, rejects me. I guess that's how this school works, if the hottest boy in school rejects you, you're a nobody. So much for making friends, or mates, or whatever they call people at this school. I shake those ocean blue eyes out of my head and continue into the office to start my new life.

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