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motions,
causing me to burst into laughter as we find a seat in the cafeteria.
    Brock and Evaughn leave
to get their food, and when they come back I'm heavily engrossed in
people watching.
    Everyone's colors are
bright and swirling with excitement. I can tell by the emotions (lust
and excitement) that the new kid is about to enter the room.
    Seconds go by and I can
feel and see the anticipation. Colors swirl tighter and faster.
Murmurs start up and I know he is close. Then, he walks into the
room, but no amount of colors or murmurs could have prepared me for
what I see next.

Chapter
Four
    I can see him speaking,
but I don’t hear a word. All I hear is the sound of my heart
beating in my chest as I see the man from my dream walk into the
room. The crowd ebbs and flows around him as if he is the moon and
they are the sea, as if his presence dictates theirs.
    I don’t move, I
don’t look away; I want to look away, but I can’t, I’m
stuck. I feel as though he and I are connected on some basic level
and no amount of evolution can change that.
    “ Sahariel.”
    So quiet I can barely
hear it, his name leaves my lips. I didn’t have to whisper
though. I could have shouted. As soon as his name reaches my own ears
his head turns immediately and his eyes meet mine. Then he begins to
do the worst thing imaginable; he starts to move toward me and I
begin to panic.
    “ Eden, are you
okay?” Brock puts his hand on my shoulder, pulling me from my
stupor.
    “ Seriously, you
look like you’re about to have a panic attack,” Evaughn
says, extremely astute.
    “ No,” I begin
to say, “I don’t- I don’t know. I just… I
feel like I need to get out.” I fidget, my hand over my heart
as I try not to make it obvious as to why I’m nervous. Then
Brock’s eyes follow mine.
    “ Is it because of
the new kid?” He asks.
    “ No.”
    Brock watches me with a
worried expression and Evaughn sits there quietly.
    My eyes dart around the
room looking for any possible escape routes, but none of them worked.
I saw it in his eyes that he knew I couldn’t go anywhere,
almost triumphant. My panic was rising with each step he took, and
before I know it he’s right there looking down at me, his sea
slowly ebbing away from the freak like the sea at low tide.
    “ Hello,” he
says, holding out his hand, “I’m Sahariel.”
    He smiles as if it’s
an inside joke that I already somehow know his name. I don’t
think it’s funny. I frown at him. Pretty soon he’s
frowning back, his hand still extended in a very awkward greeting.
    “ Sorry,”
Brock silences the awkward, “Eden is very bad with people,”
he grabs Sahariel’s hand and introduces himself.
    “ I’m Brock.”
    “ And I’m
Evaughn.” She waves from around her oboe.
    “ And this young
lady right here is Eden.” Brock puts his hands on my shoulders
as he says this, trying to be nice. Sahariel then re-extends his hand
out to me.
    I don’t extend
mine. Instead I decide to ignore him. I know it must be some sort of
practical joke. Let’s have the hot new guy hit on the
not-so-new-hot-girl-freak. It’s a classic, and I hate it.
    Slowly I reach over for
my things and stand up, pawing his hand out of the way and moving
around him. Turning around to face my friends, I put my sunglasses
on. Then I see something that makes me speechless. Okay, it wasn’t
something I see, but the lack of something. Sahariel has no colors.
At all.
    Brock reaches over and
snaps my jaw shut. I guess it must have fallen open. No one else in
my life had never not had colors, and yet here is this guy that has
no colors at all. Oh, and I had a dream about him and somehow I know
his name.
    I feel like I want to get
to know him, but I’m annoyed with the situation. I don’t
like unwanted attention, and the attention I am getting at the moment
is definitely unwanted and unwarranted, and on top of it I’m
confused; I don’t know what to do.
    Sahariel looks at me, his
expression turning from amused to