Chapter 6

"I'm Devon by the way." He offered his hand without answering my confused face. "Mia right?"

My brows arched. How come he knew my name? My lips parted and were about to speak when he cut me off.

"Well, sources."

He said still not removing his smile. Unlike Ken, his eyes weren't cold, but it was spooky. It was so cryptic that my body would goosebumps from minute to minute of his stares. 

"Someone's bothering you?" His dark voice brought me back to reality. Our eyes met once again as my heartbeat fast. I couldn't figure out what was the anxiousness in my chest all about. I avoided his deep, suffocating gaze.

I shook my head. "Uhm... I need to go. Excuse me." I stood and he smiled wider.

I gasped before walking away from him.

"Have a great day!" He shouted as I continued walking.

That Devon guy was making me uncomfortable like hell. 

I shook my head while walking toward the restroom. I walked slowly when I heard footsteps behind my back. I looked behind but there was no one. I made big steps with my heart thumping. I really could feel that someone was walking behind me so I looked back again, still no one but air.

I walked faster until something bumped into my head. It was a crumpled paper, now on the floor. I looked around. Who threw a paper at me? My mind was juggling to pick up the paper so I did.

I was hesitant to open it but I got curious so I did open the paper.

~You shouldn't be here. You don't know what will happen tomorrow and on the other day. Be careful Ms. Allaris.~

My brows crossed with the note mentioning my name. I looked around again, hoping to see who threw this at me. The letter creeps the hell out of my stomach with my chest tightening in anxiousness. People here were weird, seriously. 

I started walking again in small steps, still looking for the possible person who gave me a creepy note. My brows crossed when a girl from one of the doors in the hallway ran like something was catching her. 

"Hey!" I ran towards her but she kept on running away from me. Her big legs were way faster but I still tried to catch her. 

"Hey! Miss, wait!" I continued running until someone held my shoulder. I froze. Claire stood in front of me.

"Mia," she greeted.

I turned my gaze behind Claire; my shoulders dropped when I couldn't see the girl anymore. I puffed a breath.

"Who are you calling?" she asked. 

"Nothing. Where have you been?" I asked. She would often show up in front of me like air. It was also weird sometimes.

"Ah to the comfort room. What about you? Where will you go?" 

"I was about to go there actually, so... excuse me." I bowed my head before walking past her.

"I'll accompany you, then let's go to our next class together." She giggled as she wrapped her arm around my shoulders.

"All right." I smiled back. 

We started walking while my mind was still thinking about the paper someone threw at me. I couldn't stop thinking about the note. Was it a big deal? Maybe I shouldn't make it a big deal. Perhaps it was just a prank since I was a newbie. I sighed and kept the paper in my pocket just in case. 

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It had been one week yet the creepy letter from a crumpled paper was still hunting my mind. It shouldn't be such a big deal but I couldn't really stop thinking about it.

I went out to the cubicle. Claire was fixing her hair in front of the sink's mirror. I stood beside her and washed my hands.

"You're that quiet, hmm?" she asked.

Our eyes met in the reflection of the mirror. She was continuously combing her hair.

I shrugged. Since I was a child, I was really quiet. There was a war inside my mind that made me not so talkative human. There was a deep feeling beneath me though, that I was living longer than I know. Like I've been on this earth for many years and not just twenty years.

"I'd rather talk to myself than talk to anyone I'm not sure I can trust." 

Maybe I had trust issues. I only share my thoughts with my Hana. Other than her, I never wanna open up to them.

My brain was full of thoughts. Sometimes I would think there was really a problem in my brain. My mom even planned on bringing me to a psychologist. I just begged them not to and just send me to a different school instead. I prefer that.

"You can trust me," Claire assured. She looked at me while putting back the comb in her bag.

"I'm not sure." I shrugged.

She also shrugged. "You should learn to trust other people but well, it's still your choice. Let's go." She walked towards the comfort room's exit. I made steps enough to be walking with her.

As we entered our room, my eyes looked straight to where Ken was sitting. It was like he had magnets, automatically hypnotizing me from staring at him.

He was talking to a girl with his usual poker face. He quickly looked at me when I passed by him. I sat on my chair while my eyes were still on his back.

"It's Lucy," Claire whispered beside me.

"She's mysterious and weird and she has a big crush on Ken." She meaningfully smiled. 

"I see."

I wasn't surprised. Ken was a drop-dead gorgeous man. Who then wouldn't melt with his olive, cold eyes? I mean everyone would drool with his sexy, firm body. He could be perfect if only he wasn't a cold guy. 

My brows crossed as I witnessed longer how he was entertaining Lucy meanwhile he had been avoiding me like I was some kind of a virus. 

"Someone is jealous," Claire said teasingly. 

I looked at her with a stoic look. "Who?" I asked.

I wasn't jealous. Why would I be? My mind was just playful. That was it. 

She glared at me with a smirk. "Nevermind."

The room became quiet when sister Clarity came inside. She was our religion teacher and her subject actually bore me. I felt sorry for feeling that way though.

I managed to listen to the whole class. Sister Clarity was sharing a story about an angel's everlasting love. "When he saw the girl dancing, 'What was my life for when the girl I love will repeatedly die?' he asked himself."

"But I thought they were angels. Why the hell would they die?" Ellaine asked, confused.

"They were just an angel. Lucifer will always be Lucifer. A very powerful demon."

My brows crossed. I wasn't into religious or spiritual things but something about the story was making me curious. 

"But God is more powerful than him, right?" Claire said.

Sister Clarity smiled. "Right," she simply answered. 

"What happened to him when the girl died?" Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next. 

"He chose to kill himself," sister Clarity said.

"What if the guy can't die? What if he will never die?" Ken asked with a stern voice.

"What do you mean Mr Hendrix?" Sister Clarity's brows crossed.

"I mean what if that was cursed of Lucifer to him? What If he was cursed to live forever so that he'll suffer forever, watching the woman he loves die repeatedly."

My brows crossed. I heard a pinch of pain in his voice or maybe I was just delusional. Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories.

"Then he'll be forever miserable, but it's not what was written here," sister Clarity said. 

"What happened next?" I asked, wanting to hear the end of it. I wanted to know why it was called everlasting love though they were gonna die knowing that angels don't die except for them.

"No one knows what happened next."

My brows crossed. "What? How come?"

What kind of story was that? No conclusions at all.

"No one actually knows who wrote this. Ancient people discovered the book with the last page missing. It was torn apart."

So what was the point of sharing it with us if the ending was missing?

"Maybe because their love story doesn't have an end yet." Claire shrugged. "Maybe it is still not written because the continuation is just about to happen. The exciting part is yet to begin."