I am very sorry that I had caused such a delay on this chapter. I got busy this week with cousins staying over, turning my house up-side down and noisy aunties. Not to mention my grandma creating trouble everywhere she goes to. Well, I still love them regardless but well I enjoy private time alone better. So well thanks to everyone for all of your reviews and well, sit back and enjoy this chapter and please do leave me a review. –Amy-

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I groaned silently, looking out at the others as the history teacher introduced me. My eyes caught a pair of dark ones and I shivered.

There he was, Mr. exotic eyes, in my class with me. Even though his eyes were no longer the diamond-like when I first saw him, it was still unusually unique.

I hate to admit it but it does reach out to me, like a cloth caught by a hook.

I am not sure if I am supposed to be excited or irritated. I nodded to the whole class and went off to sit with Miss loud mouth, who insisted on bringing me to the nurse.

'I am fine Amanda. Let's just get through pop quiz.' I said, my eyes darting out at Shaun. He was at my left and his back was facing me. His skin was so smooth and white. He looked like he bath in milk daily. I smiled despite my bad mood, entranced by his unusual beauty.

'Are you sure, you are okay?' Amanda broke into my mind once again.

I groaned.

'The pain will return if you don't stop talking already,'

I didn't mean to snap at her but she was plain annoying. I sighed and gave her a soft smile, 'I have just been under a stress with all the moving. I will be fine.'

She stared at me for a moment, as if wondering if I was telling her the truth then she smiled and nodded turning her attention to the teacher.

The bell incident was screwed up weird. One moment I was talking to Miss loud mouth and the next I felt like an alarm screamed near my ears, ringing the hell out of me.

Every single cell in my body seemed like screaming at me and the headache grew. It pulsated through my brain and I felt soft vibes that slowly grew stronger. I thought my brain was about to explode.

I felt Amanda's hand gently surrounding my shoulder but I couldn't hear her, neither could I hear anything else except the bell and yet I feel like I could.

Somewhere I heard distant voices and distance gasps. I thought I heard people muttering, somehow I could make out the sentences they were saying and yet some just drone off and in.

I felt like my world was turning upside down.

And then I was on the floor, ears covered with my palms, still shrinking away from the breath-taking-ear-shattering device that rung throughout the school or was it throughout my body?

When it stopped, everybody was staring back at me. I must have been screaming because, those who were way far from where I stood or sat curled up was even staring at me.

My cheeks were wet. Have I been crying?

I wiped them off quickly, my ears still hurting, knowing that if it had lasted longer, my brain would have really exploded and blood would have trickled down from my ears.

I still felt queasy from the noise, but the explosive headache slowly reduced into a dull ache. Its almost like I could feel blood pumping through out my head, and it seems like it was transferring from one flaps of my brain waves to another, rushing through, filling me up.

With Amanda's help, I pulled myself up, catching everyone's eyes, staring back at me, questions still whispering past their mind.

Great, new kid in school made it to the award-winning weirdo list.

I took a breath and acted like nothing happened, trying to calm my nerves down, even though it was screaming louder than that stupid bell, back at me.

The confusion turned to anger. I hated it even more when I do not have the answer. The question still lay unanswered.

How was it possible that the bell only affected me and not anyone else?

It's like it never happen at all and just a part of my mind's hallucination. This really made me mad and I bit down upon my lip hard then realizing it too late when I tasted blood.

Great, I punctured my own mouth and now mom's going to think I was in a fight not to mention my nosey sister Jessica would be all over me and she does make me mad, real mad. I wish I could break that small head of hers and lick up those liquid that flows from it.

I shook my head. Damn it! Why do I always have those horrible thoughts? Maybe I am really crazy.

I turned back to biting my lip again and started wincing. Damn it! I should start trying to think of doing something else when I am nervous.

I turned to my left and the black head turned back to face the teacher. Weird, was he actually looking at me? I smiled, thinking I might just like it here after all.

The day went with Mr. Richman talking about ancient history, Egypt. The pop quiz was not that tough. I answered them easily, topping off everyone.

I could almost hear everyone grumbling under their breath and Miss loud mouth cheering me on silently, probably proud of showing them that I am her friend when I answered everything correctly, so I decided to not be much of a show off and lay back, letting others answer the questions instead.

I casually turned my gaze to Mr. Exotic eyes and there in his place stood an empty seat.

My heart raced, my breath got caught in my throat and my mind whirled. I stared at the empty seat, my eyes not moving an inch.

Where was he? How could he-

'Ouch!' I heard someone winced.

I broke out of my immobilized moment and turned to my seatmate.

'What are you doing to me Gracy?' she whimpered.

I froze. What was I doing?