Well, this one took longer than I thought, but I was busy with school, having two tests today, as well as the fact I started reading 1984 by George Orwell, so that took up some of my spare time. This is also short, but it's just a bit of an explination chapter.
Also don't forget that Richelle Mead owns this wonderful series of books, not me.
So, without further ado, here you go!
Two
It wasn't the first time I had seen him, but it was the first time I think he actually noticed me.
He was a Moroi, tall like most of them, with the same pale skin as the rest of them, but with what was unmistakeably some muscle on his upper arms and legs. It was unususal, but not massively so.
He had messy dark brown hair that reminded me of Adrian, but his eyes were, different. They were like a dark gold colour, unlike anything I had ever seen before.
He stood in a corner off to the side of the campus, what I guessed was either a clove or regular cigarette in one hand, and what looked like a cup of coffee in the other. It was unususal, because the rules were that smoking was prohibited on campus, but the teachers walking by just ignored him for the most part. This led me to believe that I might be imagining him or something.
I watched him for a few moments, observing him take a short drag from his cigarette, then look up into the cloudy sky for a second before taking a sip of whatever he was drinking. After a minute or so, he dropped the cigarette, having finished it, and looked up to see me starting at him. I looked away, slightly embarassed, but when I looked up I saw him doing the same with a small smile on his face. After another minute or two, he headed over towards guest housing.