I walked quickly into the school and kept my head down to ignore the obvious stares I was getting. Luckily, the front office was the first thing I ran into. I stepped inside quickly before shedding my jacket in the heated building. I looked to the woman at the front counter awkwardly; unsure of how to approach her. Luckily, she sensed my presence and looked up with a friendly smile.

"Hi, how can I help you?" she asked warmly.

"I-I'm new... Daniella Morison?" I answered unsurely. You'd think I'd be used to starting over by now, but the awkwardness never wavered. I was still the awkward, timid, and unsure girl that Evelyn made me to be. I hated meeting new people. I always seemed to know their true intentions before they even opened their mouth. Another curse of being an empath. I was getting nostalgia and pity from the woman behind the counter for some reason as she looked at me.

She looks just like her mother.

It wasn't my thought; it was hers. I had imagined someone's thoughts before every once in a while, but it was more like a feeling. It was weak, but it had been happening more and more lately. I was probably just losing it. There was no way I could read people's thoughts. My imagination was getting out of control.

The woman typed on the keyboard in front of her, glancing up every once in a while to look at me curiously and sympathetically. After an awkward moment of the typing being the only noise inside the office, she handed me a schedule.

"Here you go. I'm Mrs. Carson, by the way. I'll call for an office aid to help you get around for today so you won't get lost," she offered. I thanked her quietly before she disappeared behind a door behind the counter. I stood there by myself awkwardly until she came back with someone in tow.

The girl was tall and thin. Her skin was perfectly sun kissed. Her chocolate brown hair hung in long, loose waves that faded to blonde. Her hazel brown eyes sparkled with mock happiness. I was momentarily confused on if she was walking towards me or down a runway. Her cropped jeans with ankle boots and pink blouse with an open cream blazer layered over it only solidified my model theory. With her in the room, I felt very small, plain, and insignificant. She flashed her pearly, straight, white teeth at me and held her hand out to me.

"You must be Daniella. I'm Sophia," she introduced herself. I shook her hand and gasped with the contact. Her hand was hot compared to my icy digits, but what took my breath away was the image I saw when her skin touched mine. My vision faded to black before a different, foggier picture appeared. It was Sophia, but her canine teeth were elongated. Her eyes glowed with anger as a growl ripped through her throat. It was like something out of Twilight. Although there were no imagined thoughts, the message and feeling were clear: she saw me as her competition in this school. Someone to embarrass, get rid of, or isolate.

I released my hand from hers quickly as I took a step back. I still couldn't see anything but black, but it was slowly starting to fade back to normal with the exception of a fog around reality. Mrs. Carson and Sophia were staring at me in a sense of wonder, confusion, and fear. They were staring directly at my eyes. I could feel my cheeks and neck heat under their stares.

"Your eyes," Sophia breathed in disbelief. I turned and stumbled out of the office and into the nearest bathroom with my schedule in hand. The fog didn't let up on my vision as I went to look at myself in the mirror. My head ached slightly but nothing too major. The girl in the mirror was a replica of me, except her face was flushed red and her eyes had no pupil the vision of haze. The eyes only reflected a glowing full moon. All the way down to the darker gray areas that held the moon's craters.

I didn't understand. I wasn't sure what was happening to me, but I didn't like it. I'd never seen a person's intentions in a literal vision before. I'd never seen them so clearly and in pictures. I took a few deep breaths and splashed a little water on my face before staring at the girl in the mirror again. The leftover haze faded, turning my moon-like irises back to their abnormal silver color. One thing was certain though: it happened when I touched Sophia.

I stepped out of the bathroom with the intention to find everything on my own after the front office fiasco. I did not want to be noticed at this school. With only one year left, it was my goal to go on invisible. Which inevitably meant that I had to stay the hell away from Sophia. She wanted to embarrass and destroy me. With one look, her mind was made up, and with one touch, so was mine. I looked down the empty hallways and went in the direction I was pulled to hesitantly. I normally trusted my instincts, but after this morning, I was a little cautious. This town was screwing with me. I could always find my locker and ask someone for help later.

After walking down a few hallways, I found the first door that matched the first block on my schedule. Knowing all eyes were going to be on my late entry, I pulled my hair around my face to hide it before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open. The teacher's hand froze in mid-air with a marker in his hand as his eyes diverted to me.

