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A gun pointing right between her eyes. She was frightened, terrified. Suddenly, the man opened his eyes. Gold.

Bang!

Amy woke up sweating and out of breath. Another nightmare. Gold eyes again. she thought. She put her head in her hands as she composed herself. She couldn't understand anything. Why would Gold Eyes want to kill her?

Yeah. I named him Gold Eyes. Easier that way. Why does he always kill the others first before killing her? Why is his eyes golden? The same questions popped inside her head but still not one was answered. She needed to clear her head. She needed to let everything out. She needed to talk to someone. But everyone was asleep already. Well maybe not everyone.

She reached for her phone beside her bed and punched some numbers.

A deep weary voice answered. "Hello?"

Amy smiled. She missed his voice. Very much. "Jake."

"Amy! God! It's one o' clock and you're still not sleeping?" Jake asked in a worried tone.

Amy rolled her eyes. "Look who's talking."

"Amy, you know I need to work on my report. I can't afford to not have a perfect score on this."

"Riiiiight."

"Come on, Amy! College is way harder than high school. It's not as easy as you think."

"Hm? Is it harder than saving the world?"

She heard Jake snicker at the other side. "No, Amy. Of course not."

Silence fell between them. Only the crackle of the phone and their breaths was heard.

"Amy..." She stayed silent.

"What's the problem, Amy?" She remained silent. "Is it another nightmare?"

Amy nodded. "Amy?" She realized they were talking on the phone. He wouldn't know if she nodded. She did a mental facepalm.

"Stupid..." she muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing, Jake."

"Uh... Okay. Nightmare again? Gold Eyes?"

The mere mention of the name sent shivers down her spine. "Y-yeah."

"Amy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't be there..."

"It's not your fault, Jake. You're away for a reason. It's not like you're going to do something that's not important. Besides, you don't need to look after me all the time."

"Actually, I do." she heard him mutter but she let it pass. "Anyways, Amy, why not tell Fiske? He might be able to help you."

"No. Fiske is too stressed right now with the Madrigals. Since he took over while I'm at school. I don't want to kill the old man."

"Dan?" Jake suggested.

"Well, I did consider telling him. But maybe not today. Next time, I guess."

Another silence fell between them. She suddenly felt so vulnerable. It felt like Gold Eyes could barge in anytime, point a gun at her and shoot.

"I'm scared, Jake. I'm scared..." whispered Amy as tears stung her eyes.

"I know, Amy. I know."

Amy chuckled through the tears. "You know, it's ironic. I managed to save the world. I managed to beat the Vespers and lead the Madrigals. I managed to be alone. And all because of one man with golden eyes, I'm scared to death. Ironic, isn't it?" It came out weak and soft.

Jake knew she was crying. He also knew that words wouldn't be enough and actions would be impossible. There was only one way to comfort her. He licked his dry lips. He needed to do something, fast.

He hummed a tune. It was slow but sweet. Amy was surprised. It was weird hearing Jake sing but it did comfort her. His presence filled the room. She felt safe and secure. It's like he's there right beside her. She laid back down on her bed, closing her eyes to feel more of his presence. Somewhere along the lines, her eyes felt heavy and her sense clouded. Before drifting back to sleep, she whispered on the phone.

"Thank you, Jake."

Amy was greeted by the bright, warm sun. She realized she must have slept in the middle of listening to Jake sing. She remembered thanking Jake but was not sure if she really did. She panicked. He must have thought she was still listening and ended up awake the whole night, singing to her sleeping form. She quickly tumbled for her phone.

Of course I ended once I heard you snoring like a pig. -Jake

She smiled. Of course. Jake was not that stupid. He's a smart guy. He should have figured it out somehow. She texted back :

I don't snore like a pig!

Before she even got up she felt her phone vibrate.

Yes, you do. -Jake

Her amazement clearly showed in her reply.

Wow! Didn't expect you to be up so early.

Early? Amy, it's almost 10. -Jake

She glanced at her clock. 9:50. Her eyes widen. She was late! Not for school. It was Saturday. She was late for their Council meeting. Today's the day they were going to set the school up for the fair. They agreed to meet at 10:00 sharp and here she is still sitting on her bed. She quickly rushed to the bathroom and dressed herself. She saw Dan who's currently watching TV.

"Dan! Gonna be out. Don't wait for me."

"Huh?" Dan asked in confusion. "Where are you going?"

He turned his head to look at her but was surprised to see that he was talking to no one. He pouted and turned back to watch TV again.

Amy grabbed her bike. She never really rides her bike because she felt walking is better but under some circumstances such as this one, she uses it. She sped down the road at full speed breaking through the crowd. She almost hit a few people on the way but she couldn't do anything. She was extremely late. She looked at her watch. 10:20. She mentally cursed.

Damn! If it wasn't for Gold Eyes, I wouldn't be late. Curse that wretched man! She saw the intersection. Yellow lights were blinking. She pedaled faster but at the last second it turned red. She cursed as she stopped along the intersection. She tapped her heels on the sidewalk as she waited in anticipation.

Three. She panted hard.

Two. A sweat trickled down her forehead.

One. She braced herself. Ready for another round of biking.

Green. She ran again. People giving her looks as she zig-zagged through the crowd, bumping into some people. At the moment, she didn't care about what they were thinking about her. All she knew she was late.

