Chapter 4

I stared blankly at him, not opting to follow up on the conversation or back away from it

His features were just.. eye catching, nothing out of place just....perfect. Once again I thought it was .....magic.

Was it cliché to say that he used beauty enhancements, or that his face glistened at the slightest provocation of movement, or that his skin was the fairest I had ever seen, almost looking pale, his eyes, so enchanting yet so mysterious.

His build was very defined, I could see it through the loose sweat shirt he wore, an athlete, the muscular but somewhat lean kind. He smelled of roses, so you can see why I found him , in a word .... Attractive

He looked like the seniors back then when their exams were approaching because of the sweat and obvious sleep deprived eyes he bore, but to the best of my ability I couldn't remember anything about an upcoming exam and frankly all thoughts came to null with his stare

" Hey, are you okay?" He asked after a while

" I'd rather go I'm running late" I walked past him with hastened steps

" If that's so then you won't reach your room till dawn – your going in the opposite direction" he said readjusting his figure as he too walked away

Panicked I shouted

" so how do I get to my dorm?!"

"Simple, you follow me, it just so happens that we are in the same dorm wing" he winked with a smile

I shyly strode towards him as we set off to my room. Walking beside him, a wave of realization washed over me

" wait a minute ?, How do you know where my dorm is?"

He simply smiled

" That would take a long time to explain, why don't you meet me at the cafeteria tomorrow, I'll be more than happy to tell you"

Realising his meaning or more like his format as we called it back home, I paused before continuing

" are you always this suspicious about people?" he asked with a raised brow

Something was definitely off I thought . Both times he had said things that ....well ..only I should know

Also, his guesses couldn't be attributed to my facial expressions as we were both walking straight, never turning to notice my expression. Yet he talked as though he knew exactly what I was thinking....freaky

Faith stop it, you can't keep attributing any and everything to magic...maybe he is just good at reading people ....wait what, reading people .....argh! .....can't everyone just be normal.

" Yes, when I only just met them"

He kept this face, as if he was seriously considering it

" Hmm. Interesting " he said

Even though everything was screaming in me not to continue the conversation, my curiosity got the better of me, forcing me to say

" what's interesting? "

An awkward pause later

"What's interesting is that, I've watched you since the day you came into this academy and never for once have you ever engaged yourself in conversation; typical traits of a loner, but that's just it , you aren't one"

"how do you know?" I asked

" well, loners don't think anything about anyone, they are simply that....alone but you on the other hand think about everything in your way....I'm thoroughly impressed" he said as we took a turn into another unfamiliar corridor

I waited for him to continue, but it seems like all the men in this school have a knack for being vague and reserved in their conversations, at least that was what I thought. First High Master Darelle and now this....this....Mark

I sighted before saying

" and why are you impressed?"

He stopped at a door to out right which I finally recognised to be mine, he turned to face me; his eyes sharp and alert, staring deeply down at me, his breath nearly felt at the tip of my perched nose as I raised my gaze to meet his, he took his sweet time observing me at such a close angle before saying

" I admire your charisma and foot forward attitude but I promise you, GOC will break you. You must have realised it by now, the stares as you walk through the halls, everyone thinks of you as nothing more than garbage meant to be disposed off, and by all means I agree with them, why? Well it is because I do not know what your game is; putting up this appearance of innocence and vulnerability forcing the idea of amnesia to enhance the chances of me not ripping you apart, but it isn't fooling me.....Esper"

I stood there mortified but not panicked, I stared through every last one of his hateful and pessimistic attempt at 'bullying the new kid' and when he was done, I told him simply and with the sternest voice I could muster

"F**k You!"

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I slammed the door behind me and stuck close to it, trying to calm myself down but it just broke me even more

And as the tears streamed down, I hated myself even more for it

Being talked to like a kid, being told off with such words really did hurt

'Who does he think he is ??, Who does he think he is !! ' I shouted.

Unknown to me, my eyes had taken up a new colour- a faint dark purple, but as my veins grew with my rage I couldn't care less what colour they were.

My mind was disillusioned with hate, more with my self than at him. Why?, well, what if what he said is true?, what if I am destined to one day be disposed off, quite frankly the idea did not seem so bad at the moment

My whole life has been a mistake, isn't it only fare that someone put me out of my misery....well maybe, no one wants to, they want me to suffer, they want me to feel the shame of a thousand life times...hell on earth, a most suitable line for my current emotional status

Argh!! I flung the table across the room, although it was made of hard wood, it was surprisingly lighter than I expected, almost weightless

Crashing into the hard wood work of the walls, it broke into pieces, further infuriating me

Arghhh!!!!!

With a final shout I lost consciousness. What I wasn't conscious of, was the crater sized hole beneath where I now lay , purple energy surging around from the blast, my body oozing off the strange dark purplish energy and my eyes now fully black.

What a beautiful day, wouldn't you say