The Little Witch

If the atmosphere was suffocating and tense before, now it has become downright awkward and silent. After Jade stormed off the roof, mumbling words between his pursed lips and stamping his feet like a child throwing a tantrum, a heavy silence fell over them.

They don't even dare to move or breathe. It seems like they're all holding their breath, so they won't be the first to break this bitter and unbearable silence.

After what seemed like an eternity, Aim got up and left the little terrace he had made on one of the university's rooftops.

He walked with his head down without glancing around, while the others stared at his straight back without saying a word either. They didn't want to see him unleashed on them like some kind of hurricane or something like that.

When he almost reached the exit door, he remembered the first time he had fled from this roof. It was Kenan who pushed him to abandon his haven, but today it would have been almost different if it wasn't him, who is the source of his senseless annoyance and awful mood.

He slows down for a moment as if he wants to change his mind. Ethan, who has put himself on his stomach to watch him leave, holds his breath for a moment as he prays that he will turn around and join them, without saying aloud a single word of his desire, but the latter continues on his way without glancing over his shoulder at them.

When he reached the stairs, he paused for a moment and took a deep breath as he put his hand on his firm chest. "Damn you, Kenan," he grumbled between his gritted teeth.

"Only you and your little carcass can put me in such a condition." Here I am, insulting the others now. What have you done to me, little sorceress?

He resumes his walk, peacefully thinking about what Jade has just told him, but why him, and how come he is the one who has been contacted? Of all the students on campus, how comes Jade is the one being contacted? What's going on? What have I missed?

While walking, he makes his neurons work since it is the thing at which he is most gifted. He tries to understand where it could come from. If he considers the number of students on campus and their popularity, which is not greater than the palm of a hand, there is no meaning that on the first try, they fall on Jade.

Since they fell into oblivion right after the incident in the lab, they moved on very quickly because it was a mistake, not something intentional.

'There's no way they'll run into Jade directly unless it's someone who knows them all too well and wants one of them to sell my head for a handful of bucks.'

"Is it Nodge who wants to test them to see how well they can help me stay incognito after the revelation I made to them?"

"Although it's been some time already if it was him, he would have told me that. He can not make such a rational decision that concerns me without warning, except for the bodyguards he orders to follow me when there is too much tension, and they all have a code that identifies them as ours. They change them every time, never the same in two days.'

"And their car is also connected to Cody. I just have to scan it with the lights of my car, which are modified to recognize them. Even if someone else had intercepted them and used the vehicle without their code, I would have had an error message on my car's screen.'

All this is to say that he would have known if Nodge had started this story. He sends signs all the time to warn him that it is coming from him so that he can tell the difference between his men. and those who wish him harm.

Even though the bodyguards don't know they're wearing something that identifies them, Nodge doesn't take unnecessary risks with his protege's life.

If he cannot see the death of his parents coming, he will do everything he can to keep Aim alive for as long as possible. Even if he has to give his own life to Aim, he will.

It is not for nothing that he introduced him to Krav Maga and boxing and let him go to this military camp to give them a hand. He knows he is a curious person and very persuasive too.

If their fighting techniques pleased him by chance, he would do everything to participate, and he was so cute when he was younger that those in charge would have no choice but to let him join in training.

Not to mention, keeping him busy with many exciting activities also helps him perform better when he has a lot to work on.

But it wasn't until he returned from boarding school that he started using all these fighting techniques. And two years ago, something happened, forcing him to slow down his activities.

Lost in his thoughts, which were bubbling like a swarm of bees, he walked like a zombie, except this time, he didn't put on his headphones to listen to some music to calm him down. He was far too absorbed in understanding his own behavior and this journalist's story that he did not believe for a second.

He didn't think he was really a journalist. His calculations were never wrong. Numbers are reliable, but it cannot be said of humans. The complexity of the human race is unparalleled, and he can testify to it.

Although the tabloid press uses many means to achieve its goal, it is practically unthinkable for them to fall on Jade on the first try. He knows statistics because he only works on data, although Ewen wants to change everything in him by his mere presence in his life.

As usual, in his blind and somewhat derisory walk, he always takes him to places he does not think he will be able to go one day. So it was thus, letting himself be led by his feet, he crossed the courtyard of the university.

An unmistakable, crystalline chuckle that he knew only too well caught his attention and forced him to snap out of his thoughts almost abruptly. He has this impression that he can even breathe in his scent as if he were in his arms.

He jerked out of his thoughts to focus on the refreshing sound of that happy, clear laughter that suddenly made him breathe like magic when a breath of fresh air invaded his atrophied lungs.

He looked around to find that he had left the university building and was way down the yard, heading for one of the university exits.

He turned to his right to follow the sound of that laugh that brought him out of his thoughts when he noticed Kenan with a beautiful girl staring at him like a vulture.

Given this, he exposes himself without problem or an ounce of embarrassment. He was laughing happily as if he had no problem with having his head thrown to the side. God only knows what joke he was laughing at so much while offering this girl the best show of her life.

Even if this girl had all the money and all the gold in the world, she could not afford such a spectacle, he thought, observing them.

