ALICE'S POV

"Ms. Bell, have you been listening to me?" The principal, a man in his late 40s, asked me. Exasperation clear in his dull brown eyes.

"Yes, sir." I lied, bored with this conversation. I was sitting in the principal's office because Mr. Wilson wanted to discuss some things with me. Particularly, my behavior at my old school.

"From what I saw from your file, you're a bright girl. But recently you've been acting up. Now, I don't know exactly what happened at Carver Academy but I have absolutely no tolerance for violence on schools grounds. Do you hear me?" His voice was stern, trying to show how serious he was.

I flashed him a plastic smile. "Loud and clear. I won't get into fights ." Unless anyone wants to start something with me. "Can I go now?"

He narrowed his eyes at me as if he was trying to figure me out. But my expression stayed emotionless. After a few moments, Mr. Wilson let out a sigh. He's given up. Smart guy knew that he was trying to do the impossible. "Fine. Go to class and stay out of trouble."

With that, I left his office and made my way through the crowded halls. Even though the bell was about to ring in less than two minutes, nobody was in a hurry to get to class. I let my eyes scan through the sea of people as their clamoring buzzed in my ears. My gaze involuntarily stopped at a group made out of eight boys who looked like the personification of delinquents. Most of them possessed fresh bruises and covered with tattoos and piercing. Chains hung from their waists and two even wore house-arrest anklets. All were tall, muscular, and I'll admit it, attractive. They were at the other end of the hall, too busy roughhousing.

One in particular caught my eye. He was leaning on the lockers, just watching in lazy amusement as his friends horsed around. His hair was so black it reminded me of a starless night sky. If the others were attractive, he was gorgeous. Realizing that I was shamelessly staring at the hunk that I didn't even know like some wanton hussy, I chastised myself. I was never one to drool over some guy and I don't plan on starting now. But before I could tear my gaze away, his eyes shifted towards my direction. His vivid violet hues met my pale blue ones and suddenly our surrounding changed--

--We were in what looked like a boxing ring. I was in a sports bra and yoga pants that stuck like a second skin. He was only wearing black shorts. He was shirtless, showing off his six-pack, a nipple ring, and all the tattoos that covered his tanned torso. My eyes traveled down his body as I bit my lip.

He smirked when he saw that I was checking him out. "Liking what you're seeing, Bell? I know I do." His voice was low and husky, His eyes seemed darker with a suggestive gleam.

I mirrored his smirk. Instead of answering, I threw a punch at him. Which he easily dodged. The sparring began and neither one of us were holding back. We punched, jabbed, kicked, dodged, and blocked. It went on for a while until he grabbed my hand when I was about to strike him and jerked me closer to him.

We were barely a centimeter apart. I looked up at him as he gazed down at me. Even though I was taller than most girls, he still towered over me. We just stood there, never breaking eye contact. Suddenly, I kicked one of his leg from under him causing him to lost his balance. I pushed him down so his back met the mat with a thud. Before he could recover, I straddled him and pinned his hands by his head. "I win." I said breathlessly.

I was panting while covered in a thin layer of sweat. He was the same. As I looked down at him, his eyes were dilated and darker than ever before. Something primal and animalistic swirled in those dark hues. I realized that I was looking at him the exact same way.

I slowly leaned down until our faces were only inches apart. "You know," I said with a coy smile. "I think I like you at my mercy." My eyes darted towards his lips before meeting his eyes again. He still didn't say anything but the desire in his eyes were palpable. "And I think you like being at my mercy." I moved even closer until my lips were gently brushing against his.

That's all it took for him to make his move. He sat up, breaking out of my hold. Wrapping one arm around my waist to keep me in place, he cupped my face and pulled me towards him until we were chest to chest. Then, he crushed his lips onto mine. His hold tightened around me. My hands found their way into his hair and pulled him even closer if that was possible. I let out a soft moan. This kiss wasn't gentle or sweet. It was fierce and rough and I never want it to end.

The need for air became too much to ignore. I broke the kiss, panting. But he wasn't done. He started to trail kisses along my jaw and down my neck. "Cole," I whimpered. I was consumed by him. The pleasurable feeling was almost too much.--

--The aggravating ringing of the bell snapped back into the present. It wasn't that rare for me to get a vision with other slayer. It happened multiple times with Chance and River. But what the hell was that? I wasn't flirty or coy. That girl who was making out in the ring couldn't possibly be me. Violet eyes, wide with shock, stared at me. I quickly tore my gaze away from him and hurried to class.

Besides the little incident in the hall, the rest of the day was uneventful. For six hours I sat in uncomfortable desk chairs and feeling bored out of my mind as adults droned on about something that will almost absolutely never help in life. The images of the vision from before kept flashing in my head. I mentally reprimanded myself each time I saw an image but it didn't take long before another one appeared.

Relief washed over me when I heard the last bell. Thank God, it's finally over. When I got out, Chance was already there waiting for me. His red pickup truck was easy to spot.

"What's wrong?" Chance asked me when I got in the car.

One glance was all it took for him know that something was bothering me. No matter how expressionless my face was, he could still read me like a book. Perhaps he's able to do so due to the fact that he's a stoic person himself. Strange thing is that even though we're closed off people, we're pretty open with each other. He's the one I go to when I just need to talk to. I've told him things that I didn't even tell River. He came to me when he needs a haven to escape his demons. We trust each other and told each other our secrets. Despite us being so close, our feeling always remained platonic. He was my best friend and closest confidant.

Knowing that lying would be pointless, I answered honestly, "I had a vision with this guy. Don't know his name or anything about him. The vision was just so. . ." I trailed off, trying to find an accurate description. "different from the ones I had before." None of my other visions were of me making out with a stranger.

"Different how?" He asked as he drove away from the school.

I contemplated how should answer. I couldn't just blurt out that I had a vision where I was practically christening a boxing ring. "He and I were sparring," I began to explain. "And one thing lead to other and we ended up making out."

Though Chance had a talent for keeping his face void of emotions, the surprise was clearly shown. Not that I blamed him. He's almost as surprised as I was. Ever since I became a slayer I haven't been interested in relationships. It just seemed trivial compared to the battle of humanity and evil.

"Okay. . ." He drawled out. "Does that mean something?"

I sighed, "I don't know. Maybe it doesn't mean anything at all. It's possible that we were just caught up in the heat of the moment and it was a one time thing." As I said those words, a part of me knew that that wasn't true. Hoping that it wasn't true. I immediately silenced that part of me.

Wanting to change the topic, I asked about tonight. "Do you know what this meeting is about?"

I watched as I saw his face hardened, loathing simmering in his eyes. "It's Anima. They've been attacking slayers."

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