"Ah, Miss Daniella. I've been expecting you. I'm Mr. Willis. Take any open seat," he said before turning back to writing on the white board. It was history... first thing in the morning...

Just perfect.

I turned to the class to look for an open seat. I saw the looks of wonder and curiosity. I was getting a lot of feelings from a lot of people. I kept my head down and took the open seat in the very back. I pushed my hair further in a curtain around my face and stared at my desk while keeping an ear on Mr. Willis' lesson.

"Lilac, sea breeze, and lemon," the guy next to me muttered to himself as he inhaled deeply.

"Excuse me?" I asked quietly as I peeked over to look at him. He was already looking at me. His eyes held mine. Warm amber irises damn near took my breath away. My eyes moved to the rest of his face. His smooth brown hair, his sharp cheekbones, straight nose, soft-looking pink lips, strong jawline, long eyelashes, clear sun touched skin...everything.

"You're beautiful," he breathed as he stared on, stuck under whatever spell I was unknowingly casting on him. He blinked in realization as a faint blush touched his cheeks. He turned away from me and faced forward again. He looked confused as he blinked at his desk. I wanted to know his intentions as clear as I saw Sophia's, but I didn't' want to risk being a pariah on my first day. I had the strongest urge to touch him. I shook my head slightly to snap out of it and faced forward; trying to ignore the stranger beside me.

As soon as the bell rung, I shot up to leave. The sooner I got out in front, the more of a chance everyone would just see my back. The guy next to me grabbed onto my arm to stop me, but his hand slipped down my sleeve and touched the skin of my hand. He held onto it; skin on skin. I gasped as my vision went black like it did in the front office. Before it got too out of control, I closed my eyes, not wanting to draw attention to myself in case my eyes changed again. I tried to tug my hand out of his but it was no use.

"I just want to talk to you," his voice faded from my hearing. The new picture faded into my vision like a movie.

It was him. He was laying with me under a canopy tree in the middle of the forest. We had a picnic blanket underneath us in the sunset. The back of his finger stroked my cheek, sending chills all over my body. I couldn't help but smile at him. He kissed me gently. His lips were soft but eager. The kiss filled me with love and lust. He cared for me. The smell of pine and mint leaves surrounded me; causing me to relax. It was coming from him.

"I love you, Dani. We're meant to be together, you know that," he smiled at me adoringly. The vision version of myself smiled back at him as her hand ran through his hair and she nodded.

"I love you too, Liam," she said, and she meant it with all of her heart. She was drawn to him; made for him. She felt closer to him than anyone else in her entire life. His hand trailed down and pierced through her chest, wrapping his fingers around her literal heart. She gasped with shock as it felt like she had the wind knocked out of her as she stared at her love. He watched confused at her brokenness.

"I never meant for this to happen," he whispered sympathetically at the pain he could have prevented. He ripped her heart from her chest and stood with it as he squeezed it tighter between his fingers. Sophia appeared and pulled him away as she lay there bleeding with her heart still in Liam's possession. He took it with him, as he laced his other hand with Sophia's and walked away from her. He felt bad, but not bad enough to fix it. I gasped as the vision ended and I was thrown back into reality. My vision going back to black.

The guy, that I now knew was named Liam, still had his hand on mine. I knew his curiosity and interest and understood what he would do; consciously or not. He would love me. We would love each other, but he would unknowingly, and maybe even accidentally, hurt me emotionally. I opened my eyes to look at him, only to realize my vision was still fogged. He was stunned immediately.

"Your eyes," he breathed. My eyes... I forgot about the moon-like eyes. I turned away from him quickly and blinked while rubbing my eyes until the fog went away completely. I blinked a few times, to readjust my sight. It felt like I was in the beginning stages of a migraine.

"You-"

"Stay away from me, Liam. I'm serious," I said. He was confused.

"I never told you my name," he noted. Crap; he was right. I broke my hand from his grasp while he was distracted. I had no excuse for knowing his name, and telling him that my vision told me was just crazy. I shook my head slightly before I rushed out of the classroom. These visions were getting out of control. I felt, in my gut, that there was truth in what I was seeing. I didn't know what they meant just yet, but I knew that one felt too real to risk letting it come true. I had to be more careful. If what I was seeing was real, or even an exaggerated version of what was to come, it wouldn't help my low profile at all. And the headaches that accompanied them weren't too pleasant either.