Meet Bailey, Jake, Ailani, Adam, Rayne and Kirk.
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I was beginning to crack under his gaze. He seemed to be a world apart from the rest of us. His eyes changed colors daily; he had unbelievable god-like features; and he had singled me out. Me. I couldn’t wrap my mind around what was happening. It was so clear he wasn’t like the rest of the kids at this school. But he was familiar to me. I can’t explain it but my scar was going crazy.“Okay, face your partners and get started.” The room was filled with the students turning their chairs, pulling out supplies, all while chatting with their friends. I remained frozen.
“So…Bailey….do you want to get started?” I didn’t look at him. My heart staggered at the sound of his voice, his silk, confident voice that I somehow knew from somewhere. I forced myself to take a breath. Breathe.
“Bailey?” He sounded concerned.
“You’re freaking me out,” I said out loud, not even realizing I had spoken the thought.
He smiled slowly. “I apologize.”
I looked at him, turning my seat. He had already taken out his supplies without making a sound which stumped me. He was so graceful.
“Smile.” He whispered, his voice entrancing me. But I didn’t smile.
“One smile,” He pressed, staying perfectly still until I forced the corners of my mouth to go up. He grinned, stunning me momentarily and began sketching.
“Do you like it here?” It was a simple question that didn’t seem so simple coming from his mouth. There were so many answers to that question. Sure. Not really. Of course. I’m getting use to it. So much for light talk.
“I guess.” Drew loves it here, and I would never forgive myself if I tore him away just to bring him to California.
“Why would you move here from California?” His face was hidden behind the easel, but his voice projected clearly. I eyed him over the top of the easel. “I’ve heard the rumors,” he added.
“To be with my dad,” I whispered. I heard nothing, but suddenly he was sitting in front of me, unleashing his addicting gaze.
“So you moved here to take care of your dad?” I thought about it.
“More like to keep him company. I always worry about leaving him alone,” I admitted. Jake’s eyes grew sullen as he looked at me. He spoke as if he already knew the answer.
“What about your mom?” There was a lump in my throat depriving me from oxygen. My eyes stung as I hid my face from him. I didn’t want him to see me cry.
Jake stayed silent, watching me. He looked like he was suffering worse than I was. He didn’t grow impatient or acknowledge the people around us, ease dropping.
“She’s gone,” I mouthed, barely audible.
But he nodded and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
I still wouldn’t look at him. The whispers were getting louder and the curious eyes were obvious.
“Bailey look at me.” I shook my head, praying for the bell to ring.
“I’m afraid to.”
