I do not own Night World.

The silver thread's connected to his exact opposite. Marcus fails to ignore his obvious attraction for a girl who's living the life he'll never have. But maybe it was something they both couldn't ignore -especially when their love could bring life to the greatest Old Soul Circle Daybreak needs.

The clinking bells ringed continuously, but out of pattern. Their vibration seemed off, and with a music mentor's sensitive ears, not the tiniest bit of sound could get past him. "Again!"

A chorus of protesting whispers grew at the back row.

"Well, pardon my up most precise teachings and your incompetent performance, Marcus." The mentor tapped his stick furiously. "But don't bring your music loving friends with your lack of interest."

Sheina arched her back slightly and leaned a little to the side to get a better view of the argument, as all the other students were doing. A muscled arm raised somewhere at the back end of the group. Must be Marcus, Sheina thought.

The fisted hand lifted a finger, "yes, sir!"

The response brought an exchange of confusing looks around. Marcus never ended a scene directed to him quickly; he usually prolonged it to waste time or, he's very purpose, to snatch the spotlight.

Mr. Mervin snapped his fingers, not a hint of shock on his expression, and everyone automatically repositioned their posture along with their instrument. On the second snap, harmonious notes flew across the hallways and out the campus, gathering anyone who wanted to listen.

At the subconscious part of Sheina's mind, it noted the missing faint tingling tones of a silver-faced bell, almost absentmindedly; she considered it to be her favorite part. And when her boldness got the best of her, her blue green eyes dared a glance at her mentor. He raised a brow at her mutually questioning gaze, immediately activating the impulse that lowered her eyelids.

She focused on the flow of her fingers on the flute; she mastered it so much that she didn't really have to think about her next move. She surrendered to the flowing, unconnected thoughts of school, family and always in between, Marcus. The popular guy was way out there, not her type at all, but she gave the freedom of flowing thoughts, so flow it shall. Useless, it was. She's a self-confessed rationalist. Simply speaking, her heart is what it is, and organs don't produce something so foreign to her system, like love.

A cough boomed noisily at the back. Every instrument's last note cracked to a halt.

Mr. Mervin's neck started reddening. "Marcus!"

At the end of the session, the students rushed out buzzing like bees, except for Sheina.

As Sir Mervin was leaving with a sour expression, a squeaking noise arouse behind him. He abruptly turned, catching Sheina with her fallen chair and fallen music sheets on the floor, and Marcus apologizing endlessly.

"You –you, you! You!" He marched furiously to them, swatting Marcus's reaching hand before it touched Sheina's elbow. "Hands off!"

Marcus watched nervously as Sheina stumbled back. Relief waved over his regretful heart when she was able to balance herself in mid air and straighten slowly while Mr. Mervin listed vocal punishments on him. He wasn't actually paying any kind of attention, only primarily to Sheina's shy eyes, which dampened a bit and looked directly at him. Or perhaps that was just sheer imagination, because the next thing he knew, Sheina was pleading helplessly to Mr. Mervin. "Sir, don't do that, please. It was an accident and my fault. My pen fell and we both tried to pick it up and then…"

Did she feel it too? That irreparable spark still electrocuting his finger tips where they brushed against hers. The thought was immediately cut in when he realized Mr. Mervin's long nose right in front of him. "No suspension, intended on Sheina's part. But you have two weeks detention. Understand?"

He managed a nod, slowly first, and when the words literally sunk in to him, the nods went swifter and rather funny.

Sheina bit her lower lip and shifted her eyes on a window, deepening her bite as darkness seemed to interrupt the azure skies. "I have to go." Her words broke through the recent conversation the men were having.

"Before you do," Mr. Mervin said keeping a keen eye on Marcus, as if his departure would pull upon something he'll have no control, "We have to talk."

"Yes, sir." Sheina laced her fingers and waited for Marcus to exit the room; both teacher and student still feeling his presence outside.

But Sheina wanted to get it over with, Marcus wasn't particularly finished with his question yet.

"He won't hear us," she whispered, leveling her tone to give the thought of false interest, "what is it, sir?"

The mentor's Adam's apple rose and fell, sparkling brown eyes almost unseen behind thick glasses. "Just know that I am quite fond of you like I am with my real daughter." His voice cracked on the last word.

Sheina urged a pitiful smile. "She's at peace now with thy creator. Let's not be sorrow because of that."

He cleared his throat, continuing, "And that I hope I'm not getting in the way. I'm sorry if I do, it's mainly because I feel that I must to keep you safe."

"There's not much danger around me."

"Perhaps you're senses are plainly too sane."

"Well, if it helps, I think we both prefer that to change, now don't we?" she made it sound like a jest, but the effect repelled on Mr. Mervin. Instead, he's jaw tightened.

"Be careful," he sighed, "darkness is looming."

Sheina watched as Mr. Mervin walked to stop by the door where he conversed with Marcus again, then turned back for a farewell to her before completely disappearing.

The sound of silence between two people was deafening, even though the two seniors planned a few mental chit chats in their minds, they didn't know who should speak up first and whether the other would reply as they planned. It was a high risk of embarrassment to find out so.

Sheina headed out the music room when she heard another's footsteps following her. He managed a "hi" and she returned the greeting without facing him. The awkwardness stretched till they reached the end of the hallway where he finally got the courage to speak up.

"So can I?"

Sheina turned and stared at his olive eyes which were always curtained by strands of disarrayed sandy hair. Marcus felt like she was searching deep into his soul –and was failing.

He clearly felt the silver thread connected to each of them but at the other end, he could see the confusion linked in ignorance. Sheina didn't know what to make out of the unfamiliar emotion and especially him, so she simply shrugs off the troublesome thoughts and carry on with her peaceful life. Perfect, perfect life.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Marcus contemplated, why mess up her life of heaven to open her eyes on the hell around her? Wasn't that mean?

But if he didn't, Nathan might…

"Sure."

"What?"

"You can walk me home."

He felt his mouth form an "O" shape, "great."

On the first couple of steps after answering his most nerve racking suggestion, Sheina asked, "Why?"

"Hmm…"

"Why today? I mean we're not really what I would call friends. You know, we were just always as classmates. And I don't get it."

He chuckled, he didn't expect for her to open up to him so fast, "You like to speak your mind, don't you?"

She blinked, patiently waiting for the correct answer.

"Nothing, I just wanna, it felt right."

Wrong. Sheina shut her mouth after that.

They were waiting for the stop light to turn red when he asked, "Why'd you ask?"

After getting across, she answered, "Nothing, I just wanna, it felt right."

"No seriously."

She stopped and faced him, raising her chin up and burrowing her eyes brows low to emphasis her anger. "Well you're never one."

"I'm never what? Serious?"

"Yes."

Marcus yelled in his mind, hiding his insulted side, I didn't even do anything.

"Because boys like you are so insensitive!"

She literally exploded in public. It would've been the darnest, hilarious thing in the world if she wasn't angry at him.

Wait a minute. Marcus licked his lips. "Did you hear my thoughts?"

Out of nowhere, something dropped from the sky. The next second, Sheina saw a handsome man with a friendly arm around Marcus' shoulders. On the first reaction to scream, the new guy harshly pointed a long cold finger against her forehead, and just like a light switch, she shut down.

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