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Or at least threaten to. I quickly turned on the heated seats and watched in shock and a little bit of awe as Ang moved the mirrors and her seat so that she was closer to the pedals and maybe just because God wanted to punish me and make me feel like a judgmental jackass - she pulled out a pair of black-rimmed glasses and gave me a shy look. "I um, have night blindness a bit but these help, I only use them when I drive, I think it's more of a security thing since my vision is normally perfect."

"Yeah, I bet you'd have been the main topic of discussion among girls instead of Mr. Morris and Asher if you wore these ridiculous glasses to school today. Honestly, your whole reputation would have got ruined." "What should I do? Doctor told me to compulsorily wear glasses. Otherwise, I'm gonna suffer from severe headache." "Wearing glasses is okay. But why couldn't you select some sexy-looking pair? You know, like the type all those actors wear." "Honestly Ann, I'm broke. Those glasses are all costly." "But you had money to spend at Bar," I cross my hands across my chest. He leaves an irritated sigh. "You know what, I don't care if girls think I look ridiculous in these glasses. In fact, i

A fight was what he wanted and a fight was exactly what she would give him. * * * And so ends book one of 'That Girl In Glasses' Please stick around for book 2:) Stay beautiful. XO, CJ 💚

I turned and drifted slowly toward that bright light. One step, two steps. My body grew lighter and lighter. I grew more and more transparent. I casted all those painful memories, those deep, searing scars, all far behind me.

Linking arms with my classmate, I turned around and walked away. After that, Sean never approached me again, though I would still see him from time to time in the library, in the academic buildings, and in the cafeteria. He always kept his distance, silently watching me. I never responded. To me, he was nothing more than a stranger. In my junior year, I met Elias Gibson, a senior in my department. We first met at an academic debate competition, where he was one of the judges. He gave my arguments high praise. After that, he often invited me to study at the library or eat together in the dining hall. We grew closer and closer.

“I said you looked cute, not weird.” “What? Cute as in newborn baby cute?” he asked skeptically. She rolled her eyes dramatically and moved around the counter so that she could sit beside him. “They’re just glasses, Brenden. All the cool kids wear them. Cool and smart kids.” He snorted. “Can you see without them?” she asked. “Perfect vision,” he answered. “I just get tired eyes and it helps to read the charts. I need to protect my eyes from the blue light and everything,” he said sheepishly.

“Those glasses were kept in his family museum for centuries. They were sealed, not meant to be touched by anyone, even Alpha Nova. But he figured out that they were taken by some security guard who worked there, in charge of looking after the museum items. He sold them.” The gravel crunches under Elijah’s boots as he spins around, his movement sharp and decisive. He meets my gaze with a piercing intensity, his eyes narrowing in thought. “A cursed object, sealed away,” he mutters. “That’s what you told me. How in the world did that guard get his hands on it?” he asks. I shrug. “Maybe the seal broke. I mean, it's been centuries since the glasses were sealed by magic. The spell must have lost i

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”