Chapter Fourteen
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Elara's POV
I tried to get it off my mind but the moment kept echoing in my skull, dragging me back to the memory over and over again.
The dream, the one I had last night. It clung to me like glue. I could not keep it to myself so I ranted to Maya as we strolled the hallways towards our lockers.
"I was standing in this weird house, it seemed abandoned.." I murmured, my arms slightly brushing against my best friend’s who was only giving me half of her attention, the rest was on the phone clutched tight to her hands.
"It was dark but the place felt familiar, like I’d been there before. There were broken picture frames littered everywhere." I continued.
Maya finally tore her eyes away from her screen and narrowed them at me. "I think you need to relax Elara, your brain is probably still traumatized from the horror movie we watched last weekend. The one with the possessed attic girl?"
I rolled my eyes at her. "This is serious Maya, it is not about some dumb horror movie." I halted in my steps right in front of my locker. "It felt so real, too real." I said twisting the lock open.
Maya raised her hands at me in mock surrender, a playful smile grew on her lips. "Well, dreams feel real sometimes. That doesn't make you psychic or cursed." She paused to choke out a nervous laughter.
I opened my locker and my hands reached for my economics textbook.
Maya was still ranting about some dumb horror movie when I suddenly felt chills run down my spine, I felt my pulse flicker.
That scent again.
Clean like rain.
He was here.
My gaze swept down the hallway until it landed on Jordan. He was leaning against the far wall, talking with two boys from our class. His laughter drifted toward me, deep and warm. His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, and for a second, I wondered what they were saying to make him laugh like that.
The events from last night began to flood back to my memory, Adrian, Jordan, everything replayed in my head. I was reminded of some unanswered questions I felt the need to ask.
I immediately turned to Maya. "Maya." I spoke hastily. "I think you should head to class without me, I will join you soon."
She blinked. "What? Why? Is this about the whole psychic thing?" Her brows were arched at me in utter confusion.
I scoffed. "What? No, of course not. There is just someone i need to see first and no, I am not psychic!" I snapped at her.
My eyes were still fixated on Jordan, I was reminded of how he pulled me into his arms last night, like I meant something to him.
"Elara! Not him." Maya's voice jolted me out of my thoughts. The smile on her face had disappeared and her eyes were now on him too.
I wanted to deny that I was not just staring aimlessly at Jordan but she had caught me red handed. "I just need to speak to him urgently."
"You wanted to get over him.." Maya said in a questioning tone.
“Yes. And I will.”
Eventually.
"Well that is not going to work if you keep talking to him!" Now she was scolding me. I wanted to tell Maya everything that happened between i and Jordan last night but I could not because she was barely even understanding my dream last night.
"Just trust me Maya. If it was not something important, I would not be talking to him." I said in a reassuring tone.
Maya sighed, she flashed me a defeated look. "Just be careful." She said gently.
I nodded and watched her slip into the crowd.
I averted my gaze back to Jordan. I noticed he was no longer standing there. The spot were he stood just minutes ago now felt cold and quieter.
My eyes caught him making his way towards the music room so I rushed towards him, recklessly.
"You!" I yelled earning a few glares from the other students in the hallway. "Care to explain what happened last night?"
Jordan did not stop walking, neither did he say a word.
"What did Adrian mean when he called me your....your mate and what did you see on me last night when we were close? You looked at me like i had grown horns."
My questions were enough to stop Jordan from walking. I watched him glance around suspiciously as if he did not anyone to see us together.
"Just stop." He said sharply.
I shook my head in disagreement. "No! I need answers. I am sick of being dragged into you weird, secretive world and left in the dark. I feel like an idiot." I snapped at him.
Jordan ran a hand through his hair and muttered a cuss under his breath. "You do not have to know everything."
My mouth parted but the words caught on my tongue giving Jordan leverage to continue.
"Stay away from me. Stay the hell away from me if you do not want to be in danger!" He yelled at me and just like that, he pushed the door to the class open and stepped right into it, leaving me stranded in the hallways.
Bastard!
He wanted me to stay away from him but he was the one who followed me around like he did not have anything better to do.
I clenched my fist tight and turned around but I did not go to class.
I was too annoyed to even be in the same space with Jordan.
I needed air so I took the longest route home, hoping the cool breeze would clear my head. Mum and dad were out and Lorien was in school so I would have the house all to myself.
I arrived at home but I was dumbstruck when I noticed mum's car was still parked outside. She told me she was stepping out.
I leaned on the front door, I could hear voices, low and urgent tones. I recognized one to be masculine, it sounded just like Mr Cross, the other voice was mum's.
I pushed the front door open and their conversation seized immediately but too late, right before I had stepped into the house, I heard Mr Cross say;
"Do not forget who you are Vivienne."
What on earth did that mean?
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