The class is over but I'm still in my seat. I know how the classes run and I know that this mini auditorium will be empty and free for the next hour or so.I know some students will come in, wanting to read and study, some just wanting to have some space to talk to that guy or girl they've been checking out for a while now.I am neither reading nor studying. I will argue that there is a difference between both of them but that's not what i'm supposed to do is it?I'm also not checking out anyone and neither am I waiting for an avenue to speak to anyone or ask them out. What i want to do is something everyone else in the school has done, i want to stand up and make my way out of the class but i can't.I don't know when this happened. Maybe it's when I stood up to go get the envelope that would contain the name of my partner for the project and the assignment we are supposed to work on, or when I stood up to let my top dry out properly. I don't really know when it happened, but I do kn

"Is it done?"I look at the thing in my hands and take a moment to consider what it is I have done.Reeve is impatient when it comes to things like this, as we all often are when it comes to what we can't see.Be it hopes, dreams, expectations, we can't wait for it to happen, and then we get somehow tired of waiting. Right?I grimace and peer at the ball of light even more closely. "I don't think it's ready."Reeve releases a groan so loud you'd think he's been waiting for an eternity. I roll my eyes mentally and take another look around.I've already established the fact that I'm blind as a bat, and repeating it in my head always pulls me into despair so I won't. The world appears to me in a shimmering white color and I try to feel for where one of the chairs might be.To everyone else they're standing in a room, to me I'm standing in mid air, suspended between the blazing white above me and the one below. It's why I'm convinced the auras I see aren't figments of my imagination. Why

"And you are?"The red haired guy doesn't look at Cara, he looks at me instead and fixes me with a glare so scorching that I feel myself wanting to melt in my seat.We're at Greg's cafe, and there's an odd feeling at the back of my mind that I was supposed to meet him here. Like our meeting is something that would have happened no matter how much I put it off and now that he's here I see it was really dumb of me to have put it off.A sigh escapes my lips and with it the information Cara has asked for."His name is Leander. He's my project partner."Cara looks from me to him and a sneer forms on her face."Does being a project partner give him the right to barge into the female's toilet?""I didn't know it was only for females."There is a note of anger and frustration in his voice but I know when someone is acting and right now, his expression is equal parts real as much as it is an act. I could be wrong though, but I don't feel I am.I sigh again and place my hands on the table."Can

What the heck?My heart is pounding in my chest and I can feel it hitting hard against my ribcage. My body feels cold and my blood feels even colder. I feel like I've been dunked in a tub of ice.His eyes are glowing.Ayden Bravlov's eyes are glowing. What in hell?"Calm down Janette. I'm not going to hurt you."I nod repeatedly because that's the only thing I can think of doing,HIS EYES ARE GLOWING. HIS EYES ARE FREAKING GLOWING. OH MY GOD.Okay, calm down Janette. I can do this.Glowing eyes don't mean anything, right? Billionaires get new toys every day, maybe this is just one of those toys, right?"Are you calm now?"I nod and remove my hands from my mouth. I can't seem to pull breath and I watch in awe as Mr. Ayden's eyes dim again. It's like a weight has been lifted from my chest and I can suddenly breathe, but apart from that, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.What the fucking hell?"Your eyes glow beautifully Mr. Ayden."The words are out before I can even stop them and Ayden

I am not okay. The feeling I get from all this is strange and weird at the same time, almost like I shouldn't be concerned but I should be concerned at the same time. I know I should be concerned, but I don't feel I should be concerned. He didn't try to kill me, did he? "Your pacing is annoying me." I flinch and turn back to look at Greg. He's scowling at me and he has a sullen look on his face. I'm guessing he's really displeased with how he had to shut the cafe down because of Mr. Ayden. "Will you shout at me if I apologize this evening again?" Greg shoots me another scowl and glares through butter-brown eyes. "I'll kill you if you apologize again. It's not your fault, plus you'll make up for your day off later somehow" I'm sure making up for the lost day will involve more work on my part but I am thankful for it. Not everyone would still keep me hired when I caused their place of business to be shut down. Customers were even posting about it on social media, and that's su