Chapter Two: The Girl from his vision

The water droplets fell from his head down to his body,as he stood under the shower. He had stayed longer than usual but he didn't mind.

He just wanted the vision from last night to leave his mind. He didn't care if it left as liquid, gas, or solid, he just wanted it gone.

He didn't believe in fairy tales or myths, but deep down, he knew he possessed an extraordinary and powerful sixth sense.

His visions were mysterious and overwhelming, yet useless, they couldn't save his sister.

Closing his eyes slightly, he recalled the vision from the previous night.

His hands began to tremble more than usual, maybe because he had stayed too long under the cold water. His lips quivered, and he felt cold, but he ignored it. He sank deeper into his thoughts, growing increasingly clearer until the image became distinct.

Her arrival will attract both positive and negative attention.

He tried to see her face, but it remained unclear. The way she walked and spoke was captivating. Evans felt strangely drawn to her.

Then another image flashed.

A girl, undressed, standing right in front of him.

Shameless.

Evans stared at her, frozen.

He suddenly banged his fist against the wall.

He didn't want to get attached to anyone.

Ever since his girlfriend broke his heart a year ago, he had grown to hate girls. He loved his mother and his sister.....but every other girl? To him, they were nothing but heartbreak and betrayal.

He tried once more to picture her face, but failed.

"Evans? Are you still in the bathroom?" his mother called.

He opened his eyes immediately and turned off the shower.

"I'm done, Mom," he replied.

He dried himself with a towel and stepped out, wearing only shorts.

"What's wrong? You've spent more than an hour there. Are you okay?" she asked, concerned.

"I'm fine, Mom."

"No, you're not. Look at your lips. They're pale..."

"It's because I stayed too long in the shower. I'll get dressed," he interrupted, wanting to be alone.

Jane stared at him for a moment before sighing.

"Alright. I just came to tell you that breakfast is ready."

She walked out.

Evans got dressed, cleaned his glasses, and slipped his phone into his backpack before leaving his room.

He sat at the dining table, staring at the bread, butter, and tea in front of him. His appetite vanished instantly.

Jane walked in from the kitchen, holding a jug of water, and noticed he hadn't touched his food.

"Are you done already?" she asked, walking closer. "Evans, don't tell me you're not eating your breakfast."

"I'm sorry, Mom... I suddenly lost my appetite."

"What do you mean? Come on, eat your breakfast," she insisted, picking up the plate.

"Alright, Mom... just pack it for me. I'll eat it in college."

"Okay, if that's what you want. But remember, it's a full day, you need to eat, alright?"

He forced a small smile so she wouldn't worry.

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He sat quietly in the car.

"I'll drop you off at college. I also need to stop by the supermarket. The workers will come to help with the house and painting, so you'll come home with Mr. Charles when you're done," she said.

He nodded.

Jane glanced at him again.

"Are you sure you're okay, Evans?"

He smiled faintly. "I'm fine, Mom. I'll be late if you keep asking."

She sighed and drove onto the main road.

Soon, they arrived in front of a large, well-structured building.

A bold sign stood at the entrance:

WELCOME TO STANFORD UNIVERSITY

Evans stepped out of the car.

"Goodbye, Evans. And don't forget to eat your breakfast," Jane reminded him.

"Okay, Mom. Bye."

He watched her drive off, then turned toward the building.

Students were arriving in expensive cars, clearly children of wealthy parents. Some were dressed boldly, even vulgarly, but Evans wasn't surprised.

Adjusting his glasses, he walked into the school.

He found his class and was about to enter when loud voices filled the room.

"We want a tough and cute guy!" some girls shouted.

Evans ignored them and took a seat in the middle row, wondering about the new student.

If she were here, his body would have reacted.

But it didn't.

So she wasn't here yet.

Soon, the class filled up, but no one sat beside him. A professor came in, taught briefly, then left.

The students resumed chatting.

Moments later, another professor walked in, with a girl.

Evans froze.

His hands began to tremble.

His vision blurred.

That's her...

The girl from his vision.

He could feel it.

He shut his eyes as dizziness overtook him.

"Hi, class," the professor greeted.

"Welcome, sir," they replied.

"You have a new student, and her name is......"

"Jasmine Porter."

A soft, angelic voice interrupted.

The class gasped in admiration.

"I'm sorry, sir," she added with a smile, "but I prefer introducing myself."

Evans clenched his fists, struggling to control his emotions. A part of him wanted to drag her out of the classroom.....but his visions never lied.

Whatever he saw always came true.

Slowly, he lifted his gaze to look at her.

He observed her from head to toe.

She wore blue canvas shoes and a matching gown. A small handbag rested on her shoulder, and a delicate bracelet adorned her wrist. A locket hung around her neck.

His gaze moved to her face.

Glossy lips.

A perfectly shaped nose.

Sharp, bright eyes.

Her brunette hair was neatly tied into a stylish ponytail.

Evans looked away.

He hated girls.

That would never change.

Still... he couldn't ignore the strange connection between them.

But one thing was certain.

He would never allow his vision to come true.

"Hey! You are Derek Porter's daughter right?"A young guy questioned.

Jasmine smiled. "Yes, he is my father."

"Wow."

"That's a flex!"

Different comments arose from the students.

As she approached the students, Evans dodged his face instantly.

"Hey, Miss Porter. Come sit beside me!" A young guy declared.

"Umm...don't bother." Jasmine replied as her gaze landed on the empty seat beside Evans "I will sit here."

Before Evans could decline, she sat beside him and then waved at him.

"Hi there."