He didn't look any different; Will found herself chiding the fact that her eyes so often were drawn to the slanted line of his jaw and all that led to everything above, and there was nothing but a thick weight in the bottom of her stomach, and a cool sensation attempting to recall his skin, but only remembering metal. It was all his work that he had wanted her to do as he needed, but it took everything to bite down her quivering lip because it was her fault for believing him. "Isn't he handsome, though.."
No. She shook her head, barely noticeable in the chaos of registration around them, where Elyon bragged about things she hadn't really done, but she forced her vision to her desk when impenetrable, sharp olive eyes caught the movement that he'd always noticed. He was a trained killer, after all, and a prince in technicality though he'd sworn to her he wasn't.. He was a liar, and he was a cheater, but Phobos had been too and now she saw it.
They were exactly the same. Both had tried to manipulate her, and both had always thought themselves so clever, and both had tricked her, because she'd even momentarily fallen for Phobos' rouse.. They were just exactly the same, and she had told him things.. She had told him her secrets.. She had tried to tell him.. About the dreams.. And- "Regretting something? Him? Say it.."
"I.." Her eyes ventured up, and he was still staring at her from his short distance. He wouldn't be able to hear her, but he would see and she felt her breaths stilting slightly, as the fear engulfed her; what he would do if he knew created a vortex.. Maybe she would rather just not, but the words kept swimming.. Say it repeating in her mind, and growing louder and louder and Caleb and she knew he would see he would know he would-
"Say it!"
The bell rang at that, and Will felt herself blowing out warm breath of her apprehension; he stood, but she hooked her bag over a shoulder as her classmates filled the spaces between them. "I..don't know."
...
Cornelia felt a warm glow spreading over her cheeks, when Caleb had grasped her wrist.. Of course, he'd never been to school and she smiled a little; pulling him through the boisterous crowds of pupils, into their class where she felt his grip seize around her skin. "You know I like science, and I couldn't let them force me out of class.."
"You do love science.." Will had grinned at the humour in his sardonic tone of voice. The year above's teacher had been off yesterday too, and Matt had said something about getting into their class.. Cornelia twisted her hand in a small movement, tugging the boy beside her as he merely stared at the clashing of Matt against Will; it was in no way a pleasant affair to watch, namely because Matt was only being strung along, but this wasn't fair and Will knew it.
Cornelia rolled her eyes and sighed as Elyon wrinkled her nose and grinned at the far too public display; it was a daily affair and it'd soon be annoying for the girl who only joked to Cornelia, both trying not to look at Caleb. "Biology maybe.."
"C'mon, Elyon's sitting with Alchemy anyway.."