~•Amara•~
I blinked my eyes a couple of times as I tried my best to keep them open. What in the world was wrong with me? I could never understand why it was so hard for my mind to get some rest when I actually wanted to get one. And here it was in it's drowsy state when I wanted it to be attentive.
Though I knew that I couldn't blame it for acting out like this, the history lecture was no fun. But wasn't I supposed to have some advantages being a demonic creature? To me it looked like humans and supernatural beings were the same when it came to studies.
I covered my mouth with the back of my palm to stifle a yawn which was trying it's best to escape my lips. I didn't want to be called out by the professor before the class once again.
He would have asked me some dumb question about something which conspired a couple of centuries ago. Even though I knew all those historical dates like the back of my own hand, I wasn't supposed to be forthcoming with sharing my knowledge with the world too. Hence, it would have ended in me being humiliated.
My eyes trailed off from the projected screen to the other side of the class, and there I saw him sitting in the front row with all of his concentration on the screen. I continued to stare at the back of his head as I became lost in my own thoughts.
Was I doing the right thing? Or would it only lead to something which I would regret later on?
A couple of such questions were gnawing my mind. I really wanted to give Aden a chance, a chance to become more acquainted with me. I wanted him to be the friend which I never got to have throughout the decades. I still remembered the old man's words clearly from the day I left for here.
'Bunny, you need to give other people a chance. Even if they aren't like you, you have to take a step towards them. You cannot always keep yourself shut in and then expect others to approach you?'
Was he referring to my current dilemma? I hope he was. I didn't want to be the 'weird girl' any more. It sucked to always be the one who wasn't a part of the picture. For once, I wanted to fit in and live my life as I intended to.
I knew that I had to keep my powers in check, but there was so much more which I wanted to do in life as a person. The fear of being the odd one in a crowd was something I had trouble dealing with. But why was it that every time I was with him,it wasn't the case? Or at least that was what I felt like.
He made me feel at ease with myself. I never bothered what others might be thinking when he was with me. Maybe because I was too lost in our little arguments to notice anything else, but it did feel nice not to be worrying about anything else except myself. It felt nice not to keep my eyes cast down to avoid the weird glances which other's were throwing in my direction for a change.
But was it right that I had my own motifs hidden under these valid reasons? I guess it wasn't, but I didn't have any other choice either but to use the given situation to my own advantage.
I pursed my lips together as guilt washed over me. I couldn't help but close my eyes and recall the scenes from earlier. I didn't just agree to give him a chance after he confessed about his selfishness before me out of my own good will. I didn't believe that I had any to begin with.
His honesty was an add-on, but I wouldn't have agreed to forgive him right away if it wasn't for the vision I had earlier when he was holding me. It was when he kissed my cheek that my vision turned white a couple of images flashed through my mind.
It looked as if I was watching the events unfold before my eyes, and it would have been okay with me if it wasn't my own self I was looking at. What shocked me more was the other person who was accompanying my naive self in those flashes. It was Aden. Moreover, the smile on my lips showed how happy I was.
I would have called myself crazy if it wasn't for the huge number of coincidences I had come across. The last time I had a crazy vision, it was the first time I met him. The first time in my life I got hurt was because of his bag. Though I attributed it to be his crazy ex-girlfriend's fault now that I knew of her identity.
But those incidents combined with my recent vision event only made one thing clear. There was much more which both of us were missing on. And for me to uncover it, I had to be close to him. He provided me with a perfect opportunity at the right time which I couldn't turn down.
I knew I was going to hate myself for this, and somewhere deep down in my heart I was dreading how he'd react after finding out about it. But at the same time, I was hoping that something good would come out of our little enterprise.
"Ms. Amara? If you are done with your daydreaming will you please come out of your wonderland and give me an answer."
A groggy voice entered my ears and I could tell that the owner was definitely not happy with the other person, but I was too lost in my speculations to pay any attention to the words let alone realize that it was me who was being reprimanded.
"Ms. Amara?"
A sudden tap on my shoulder pulled me back to the present and I opened my eyes with a jolt.