BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 510: Eyes On Me

Chapter 510: Eyes On Me

I don’t want to have this talk, I’m already having an annoying day. Adding fuel to my mood would make me explode any minute. The strings woven together are tugging for a desperate removal. This conservation will be the catharsis it needs.

"It’s nothing," I forced out. "Can we not talk about it? I was just being paranoid"

"Something like that doesn’t mean you’re paranoid, Em"

"Right," I hung my bag on my shoulder and grabbed my jacket. "So what if the entire room was remodeled? That’s just it"

"You know this is the closest to any contact in the past year"

I stopped instantly at his words, and a moment of silence passed before I leaned against the wall. "Like I said it’s nothing" I murmured, the shift in my tone evident, more overpowered by the storming emotions about to crawl out of me. It’s like a can of worms has been opened.

I don’t want to talk about this. Please. My heart was already racing and a hollow feeling came back, one that made this shell the loudest than I could handle. I rub my thumb against the necklace but I don’t feel anything. Just the pain and loneliness slipping back in through the wall I had caged myself in.

"Em?"

"The bond, Grayson..." my voice broke, and I leveled my eyes so that no one would see me about to come apart. I was thankful enough that this particular hallway was empty at the moment. "It’s weaker," I sighed. "So even if it is, it doesn’t mean anything"

Silence came between us but my heart remained loud with all the surpassed emotions eating me from the inside out. I applied more pressure to the pendant.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice laced with worry and regret. I don’t blame him, I’m just too devastated by the simplest crack in composure, it’s hard to keep up a brave face all the time, especially around my loved ones, I don’t want to be in constant pain. They would hurt more.

"Scared," I confessed. "But whatever it is, I’ll deal with it" I swallowed back my sobs and tears. "I have to"

"That’s not something you can deal with Emma, not alone"

"What choice do I have?" I sighed "I need to live, even just a little, and being here is better for me, I need..." I squeezed my hand close to my chest. "Something"

"Okay," he said in understanding. "That’s okay"

"Thank you" I forced a smile.

"I’m here"

"I know..." I whispered. "Bye," I ended the call, remaining there for a minute before I heard footsteps approaching. I collected myself and began heading towards my next class.

I saw Tessa waving to me from a distance and I put up the mask again, diving into that temporary feeling.

The instant I stepped forward, I hesitated, feeling a sudden weight of eyes on me. My gaze darted around, scanning the faces in the area, but everyone seemed to be minding their own business. Still, the creeping sensation persisted, causing a tightening feeling in my chest.

Maybe I was just being paranoid.

~

My remaining classes weren’t with Tessa, the classes I spent with her were okay... I guess, at least she didn’t talk during them or else I would have just called it a day. I’m not about to be overwhelmed by the speed of the classes and her irrelevant talk.

Starving, I decided to eat something in the cafeteria before heading back to the dorm. With every bite of my food, I found myself scanning the area for that unsettling feeling, but it seemed to have disappeared. Maybe it was just my imagination after all.

Feeling as though my mind was calling me a liar, I locked eyes with a pair of gray ones. It was that guy from the first period, the one who had rudely sat beside me. Now, it seemed I wasn’t invisible because he was staring right at me. I slowly brought my sandwich to my lips and took a bite. He didn’t look away, just there in a corner like the misplaced puzzle he was, arms folded on the table.

I remembered when I had the same aura as him, back I felt like a black egg, but now I just blended fine, but the reflection was what pulled me deeper into a wave of curiosity. Who is he?

"Hey!"

I jerked as Tessa sat in front of me blocking me from the view of the mysterious guy.

"Hey, done?" I asked distractedly because I spotted the white-haired walking away and disappearing at a turn. How strange. It felt like he was on to me but at the same time, he was just like everyone else. How could he not stand out so much while being completely different? Was I the one who noticed just how different he was?

I blamed myself for being too observant when it came to these things, it’s how I wound up in the supernatural world after all.

"Yeah, you?"

I nodded, taking another bite from my sandwich.

"Tell me about Juneau"

"What?" I glance back at her.

"You seem from around here"

"You can tell?"

"Heiress, remember? It would be weird if you traveled across the world to this school if you don’t already have roots here"

"Great observation for someone who is not an Heiress and... yes" I grabbed my soda and took a sip. "I’m from here"

"Cool, what’s it like then?"

"Just your usual town nothing out of the ordinary"

I’m not about to tell her what lurks in the dark. Last I remembered The law of Coexistence still exists.

"Right you must have been sheltered so you probably don’t know much about everything, must be sad"

I scoffed, this girl would split my head apart with her assumptions but then again I wasn’t giving much info to convince herself otherwise. Let her have her fantasy.

"Also the founding families must be cool"

"Oh yeah?" I said uninterested. Silently praying she doesn’t go further but what are the odds of her stopping?

"It’s what everyone talks about, they are the founders of this school, amazing right?" she squealed.

"Yeah," I nodded.

"I wonder what they are like. I heard they have estates all over these lands but the richest remain the Devereauxs’, so much influence, and yet there is barely any info on them. Oh but there is one, I heard the eldest heir of the family is married"

I choked on my soda.

"Easy girl, don’t swallow too hard," she chuckled.

I coughed. "Sorry," I cleared my throat grabbing a napkin to clean the spill on me.

"Oh, I wonder," she continued dreamily.

"Wonder what?"

"To be influential"

"I see"

"There’s a party this weekend!" she announced. "So what do you think? trust me you’re going to love it, have you been to a party before?"

Judging from the look on my face my answer was quite clear. I have never been to one before, well except for school prom, but something told me that’s not how parties usually are.

From Tessa’s expression, I could tell it was something to look forward to.

"I don’t know, I’ll think about it"

"Please do it because girl you need to set loose, staying under the shelter of your family must have been hard, But don’t worry as long as you have me I’ll make sure you have the time of your life!"

~

My eyes remained on the chandelier for over an hour before I fished out my phone, opening the messages I didn’t have the chance to read. A group was created months ago, the members were me, Hayden, and Emilia. It was called Hallowed B*tches. Not my choice and certainly not Hayden’s, it was all Emilia’s.

Hayden: Come on ladies, which should I choose? I’m fucking confused.

Emilia: Choose any, no one looks at it for too long after all.

Hayden: *Gasp emoji* Rudeeeee. Emma! Where are you? Emilia isn’t helping.

Emilia: Emma is living the best life right now. Attending JU is well deserved. Where the heck are you, girl? Give us the gossip!

I chuckled before typing.

Me: I think the silver looks great, add a touch of your eye color there.

I replied, staring at the wedding invite. I dropped my phone before sighing, but the familiar ping caused me to pick it back up again.

It was Emilia messaging me privately.

Emilia: Daily stalking report.

I sat up instantly, my heart thundering in my chest as I scanned through.

Emilia: You-Know-Who is out of the country again, the houses are planning the next step towards many things. It is so cumbersome, I’m still glad to this day that I don’t have to worry about such things.

He’s out of the country again? He doesn’t stay longer anymore, it was travel after travel, business after business. I guess that’s the only thing worth his attention now, nothing else matters except leading the clan.

The Pride Clan took a heavy blow a year ago, building up again was not an easy task.

My chest tightened as I typed a reply.

Me: Can we stop with the daily report?