Her head is pounding.

The teacher's voice drones on and on, but she's not listening. Her leg is asleep and stiff, but she doesn't feel like moving it at the moment.

She can't see.

Her vision is blurry, and the board is too far away. The glasses are laying lopsided on her desk, but she hates the way they look on her. Besides, they aren't strong enough anyways.

Her stomach is complaining.

She tries to keep the sounds down, and it's only third period. A bowl of cereal hours ago won't hold her for long. Lunch is too far away.

And she closes her eyes.

Because the students around her are nothing but side characters, the main one approaching her behind her eyes. His hair is longer than most guys now, and shines like gold, which she knows he takes pride in. He's reaching for her hand, and his smile is teasing and lovely, and shines against his tanned skin. She wonders why he's so tan, yet her skin is almost as pale as snow, just not as pretty.

His eyes are gold, too, but so much more than that. They're bright and tempting, with freedom shining in their depths.

And her eyes are so dull as she opens them, because she knows he's just a dream, a wish. He represents her freedom, her choice, and that's all he will ever be.

The teacher is talking about seating charts we're juniors and seniors, why do we need them? and her legs are cold now, she can feel the goosebumps forming and thank god I'm not wearing shorts.

She's suddenly awake, a rush of heat flowing through her body and her eyes are alive and wide and so bright.

'We have a new student," the principal croaks. He always sounded kind of froggy to her. 'Have fun and try to be nice.' because this is a not-so-nice school but he still says it and hopes.

"My name is Zevran Arainai. Pleased to meet you."

And she never imagined him with an Italian accent or the two stripes going down his face,

but it just made him all the more unreal.

Hey guys, yeah, I know I have another story going, but this has just been sitting in my locker for a while. I wrote it during class, and it's meant to be more of a one-shot but I don't know, what do ya'll think? Think I should continue it or just leave it like this?

Anyways, thanks for reading! I don't own Zevran (sadly).