He steps towards them, clenching his fists when he stops abruptly, restrained by an iron fist on his forearm.

Where on earth do you think you're going like this? The person who just stopped him beamed at him.

"And you, can I know why you followed me?" He responded harshly, ignoring the radiant smile of his interlocutor, which caught the attention of the other occupants of the courtyard, who were not far from them.

Ewen jumped at the sound of this voice, which made him lose all his senses and sanity the minute he heard it.

For this reason, he has obtained noise-canceling headphones or earplugs, which he uses for his well-being in the penthouse.

This is to prevent the voice of the other occupant of the house from causing him to lose his head and his life without having had time to enjoy his existence.

It was Cody himself who gave him the idea when he saw the state he was in every time he heard the door to Aim's office open or heard him talking with Cody without even addressing him. He turns red as a peony as his heart begs for one thing: to pop out of his ribcage and start running around the house like crazy until it stops beating.

Kenan whirled around as he stopped laughing. He wasn't sure he heard right, but when his heart started racing in his chest, he knew exactly what he heard was Aim's voice.

"But what the hell is he doing here?" He wonders, grimacing in pain. He put his hand on his chest at his heart's location and leaned a little on the girl with whom he was chatting and laughing peacefully until the arrival of this simpleton.

Sam rushed over to help him sit on the green grass, taking every precaution in the world because she didn't know what was happening to him suddenly.

"Ewen, what's going on with you?" Clamored Sam, who had no idea what to do to help him.

She didn't know he was sick and he was okay before he started to feel unwell. Panicked, she started looking for someone around her who could help him.

"Ewen, what's up with you?" Someone come help me, please. My friend is feeling unwell. "Please come help me."

"Ethan, now is not the time, OK; let go of me. He needs help, and I know how to help him."

Aim glared at Ethan as he spoke with a gruesome expression that could have scared his friend off, but the latter remained firm in his decision. He bore Aim's lethal gaze without flinching.

"This is not the impression I had earlier;" this one answered Aim and looked him straight in the eye.

"I don't care if you felt like it or not, Ethan. Right now, he needs help, and if I don't help him, he might go wrong, and I won't forgive you if anything happens to him through your fault. "

Ethan sighed and released him. He glared at him before walking away from him in a bad mood. Ethan stuck around, let's say, where Aim left him before heading towards Sam and Kenan.

He doesn't want to leave if this beast that lies dormant in his friend intends to surface again. He doesn't want to see him do something stupid because of his lack of tact when it comes to this boy.

He feels like this boy is preventing him from using his neurons to their full potential.

Sam is already starting to cry as Kenan's heart begins to let go, while he cannot explain what is wrong with him while he is in her arms.

"Kenan breathes," she whispers, trying to shake him a bit to keep him awake before two strong arms grab her roughly and pull her aside to clear the space. While those same damn arms lifted Kenan with care and an infinity of gentleness under her choked eyes, she couldn't believe it.

She was about to rush at him to get him away from Ewen, but when she noticed the precautions with which the newcomer lifted Kenan in his arms to sit him in the grass, taking his little face in his hand, she stopped short, wondering if it was the same person who tossed her not long ago who was taking care of Ewen now.

Aim sits down in the grass, pressing Kenan against his chest, and begins to speak softly to him.

Sam tries in vain to listen to what he is saying to him, but she can't, and Aim refuses to let her know what to say to him. He doesn't want someone else to use his means to bring him back when he panics like this.

He wants him to be the only one to do it and no one else since he won't be in this state if he's not around.

"What are you whispering to him?" Sam asks, even more worried. She doesn't know the boy, and even less what he's doing here. He finds him a bit suspicious.

Aim ignores her question and continues talking with Kenan, who begins to return to his normal rhythm. His frantic heartbeat begins to fade, and his breathing isn't as jerky and labored.

Sam calmed down when she saw that what he was whispering to Ewen had helped her friend. She rushed towards them and snatched Ewen with a quick gesture from Aim's grip, who did not expect such zeal from this girl, who was beginning to get on his nerves in a very unpleasant way.

He looked up at her, leaving Kenan's beautiful face he had been lingering on, which was beginning to take on a soft rosy tint, with a dead calm that Kenan and Ethan didn't like.

Before Kenan could say anything to soothe and clarify the situation for Sam and Aim, the handsome mixed-race boy, who begins by squeezing out all the holes in his pores, rushes over to them and grabs Aim by his shoulders, forcing him to stand up to get him away from them.

Mouth open in displeasure Kenan looked at them. He met Aim's cold gaze before he was forced by the pressure exerted on his shoulders to turn away from him by Ethan.

"Do you know him?" Sam asks him, watching them like a mother hen protecting her little chicks from the sharp claws of a hungry evil sparrowhawk.

"I thought I knew him for a moment, but it was just a deja vu feeling."

Kenan answers her without hesitation before looking away from Aim's back, who walks away from him with Ethan without a backward glance, but that does not prevent him from hearing Kenan's answer. And his expression turned even more ugly.