I nearly jumped at his deep gruff voice and like a deer caught in headlights, I looked at him with wide eyes. He screamed trouble and mischief and I wanted nothing to do with him. I twirled the end of my shirt nervously and turned to face my canvas ignoring him entirely. He gave me not-so-good uncomfortable vibes. Please God don't let him kill me. "Are you ignoring me bunny?" He muttered in a low voice, leaning towards me slightly and I still refused to look at him and continued to sketch. He will just get bored of me and leave me alone soon. "The name is Clade" He whispered after a couple of seconds, I couldn't understand why he couldn't take a hint and still was continuing to make an effort while I was ignoring him. I felt bad. This was the same as when I used to talk to other people and they'd ignore me. Omg, I'm a horrible person. "M-my names..Alara" I uttered after a few seconds nervously a

"She's dead?!" I blurted out and my eyes widen as I realized my mouth has, yet again, embarrassed. Great. I face palmed and peeked from my fingers to see Elijah looking back at me with a small smile and amusement dancing in his now light eyes. "Yes, Angel I think that's what I meant, yeah" He nodded to himself teasing me and I blushed a little in embarrassment and hid my face with my hands. "I'm sorry" I whispered twiddling my fingers nervously and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it Angel" He murmured in a low raspy voice and then he brought his hand freeing my lip out of my hold. "And don't do that either" He whispered clenching his jaw and fists while I looked at him with a confused frown. "Why?" I whispered back and pulled my lip between my teeth again, it is my lip he can't tell me what to do with my own lip. 

There was a tense and awkward silence after Clade said that, and since then Nate has been tense and rigid, Elijah clenching his fist again and again, with a scary calm look present on his face. "Aw would you look at that, if I didn't know you better I'd almost thought you aren't very happy to see me", He teased, his eyes had a glint of amusement and mischievous in them. His voice held an undertone of anger despite his front of a silly bad boy. I know there was more to this whole act. I have seen it. I have witnessed it at the art class. Elijah stood up aggravated, his chair falling back from the force, and Nate pressed his lips down impressed and stood up as well. I felt awkward being the only one sitting when my friends were standing so I awkwardly stood up as well. I looked at the half-eaten pancake and I sneakily picked that up and the juice box as well. Nate noticed what I was doing, and winked at me doing the same.&

I gulped thinking about the correct way to approach the topic. Will they be mad or angry? Right now, they looked peaceful, happy, and calm so I decide not to ruin the mood and the vibe and just ask them both in the evening. Yeah, that'd be perfect.    Before I knew I was yawning and it was getting hard to close my eyes and I leaned my head on Elijah's shoulder and dozed off.    I wasn't completely asleep but I wasn't completely in my senses either. It was a hazy state that I wasn't unfamiliar with. It often happened when I got nightmares because they make me exhausted. I know they were talking to each other but I was too out of it to comprehend what.   Gulping, I sighed tiredly wishing I'd suddenly feel refreshed and active. I hate being like this. My hands and eyes twitched and I felt someone lower me down to their lap and caress my

I tried my hardest not to scoff as she didn't even remember my name. Pulling my lip between my teeth, I bit down hard looking down on the floor as my hands started to shake. She gave me a smirk and Elijah who noticed the obvious change in my appearance and body language, glared angrily at her.  Her eyes widened the slightest as she took notice of him behind me, but she quickly composed herself and glared back at me making me shrink in my feet. I observed her face closely, covered with layers of makeup and my eyes widen slightly when I noticed she was covering her black eye with layers of makeup and she also had black and blue handprints on her throat covered by her scarf. "Alara, your mother has come to meet you, why don't you go with her and have a nice chat?" Mr. Zachary gave me a polite smile, if only he knew.  She stood up roughly grabbing my wrist tightly and I held my whimper as her nails dug in my wrist