Chapter 4

Lying on a bed after a long day, Amy Cahill was just staring at the ceiling all alone.

This night she was dreaming about him... again.

Well, not exactly about him, but about his eyes.

They haunted her.

She had never seen eyes like that before - so miserable, but at the same time strong and confident. In one look, she felt like he was letting her see through him, through the real him.

But that was all nonsense, and she was stupid for even thinking about it.

It wasn't like she could do anything about it, either. He was a Lucian. They would never be friends.

She did feel a little guilty about wearing his jacket to her date with Jake today, though. It had been a few days ever since she gave away her coat, but she hadn't had the time to buy a new one yet. And then again... Ian Kabra hadn't come demanding his jacket back.

It felt good seeing her boyfriend after three weeks they hadn't seen each other. He was sweet, and missing her. He bought her ice cream, and remembered that she preferred chocolate although he preferred all the healthy stuff. He was doing really well in his studies - History, like her, and Philosophy. Jake was just... perfect.

But his eyes kept haunting her.

Why did she feel so guilty?

She wasn't into that guy or something. She wasn't. His eyes haunted her because... because...

Because he let her see them.

And they were lonely.

And somehow... somehow, it mattered. Because in this crazy, crazy world, finding something in common between her and someone like him, was rare. Her world and his world were completely different, but in that exact moment... She felt that maybe it didn't have to be that way.

God, she was overthinking it. Soon the dreams would be gone and everything would go back to normal.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed.

Sighing and taking the call, she pressed the phone to her ear. "Sin?"

"Did you hear?"

"About what?"

"There is a new Cahill meeting tomorrow, and we have to come. Apparently, The leaders agreed that everyone who is an adult, which means at the age of twenty one and so on, is getting a vote of the Cahill projects and plans."

"Seriously?!" Amy couldn't believe it. "Can't I be a year younger or something? We have like, tons of homework!"

Plus, he would be there.

"I know," Sinead groaned at the other side of the line. "I hate it."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to deal with it, huh?" Amy sighed. "Let's try to think positive about it."

"Ew, positive thinking."

Amy laughed, but inside, she felt her stomach churn.

It would be okay... right?


Taking a deep breath, she went inside the hall, together with Sinead.

This time , because it wasn't a ball, they were meeting at the Cahill's meeting room, located in a building that was all belonged to the Cahill family.

She felt like she didn't belong, as she took the first step into the huge room. In the center was a large wooden table, and around it were circles of orange and brown chairs, made of leather. Every circle was higher than the one beneath it, so everyone could see everyone without disturbance. Underneath all that, was a long, red carpet.

It was too fancy, it was too big.

And there were a lot of people inside.

She didn't belong here.

"Don't worry, it would be fine." Said Sinead, her eyes jumping from one thing to another. "Though I do have to say - I fucking hate this."

Amy agreed with her with all of her heart.

She was glad she came with Sinead, and not with her parents. With Sinead, she would be accompanied with someone who understood how terrified she was of large crowds and overpopulated places. Both of her parents just had it in them - They had the charisma, they never stuttered and they were very confident. They couldn't understand. How had she turned like this?

They hurried to find an empty chairs and sit down. Amy could see her parents sitting down there, closer to the huge wooden table.

And she could also see them, and him in particular, sitting closer to the wooden table as well, but on the other side. He sat next to his parents, dignified and his back straight.

Whatever, she didn't care at all.

And during the entire meeting, (it was more of an Introductory meeting to greet all the new members of the council) she didn't know that he could sense her, up there. And when he looked up, there she was, sitting so far from the center, not saying a word, again next to the same friend.

When a short break was declared, it was like there was no break at all - almost everyone just kept sitting, but they did stop talking. Amy couldn't just sit there any longer. "Hey Sin," She got up. "I'm going to the toilet, Want to come?"

"No," Sinead yawned. "The toilet is so far away, that must be the reason nobody is going there right now."

