Clover University, Chicago, Illinois, United States of America- Earth 9:27 A.M, April 25th, 2018 A.D.
“Hey, Selena!” Margaret Jones, a chipper redhead, says as we make our way to Biology.
I smile at her, replying, “Hey!”
When we enter the class, we go our separate ways to our seats. As always, I sit in the back. But since Jasmine took this class as an AP in high school, she doesn’t need to be here.
Drumming my fingers on the surface in front of me, I watch Ms. Jordan make her way to the front of the class.
“We’re going to have the project I told you about last week assigned today. I’ll choose partners since I want to see progress.”
No one protests as anticipation fills the room.
“Margaret with Carter, Stevie with Isaac, Leslie with Marissa...” I drown out the rest because our class is huge.
Then after what seems like hours, “Selena with Lonan.”
Dread twists my stomach in knots.
“Hey partner," a voice whispers in my ear. I jump in my seat, turning my head to the left.
Lonan sits there with a smirk, a malicious glint in his dark grey pupils. How come I didn’t notice their color before? And when did he get here?
“Hi,” I say, trying to sound friendly but my voice comes out as a quivering whisper.
“I guess I’m either going to have to go to yours or vice-versa.”
“Yours,” I blurt out, leaving no room for argument. No way is he coming to my home.
His smirk seems to widen and his grey eyes glow just for a second. “I’ll see you there, neighbor.”
Class ends as quickly as it started, and I leave, rushing to get away from the fallen angel.
“Neighbor, wait!” Lonan says, grabbing my arm to pull me back.
I wave to people who pass by, resorting to acting casual. Once the classroom empties out a couple of minutes later, I turn to Lonan again.
“What do you want?”
His smile drops. “How are we going to work together, Moonwalker? We’re enemies by default. ”
I look down at the hand he was holding my arm with. “Let me go first.”
Realizing he was still holding on to me, he lets go as if my skin burned him.
I shake out my nerves and take a breath. “We’ll just deal. We’re not middle schoolers.”
His cold eyes rake over my face. “Fine. But you’ll see what happens if you make me angry.”
Before I can retort he takes his leave, leaving me in a pool of my own dismay.