Simon was not in any of her classes and she was glad.

But for some strange reason, she had a need to see him again and she wanted to get to know him but she forced herself to not to think any of those thoughts.

They bring her nothing but trouble, always have been, always will.

She learned the hard way that guys like Simon, who flirt with girls and got the girl they wanted without being rejected once meant nothing but trouble. She was notgoing down that road again.

The bell rang for 1st lunch which happened to be at 11:35 and ended at 12:25. Not a lot of time but they werea big school and we have over 500 students.

The students piled onto the marble floors of the light blue hallways and ran towards the dark blue double doors of the cafeteria or their tall cream colored lockers which is the size of an average person.

She waited towards the corner of the lockers where no one would bump into her. Anyone could get squashed trying to make their way to their locker or even across the hall for that matter. After a good while, the hallways cleared as students made their way to the cafeteria.

She went towards her locker which was right around the corner. She sighed with relief when she saw she was alone in the hallway. As she walked to her locker, she saw several sheets of paper sticking out from it.

She grabbed them and opened them. Her hands trembled and heat rushed to her cheeks.

All of the papers were drawings or cut-outs of her. There was a big X on her eyes and mouth and red dots sticking out of her head. Under the words said in big, fat red letters. "SAMIRA EVERSON, YOU WILL PAY IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT SIMON BAE!"

She shook with anger and fear and crumpled up the papers and threw it into the nearest trash can.

She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down. She knew the handwriting very, verywell. It was Miranda's trying to get at herjust because Simon sat beside her in class.

Calm down, Mira,she said to herself. Calm down; just think about your favorite place in the world or your favorite person. Who's your favorite person in the world?

MOM

She immediately thought of her mom and tears came to her eyes. She died when she was just 10 years old. She didn't remember much but her Dad used to told her that she was the spitting image of her mother.

She missed her. Her mother would always comfort her and helped her with her homework. She would always buy her crayons and pencils for her drawings.

She would always give her words of encouragement when she was having trouble at school or anything for that matter.

She missed her lullabies that her mother sang to her and her mother taught them to her.

She missed everything about her, but the more she thought about her, the harder it was for her face to appear.

She was rapidly losing her memories of her mother and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She didn't realize the tears falling down her cheeks.

The only thing she had of her mother's was her necklace which was passed down to her and her mother passed it down to her. It was a celestial crescent moon with a star in the middle and smaller star attached to the bigger one.

This was just not her day. Everything was going wrong, Simon, Miranda, the notes and name-calling. She never called this much attention in her entire 16 years of life and it was not pleasant.

She wiped her tears away and took a big shaky breath as she opened her locker.

She took out her books and papers from her book bag and placed it inside. She had a big pile of papers and books in her hand and her book-bag fell to the ground. She growled softly and bent to pick it up while placing the papers and books on her lap.

But it was hard since the books were heavy and every time she moved, the papers and books would threaten to fall out all over the place.

Slowly, she reached for her bag and grabbed the handle but just as she was about to stand up, someone yelled, "Hey!" and she banged her head on the top drawer of her locker and all her papers and books fell to the ground.

"Ow!" She yelled, rubbing her head.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry, let me help you." She knew that voice. It was Simon's and he touched her arm but the warmth and tingle that went through her body was enough to make her swat him away.

"No! I'm fine." She yelled as she winced in pain.

"Let me…"

"I said, No!" She stood up as a wave of dizziness washed over but she forced herself not to be swayed. She struggled to show Simon that she was fine and didn't need any help from him.

She looked at him and his eyes showed worryness, but then his eyes glinted and he smiled and as when he smiled and her eyes locked with his. Her pain subsided and she had a strong need to tell him what was going on and how he made her feel but there was something about this that felt like Déjà vu.

This only happened once. A sorcerer eyes would only glint if he was using a spell and she knew too well what a sorcerer would do. Because of one sorcerer, she was forced to use her power and kill someone she loved.

But if her gut was telling her something then it meant that Simon…

No, it couldn't be, he was just a regular boy trying to use his charms to make girls fall in love with him so he could dump them later. However, no matter how much she tried to fight her feelings towards him, she couldn't lie that she was falling hard for him and she could nothing to stop it.

