Deep Ocean Blue Eyes

ley’s

’s premises wasn’t new. Its sophisticated interior and exterior designs, c

ay around campus. I subconsciously looked for subtle traits pointing to the murder case I read about online – a fuss or ch

averick chorused from behind th

erick had dropped me off just in front of my pre-destined building. There were stairs and elevators in each building to su

obvious my identity wasn’t unknown to them. As a matter of fact, Makayla’s case also earned me a measure of fame being the “friend of the victim” that made headlines almost two months ago. Then shoved in the school’s near-perfect records was yet

do before heading for class. Although, I wasn’t so sure the schedule was gonna run as planned anymore. The victim’s identity was still concealed, aft

before heading to my class near the rest

ght down my headphones and hung them around my neck instead. “Hey Ash, di

way here. Although it was our first meeting since the Makayla’s incident, majo

ng down the aisle with me to the back. I formerly enjoyed sitting in the middle

, stopping my tracks in front of a seat loca

don’t t

the class was still scanty. Although students wer

u see t

ed, holding his gaz

. I enjoyed it.” Alright then. Stay a

never a reason to look down on us for Archer. He was our tutor in courses we struggled with. He’d helped us on several occasions, boost our scores, and set goals. Bein

since we became friends. The feeling was overwhelming. Now here’s the shocker: I bent over to cry, unable to hold the tears back no more. I didn’t want to draw undue attention

und, I remained in the dark, glued to my seat. I didn’t also check my phone to see if there were updates; I had in fact switched it off to prevent c

It felt like the weirdo I used to see on campus back then just walked in, and that had me awestruck for a second. I stared intently at him, paying no heed to Jordan’s presence. ‘Such resemblance!’ Understandably, the blue eyed guy didn’t revea

hey’re not blue.’ I swear I could have snapped if they turned out to be. All through the morning, I consciously avo

g his hardest to recall where. ‘Son of a gun.’ At that point, I was no more staring

undipped his slender fingers – originally in his hoodie’s pocket – bearing his black-polished nails and sliding them below the mask’s band, he unmasked himself, revealing his button nose and downwa

ave his Ivory skin tone, my hunch told me he was either a different breed or a crossbreed.

he was new to the class so I assumed they stood in the spotlight to get him introduced formally. ‘Ugghh whatever. When’s Carson gonna b

the newbie checking me out while I walked down the aisle so I stared right back until he raised h

ing held back. It wasn’t the new guy, I could clearly see. It had to be Jordan – my latest worst enemy. I

belonging to him spat. It took the grace of God to hold back from g

ore pulling myself from his grip and walk

ld be?’ The idiot I thought to be madly infatuated with Makayla turned out to be a horny bastard originally after me, too cowardly to c

eadphones to en

hanging on the placket – the third button precisely – of his red

.” He chuckled. “I

d my pho

o there? The crime scene could

arson. I want to check

om? She won

tend to

not!” he ref

m solve

le

r paid to keep his eyes on me so we’re

here.” We parted ways. While he descended the stairs be