Chapter 2 — The First Warning
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I told myself it didn’t matter.
A look doesn’t mean anything.
People notice each other all the time. It happens. It passes. It doesn’t stay.
That’s what I told myself as I walked across campus later that afternoon, trying to focus on directions, schedules, anything that made the day feel structured.
Normal.
That was the goal.
Not whatever that moment had been.
Still… it stayed.
Not loud.
Just there.
The way his eyes had stopped on me.
The way it hadn’t felt accidental.
I pushed it aside.
There were more important things to figure out.
Like where my next class was.
I slowed near the notice board again, pretending to read through the schedules more carefully this time. Names, room numbers, time slots—everything lined up in a way that should have made sense.
It didn’t.
I checked my phone.
Then the board.
Then my phone again.
“Lost?”
The voice came from my left.
I turned.
A girl stood there, holding a notebook against her chest, watching me with an expression that was more curious than judgmental.
“Not exactly,” I said.
She raised an eyebrow slightly.
“That usually means yes.”
I almost smiled.
“Maybe a little.”
“I’m Olivia,” she said, shifting her weight casually. “You’re new.”
It wasn’t a question.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Only if you’ve been here long enough to notice.”
Fair.
“I’m Isla.”
The name felt steady when I said it.
Like something I could hold onto in a place that still felt unfamiliar.
Olivia nodded.
“Okay, Isla. What are you looking for?”
I showed her my phone.
She glanced at it quickly, then back at the board.
“You’re in the wrong building.”
That didn’t surprise me.
“Of course I am.”
“Come on,” she said, already turning. “I’ll show you.”
We started walking without thinking about it.
It felt easier that way.
“So,” she said, “first day?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll get used to it.”
“I usually do.”
“That doesn’t sound convincing.”
“It’s not supposed to.”
She laughed softly.
The sound was light. Easy.
The kind of thing that made this place feel a little less distant.
We walked past the courtyard again.
I didn’t look.
I told myself I wouldn’t.
But something about the space pulled at my attention anyway.
Just a quick glance.
Just once.
He was still there.
Same place.
Same posture.
Like nothing had changed.
Except now…
I knew his name.
Jace.
The name settled differently now that I had it.
Less distant.
More real.
“Don’t,” Olivia said quietly.
I blinked.
“What?”
“You just looked at him.”
So she noticed.
Of course she did.
“I looked at a lot of people,” I said.
“That’s not what that was.”
I didn’t respond immediately.
Didn’t want to give it weight.
But she was already watching me.
Careful.
“You know him?” I asked.
Olivia let out a small breath.
“Not really.”
“That doesn’t sound reassuring.”
“It’s not supposed to.”
We slowed slightly as we approached the next building.
Students moved around us, conversations rising and falling, footsteps echoing softly against the pavement.
Normal again.
But her tone had changed.
Lower.
More serious.
“His name is Jace,” she said.
“I know.”
She glanced at me.
“Already?”
“Someone mentioned it earlier.”
That wasn’t entirely true.
But it wasn’t entirely false either.
Olivia nodded slowly.
“Then you already know enough.”
“I don’t think I do.”
She stopped walking.
I stopped too.
For a moment, she just looked at me.
Like she was deciding something.
Then she said it.
“Stay away from him.”
Simple.
Direct.
No explanation.
I frowned slightly.
“That’s it?”
“That’s enough.”
People always say things like that.
Like warnings are supposed to make sense without reasons.
“Why?” I asked.
She hesitated.
Not long.
Just enough.
“Because people who get close to him don’t stay the same.”
The words settled heavier than I expected.
“Meaning?”
She shook her head.
“I’m not the right person to explain it.”
“That sounds like you know something.”
“Everyone knows something,” she said quietly. “No one knows everything.”
That didn’t help.
We stood there for a second longer.
Then she stepped forward again.
“Your class is this way,” she added, like the conversation had already ended.
I followed.
But the warning stayed.
Not because of what she said.
Because of how she said it.
Like it wasn’t just advice.
Like it was something she had already seen happen.
We reached the classroom.
Students were already inside, settling into seats, conversations overlapping in low voices.
Normal.
Again.
I took a seat near the middle.
Olivia sat beside me.
For a while, nothing happened.
Just the usual sounds of a class filling up.
Chairs shifting.
Pages turning.
People talking about things that didn’t matter.
Until the door opened.
I didn’t turn immediately.
I didn’t need to.
The room changed.
Subtly.
But enough.
I looked.
And there he was.
Jace.
Same hoodie.
Same stillness.
Same presence that didn’t ask for attention… but had it anyway.
He stepped into the room like he already knew it.
Like he belonged there more than anyone else.
People noticed.
You could feel it.
The slight pause.
The shift in tone.
The space adjusting around him without anyone saying a word.
He didn’t look around much.
Just once.
And when he did—
his gaze found me.
Again.
This time, I didn’t look away immediately.
I held it.
Just long enough.
Long enough to feel that same thing from before.
Not curiosity.
Not coincidence.
Something else.
Something that felt…
intentional.
Then he looked away.
Like it was enough.
Like he had confirmed something he already knew.
Olivia leaned closer to me.
“I told you,” she whispered.
I didn’t answer.
Because I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to understand yet.
All I knew was this—
Whatever this was…
It wasn’t random.
And for some reason…
I was already part of it.
- Writer
