Amanda Laetious.

"He is a wolf in Sheep's clothing" she thought to herself as Kyle left with the receptionist. "One second he is all nice and funny with his ridiculous sorcerer stories and then the next instant he radiates the kind of fear that makes you want to curl into a ball, stuff your thumb in your mouth and start crying for mommy." She didn't turn a second glance at Dalia and her friends, obviously they had gotten what was coming to them. "I don't wish to get on his bad side" she thought as she took her I. C. T books and headed to the lecture room. Her mind was in conflict; comparing the Kyle she had met earlier in class with the one she had just seen. Looking at it closely one would think he had split personalities because there was no way that someone with a calm and warm demeanor, who made an attempt to be nice to everyone would have a downside like the one she had just seen. The guy was literally wreaking of murderous intent and honestly she did not understand why, "I mean it was just a school bag. There was no need to get all murderous just because of that. You could easily replace a bag." She thought. "Okay maybe privacy is a big deal for him I mean he is a guy after all. Who knew what he had in his bag. Maybe there is a stash of whatever boys tend to have in their bags in there and he did not want anyone to see it." and her face turned red from embarrassment. She could not believe a thought like that had just occurred in her head. By then she was walking up the steps leading to the lecture room. Her mind was buzzing with endless thoughts and she could barely contain them; "So he can get that angry, and the weight of his threats, they are so inhumane, they make wonder if he could actually do what he vows to do and when backed up by his murderous intent like that they make you shake. I wouldn't be surprised to find out the search for his past comes back inconclusive. And the way he talks about violence, it's like he has seen it first hand, has lived in it and lives for it. And, him declaring that he is a magician which is no different from a sorcerer does not do him any favors. The story he told me about his grandmother, what if that is him, which begs the question, how old is he? I mean, he looks like a child probably around sixteen and that makes me two years older than him. A child instilling fear into people who are older than him. His claim of being a sorcerer makes so much sense now. He could be a very old man who changes his appearance to look like a young child because his voice is so tranquil and it carries so much authority. It's like he's an old soul stuck in a teenager's body"

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he rampart thoughts stopped when she got to the lecture room and opened the door. It was a little dark in there with all the curtains closed. On top of that it was a little cozy. That's why people tend to fall asleep while the lecture is ongoing. She walked in and went to her corner. The corners seemed to be her thing. She sat there and turned on the monitor. While the computer was warming up, her thoughts came flooding in again and at the forefront of them all was Kyle. She even repeated the name in her head. The scenes that had occurred earlier kept playing in her head. The murderous intent that was visibly flowing out of him, the authority and and sereneness in his tone, but there was something else there. Something that she couldn't quite wrap her head around. She couldn't shake off the thought that there was another reason behind him almost going berserk like that. But then what was it that's the thought that kept nagging her. And on top of that, Dalia and her crew had been her friends once, until she lost her parents and they grew apart but that made them target her ever since then and the only time that today had been any better was because Kyle had decided to save the day. This was not over and she knew it. They would come for her again and she didn't know how much of this emotional torture she could take. Her resilience was almost at its limit. But then again,now was not the time to be worrying abiut that. School was importabt. Just then, her heart started racing for some unkown reason. At that exact moment, Dalia and her crew walked into the classroom followed by some of the students who attended the same class. Dalia specifically glared daggers at her and the look she had clearly stated that she was going to getback at her for the embarrassment she had gone through.

Just then, her heart started skipping beats and shwe was iverwhelmed eith excitement. As if on queue, the door opened and there he was. At first she thought her angel of mercy had returned but then upon closer introspection she realized that it was kyle with the receptionist, I mean honeslty something was starting to smell fishy. She seemed to be everywhere that kyle popped up. His eyes were cobalt blue and glowing in the low lighted room. She continued staring and and taking in the details; his eyes were definitely glowing and matching the glow beneath his clothes. The centre of his eyes had an emerald green colour to them, or so she thought. And his spiky hair seemed to always be neat, it was never untidy. She continued staring at his body, yep, this guy definitely looked like an old soul. As he was coming to attain the seat next to her, her heart started beating faster than humanly possible, and then she looked up to address him.