She shook her head and the feeling of spilling her guts to him evaporated. The glint in his eyes disappeared.

Because of him, she was receiving dirty looks and threatening notes and unnecessary attention.

Until hecame along, everything was fine. She wasn't confused with her feelings and trying to decide if she could trust people again. She didn't get reprimanding notes in her locker and she certainly didn't get butterflies in her stomach or have her heart pounding away when Simon was near her.

Because of him, she was in this situation.

"Just go, I can do this by myself." She said as angrily as she could. She ignored his look of hurt on his face and bent to pick up her books and papers.

"Let me help." He said.

"I said no," She said as she quickly grabbed her stuff and just threw them in her locker.

"Well, I'm helping you whether you like it or not." He said, his voice slightly impatient.

Anger rushed through her and she felt such a need to push him away or better yet…

NO!

She shoulnt be thinking that. Not after what happened with her.

He picked up her papers and threw them in her locker.

A deep voice from the back of her started speaking.

Yes, Samira, do it. You know you want to. It's his fault that you're stuck as the freak of the school. You did it before and look how powerful you felt.

The voice was so familiar.

Yes,she thought, he does. Because of him, I'm stuck in this situation.

Suddenly, her senses were heightened and the liquid in the air was more visible to her eyes and it felt really, really good.

Yes, the voice said. Thata girl, just do it, feel how good it makes you feel. It tastes so good doesn't it? Join me, join me and become what you truly were meant to be.

All she had to do was move her hand, pretend she grabbing something in the air and move her hand toward his body and…

"Hello!" The voice said, it sounded distant but it made her heart pound.

She turned her head to the direction of the voice and saw a boy with almond-shaped brown eyes and dark blonde spiky hair.

He looked familiar and the boy moved his hand in front of her but it was hazy. He was disappearing until she felt electricity, not the bad kind of electricity, but the good kind that rushed through her body from her shoulders.

The boy was getting clearer and he was saying something, his face filled with worry. She shook her head and the voice disappeared.

"What…what happened?" she asked as she shook her head again and rubbed her eyes. The liquid in the air was disappearing.

It was there but I just couldn't see it anymore only feel it.

"You just stopped and out of nowhere you stood up and started walking. You looked hypnotized. Your eyes were black. Are you okay? I tried everything even my spells but nothing was working until I decided to shake you out of it."

He was rambling and running his hand through his hair, spiking it up in the process.

"Wait, did you say spells?" She asked. She didn't know if her mind playing tricks on her or if she was hearing wrong but she was pretty sure he said spells and only witches and sorcerers used spells.

He blushed and his voice cracked when he said, "No"

"No, I'm pretty sure you said spells and only…" She stopped herself before explaining more and blowing her cover.

"Only what?" He prompted. It was like he knew something but wanted to her to confirm something.

"N-Nothing. Look, you should just go. I need to go." She said as she closed her locker and started to walk away from him.

But he was not giving up that easily, he just stepped in her way.

"Move!" she said as she tried to sidestep him but he just blocked her path. Her anger was turning into annoyance.

"What's your name?" He said, smiling the smile he used on her earlier that managed to make her

"If I tell you, will you move?"

He rubbed his chin and smiled again..

"Yes." He said.

"It's Samira, but friends call me Mira," she said then mumbled under my breath, "They would if I had any."

"What was that?" He asked me.

"Nothing, Can I please go?" She said as she moved away from him.

"Not yet."

"Look, Simon, I really have to go, I…uh…need to find my brothers and my best friend."

"Let me take you." he offered.

"No! Ugh! Why can't you just leave me alone? I was fine until you came along." She said angrily. She was feeling frustrated and threatened every time he got close to her.

He frowned slightly.

"I don't know." He said softly.

"You don't know what?" she asked.

"Look, Mira, I don't know, there's something about you that I don't get. I guess I'm trying to find out what that is." He said as he looked her in the eye. There was no glint this time.

"Well, you're right. There is something different me about me but you're wasting your time trying to figure it out so if you don't want to get hurt," She said with a deadly calm and angrily at the same time and forcing herself to look into his eyes without getting weak kneed by his hotness. "I suggest you stay away from me." She was so angry with him and herself that she started to run away.

"Wait!"

She ran harder.

"WAIT!" He yelled again but she didn't stop.