She almost yelped in joy when saw her school around the corner. She quickly got off her bike and ran to the football field where the booths will be set up. She knew she was really late but she still hoped she was not too late. When she arrived, people were already setting up the tents and booths. Tough luck. She was late. She panted hard as she looked for Ian, rather, Mr. President.

Still panting hard, she scanned the whole field tying to look for jet black hair. But he was really not that hard to find since : (1) he was a little bit taller than anyone (2) he was, as usual, surrounded by a bunch of people. He was dressed in a white shirt and brown pants with matching black leather shoes.

She stood there looking at him. Suddenly it was as if she was...mesmerized. She couldn't take her eyes off of him nor could she move. He was holding a clipboard while trying to help. When he bent down to pick something up, she saw his biceps sent ripples across his shirt. Her heart beat a hundred per second. She swore he stole a glance at her but she didn't care. He simply looked handsome.

The sun peeked out and it did nothing to help. In fact, it worsened it. His tanned skin contrasting the yellow rays of the sun. His amber eyes sparkling like stars. The sun gave him such a powerful aura that could make anyone melt. He suddenly ran his hand through his hair making it messy. She felt her heart skip a beat. Every thought she had went out of the window except for one thought. She couldn't believe what she was thinking.

He looked drop-dead gorgeous.

Suddenly she got hit by something on the shoulder. She realized she actually hit someone. She quickly returned to her senses. She helped the girl up and mentally cursed as soon as she saw who it was.

Paige.

"OH MY GOSH! Look what you did to me!" Paige shrieked. Her shirt was stained with soda. "Eeewww! It's so sticky!"

She pointed a finger at Amy. "You! YOU! This is all your fault! "

Amy's eyes widened in shock.

"My fault? Excuse me. I was standing on the sides. It wasn't like I was standing in the middle of the field!"

Paige glared at her. Amy smirked. She knew Paige lost this round but she was able to recover quickly. By this time, Amy knew she was the center of attention once again. Who wouldn't be if you're like challenging the most popular kid in school? But she won't be beaten again. She doesn't want to be embarrassed again. It's time to fight back.

"I don't care if who hit who. You ruined not only my shirt but also my drink! That was the last one!"

"Well, just buy another shirt and soda." Amy said bluntly.

"Told you it was the last!"

"There's a vendo machine beside the field."

"It's broken, you know." Paige smiled as if challenging her.

Challenge accepted. Amy thought.

"There are a bunch of vendos in the school. Surely not every one of them broken."

"The school is locked.' Paige said playfully.

"Hello? There's a store just beside the school."

"It's closed."

"Are you sure?"

Paige hesitated a little but she was not going to lose this time. "Why, yes!"

"Well, I just happen to pass by a few minutes ago and saw that it was open."

Amy wanted to laugh when she saw the look on Paige's face. People around them chuckled silently. Amy smiled at her. Paige's face showed annoyance.

"Shut up! Just buy me a new shirt and get it over with!"

"Buy you a shirt?" Amy laughed. "Why should I buy you a shirt? I didn't even do anything!"

"YOU FREAKING RUINED MY SHIRT!" Paige screamed.

"No, I didn't."

"Don't worry about the payment. I'LL PAY! You just have to find the SHIRT!"

Paige threw a hundred dollar bill at Amy. She turned around and walked away with her minions. Enraged, Amy picked up the bill and disrupted the line of minions following Paige. She grabbed Paige's shoulder and yanked her to face Amy.

Amy shoved the bill into Paige's pocket. "No, you don't! I won't buy you shirt! I don't owe you anything!"

Suddenly, Paige's face showed sympathy. She held Amy's hands.

"No, it's okay. Just take it. Take it as my apology. I don't want to put much weight on your uncle's shoulders."

"What?"

"I don't wanna see you begging for money in the streets, Amy." Paige said in a mocking voice. "I want to help you so take it."

Amy slapped her face hard. Everyone around them gasped. Paige's face was priceless. It was a mixture of horror and anger but Amy wasn't done. Paige insulted her. What more is she even insulted Fiske. She thinks she knows what I've been through. She's damn wrong!

Amy approached her slowly. Terrified, Paige backed away. She saw Amy lift her hand for another hit. Her eyes closed as she waited for the impact but she never felt it. She looked up and saw someone in front of her.

Ian Kabra.

Paige stared at him in awe like he was some knight in shining armor. She chuckled silently at the face of Amy Cahill. She quickly stood up and walked towards Ian Kabra.

"Ian, help me. She hit my face. See? Look at the mark." She pointed at her red cheek.

Ian faced her. "Are you okay?"

Paige nodded. She hid behind Ian's back. She raised her finger at Amy without looking at her, as if Amy might do something to her.

"It's her. She slapped me for no reason."

"What? You're the one who started it!" accused Amy.

"I-I-..." Paige stuttered.

Amy's brows furrowed. She realized what Paige was doing. She was making her look bad in front of Ian Kabra. Well bad luck for her, Amy didn't care what he thought about her.

"Enough!"

Everyone looked at Ian.

"Enough of this! Come here, Paige. Everyone go back to work."

He dragged Paige out of the field. He suddenly stopped and turned to look at Amy.

"Meet me later."

He turned back with Paige clinging to him like a monkey. Amy scowled as she saw Paige smiled triumphantly.

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