{Wednesday, September 27th}

I drum my fingers across the top of my desk, eyes stuck up on the clock that hangs precariously on the wall above the teacher's head.

Just another minute. Come on. One itsy, bitsy little-

A ringing out in the hall breaks me from my clock stare down, and I, just like practically everyone else, scramble to gather my things back up into my backpack while the teacher continues to 'try' and talk over the buzz of teens who are now drifting out the door.

School's over.....for today at least.

I swing my backpack over my right shoulder, making a move to step forward into the crowd preparing to leave. Only a hand on my arm stops me before I can make an escape.

Turning around, I'm met with a model worthy face, pearly white teeth, blonde hair, and brown eyes.

"Heavyn," Aaron breaks eye contact long enough to step out of the way for some guy trying to squeeze past him. "Are we still on for later? I didn't get a chance to ask over lunch." He questions, letting his dark brown eyes practically melt into mine.

That was a little too dreamy sounding.

"Oh, yeah." I look behind me at the dwindling amount of teenagers left in the room.

He's going to leave if I don't hurry.

I look back at Aaron. "I've gotta go." I pull my arm towards me, and he lets go. "But I'll see you later." I give him a smile, eyes lingering on him even after I start walking down the row of desks.

I've got bigger fish to fry at the moment.

Exiting the classroom, I turn down the hallway that'll take me to one of the biggest discoveries in existence.....Well, maybe not. But you get the point.

Speed walking down the last hall five minutes later, my eyes zone in on a specific locker that's open with a certain body hidden behind it.

Alright, no more Mr. nice guy.

Walking up to the back of the locker door, I stop, planting myself there as I cross my arms over my chest.

"So where were you yesterday?"

The shuffling on the other side of the locker immediately stops, and I can't help but feel a spark of excitement along with a shred of fear and dread in my chest.

What if I'm wrong?

I square my shoulders, pulling up a face that oozes cool and confidence.

I'm not wrong.

I almost jump as the locker door suddenly slams closed with a resounding bang, revealing the slightly irritated Dravin himself. He stands leaning up against the lockers in a 'I don't care' pose, dressed in his usual attire; dark jeans complete with a chain hanging out the side pocket, black combat boots, a white tee under a leather jacket, and a simple chain peaking out from the top of his shirt.

He swings his backpack over his left shoulder. "Not here." He deadpans like it was obvious....because it was.

I roll my eyes, taking a step closer to him. "Don't play games with me, Dravin Smith." I say under my breath in the most intimidating voice I can muster.

Which isn't much in all honesty.

He cocks his right eyebrow up to the side, crossing his own arms, that by the way, look way more intimidating than my own. "I didn't think I was." He blinks, sounding genuinely confused.

I scrunch my nose up, finding this 'rat the lier out' tactic a little more difficult than playing Clue.

I lean closer, almost to the point there's barely a foot of space between us. My eyes flicker over the hall before I lower my voice to a mere whisper, eyes flickering back up to Dravin.

"I know who you are."

Two heartbeats go by.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh, play all innocent like, mister." I glare up at his stolid face, hating the fact he's being so calm. "You can deny it all you want, but I know."

We stare each other dead in the eye, neither of us daring to be the first to break it. I catch the subtle movement of his jaw tightening before he roughly pushes himself off from the lockers, effectively breaking eye contact despite what I just said.

"This is ridiculous." He dismisses with a eye roll, shoving his hands in his pockets before giving me a glare and pushing past me to head up the hall without another glance back.

Oh no.

I rush past him, stopping so I stand in front of him. He glares down at me, his nostrils flaring as he breathes in deeply.

"No it's not. It's only ridiculous because you don't want to believe I know you're...." I trail off as some random teenager walks past. My eyes lock back on his.

"MidKnight."

I catch a almost imperceptible flash of surprise in his eyes before he quickly masks it with his usual emotionless facade, his left hand tightening around the strap of his backpack.

"And why," he leans closer, his bright blue eyes gleaming. "would you think that?" He whispers, his face so close to mine I can smell a tinge of peppermint from his breath.

At least it doesn't stink.

I frown, recrossing my arms as I snap myself out of the little trance he seemed to put me under for a few seconds.

"Well for one: you didn't show up for school yesterday, the day after MidKnight was seen disappearing inside a burning building before it collapsed on him. Two: you sounded like a eighty year-old chain smoker with the way you were carrying off during lunch period."

Lets just say practically the whole cafeteria was watching Dravin before he, smartly, decided to take his little coughing episode outside. I almost pitied him for all the unwanted attention it was getting him.

Almost.

Now he frowns, probably not liking the fact I brought that back up. He snorts. "That's not proof." He stares down at me with a almost smug expression across his face. Definitely riling me up.

"That's called having a bad cold and staying home for a day." He shakes his head, making a move to turn around and leave.

Alright, you asked for it.

My hand snaps out as he turns his body away from me, grabbing his left wrist with more speed than I thought I possessed.

"Oh yeah," I mutter, and he turns to look at me while surprisingly not jerking his hand from my grip. "Well I happened to be there the other day during that burning building fiasco, and I just so happened to see," I pull his hand up to waist level, twisting it so it's palm up.

"This." I breathe, staring down at the prominent scar across his palm I'd seen the other day. Each small detail matching, each little curve identical.

It's the same.

He abruptly jerks his hand away from me, fisting it before he places it back down at his side. I look up at his face that's a mixture of emotions, more than I've ever seen on him at once, swallowing as that fear and dread clog my throat.

Did I just threaten someone with powers? What if he's really evil and decides to kill me now that I know?

Something tells me I may not have thought this through all the way.

He blows a long breath out. "That doesn't prove-" He cuts himself off as he suddenly keels over where he stands, his right fist coming up to cover his mouth as huge, dry coughs that shake his whole body explode out from his lungs.

I wince at the sound, feeling a sudden sympathy for him as the coughing continues for more than ten seconds, the few people that are left in the hall turning to look our way as the sound travels up and down the corridor.

I place my hands behind my back as he works on straightening himself back up once he finishes, swinging them slightly. "Looks like the eighty year-old chain smoker is making a reappearance again." I absentmindedly add, looking up at the ceiling to avoid his sweltering glare.

Who's smug now?

He winces as he swallows, somehow managing to still look threatening even as he does it. "You know what? Whatever." He dismisses, stiffly turning around. He lets a few more coughs out as he lifts his right leg to move forward.

"I don't have time for this crap anyway." He glances back at me for a split second, then he's moving down the hall at a speed that would make me think he couldn't wait to get away.

I bite my bottom lip, standing still as I watch him go.

Now, where's my computer so I can write this story?

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A/N

So I apologize for not updating in like, forever. I've been busy than there's the fact hardly anyone is ready it. It kinda bums you out. But whatever, I'm finishing it regardless.

So, how you guys faring? Did you expect this?

Next up: Some Action happens and more revealings!! I already have it halfway written up!

I NEED THREE ⭐️⭐️⭐️ before I update again!!

Maggy