"Okay."Amy nodded and took a deep breath. Getting out of this room felt like gaining freedom to her. She initially got lost in the big building, but eventually found the toilet, which was in a small, darkish corner.

She remembered the bathroom consisted of an entrance, and inside a door for girls and a door for boys.

She sighed again as she opened the door to the entrance, and then froze.

There, stood no one but Ian Kabra, who looked like he just finished washing his hands.

This. Was. So. Embarrassing.

And she was wearing his jacket! Damn it, she totally forgot about it!

His eyes found hers and for one moment, they stayed like this, until she lowered her eyes and bit her lip, mumbling "Hmm... Hi."

He looked at her up and down when she wasn't looking. She was wearing a simple, azure dress, and...

"You're still wearing my jacket."

"I'm sorry," She mumbled and started to take it off, but he stopped her. "You can keep wearing it, it's yours now."

His voice was authoritative and strong, not friendly at all, but his words were.

Confused, she looked into his eyes. "Oh, thank you, you really don't have to, it looks very expensive and - "

"Don't you have another coat?"

Blushing, she shook her head. "I'm sorry, I can give it back to you, I'm not cold - "

"There's nothing to be sorry for." He stopped her and crossed his arms. "I gave it to you."

Not knowing what to say, she stayed quiet. That, until he suddenly took a step towards her. "You look tired."

Her eyes met his again, and for a moment, he knew she was not sure of what to say.

Just looking into his striking, ocher eyes, she suddenly felt an urge to spill the truth. "I just don't like this meeting," She said, too quickly. "I hate it. I just really don't like crowded places."

He tilted his head, as if he was observing her. "Yeah," To her surprise, he nodded. "Me too."

Something in her just made him want to comfort her. He couldn't help it.

"Really?" She looked surprised, her special hair swaying back with her movement, making her big, concern eyes pop more. "Yes, I prefer quieter places."

Just looking at him, she felt like he was born for crowded places. He looked like one of those guys that could own a place by just getting inside.

"Well, then," She said, looking down, not sure she believes him. "I guess you like this conference just as much as I do."

He chuckled. "Well, you're here, and it makes all of this a little more interesting."

"What?" Too surprised to even be embarrassed, she looked up again, meeting his eyes. He chuckled again, and for the first time, those eyes of his looked a bit warmer. For some reason, she felt relief spread inside of her just to see it. His eyes kept showing in her dreams, severe and hard, and now seeing him smiling...

"It means I'm happy to meet you again."

Trying not to get a panic attack, which might be really - really - awkward, she took a deep breath. What were they doing? She didn't know this guy. For all she knew, he could be speaking with her in order to get information out of her. His branch, his family… How could she possibly trust him?

"I'm not tricking you."

"What?"

Why was she whispering?

He took another step towards her, and now only a step separated between them. He looked into her eyes. "I'm not trying to make you talk, if that's what you think this is about. I get why you would think so, actually. I'm dead if my parents knew I was here right now talking to you."

Heart beating fast, she looked into his eyes and got lost in them. He was so close, his smell... His eyes were looking into hers, serious and playful at the same time, and their color a bit darker than before.

Suddenly, all she wanted was for him to kiss her. She wanted him to lift her, press her hard against himself, press her to the wall, swallow her moans, kiss her wildly. She wanted to clutch his hair, his stupid, stupid black hair, and to cling to him even harder. She wanted...

Where was all that coming from?!

Blushing and mortified about her thoughts, she took a step back.

She couldn't believe this was happening.

Those sparks, when he looked at her... Was she the only one who felt that? Was he feeling like this too? Did she want him to feel like this too?

She heard him chuckle and looked up again. His eyes were darker, excited, but he didn't look embarrassed at all like she was, obviously.

Slowly, he tucked a lock of her hair, one that was hiding her pale face a bit, and put it behind her ear. "It was a pleasure to see you again, Amy." He smirked, and them he walked and exited the room.

Amy took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.

What just happened?


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