Love lines by Diana Nixon Page B

asked.
    “No one knows. Since no one of Feta or Ventura could see
anything, everybody decided that she just left them alone.”
    “It sounds like a miracle,” I pointed.
    “At least, this is still unknown,” said Evan, shrugging
indifferently. “I think there was enough experience for the first lecture?” he
asked, smiling.
    “Even too much,” I answered, smiling back.
    “Well, then, see you tomorrow, at this time in front of the
academic building, okay?” shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, he said, as if
asking the permission to invite me for a date. Of course, I didn’t say that
aloud.
    “Okay,” I nodded shyly. “Thank you for the first lesson.
I think I'll stay here a little longer. I like flowers very much.”
    “Of course, the rest of the day is at your disposal.”
    Giving me his charming smile for the hundredth time,
Evan left.
    I had no doubt he was a dream of all the girls in Dever.
Being a high-brunette with bright sky-blue eyes, he could afford to be in the
highlight of everybody’s attention. He wasn’t however, the center of mine. My
own thoughts went back to Christian. The memory of him sank me into the vortex
of his emotions. It was a mixture of annoyance, anger, and despair. I was sure
a hundred percent that the feelings were clearly not caused by my behavior or
me in general.
    “What is he doing then?” I thought wonderingly.
     
     
     
    Chapter 9. The
grief  ( Christian)
     
    Vanessa...
    I could smell her sweet perfume even before I noticed
her hand on my shoulder. Funny enough, but I haven’t felt such a wild annoyance because of her touch before. I didn’t get much pleasure as well. I rather was
simply indifferent. Now I had to do my best not to break down and take her hand
off my shoulder.
    “Christian, I've been looking for you everywhere! I have
great news. Patricia Rowley is throwing a party tonight, and we're on the guest
list!”
    “No! Not that again!” I groaned mentally.
    “Sorry, Vanessa, but, first of all, you didn’t have to
look for me everywhere . I'm always in class at this time, and secondly,
today I can’t go with you. I need to practice as the Festival is too soon, and
I’m still not ready with my show.”
    Perhaps my speech was a little abrupt, but at that very
moment I didn’t care. To smooth over the consequences of my rudeness, I added
more gently:
    “Invite Evan. He will keep you company.”
    At that time, my friend was standing in front of the
audience, chatting with a group of some girls.
    “Okay then, Evan won’t refuse,” Vanessa said, quickly
turned around on her heels, and headed for the door.
    “Great!” I thought. I’ve got one problem solved. I was
worried much more about the Festival of Arts, which was to be held in two
weeks. That event was important for the whole University. On this day all the
graduates had their final tests, which actually ended up being a part of the Festival’s
program. In addition, each department represented their best students of the
current academic year, each of whom prepared a performance. As possessing fire
was my special ability, so it was the main idea of my show.
    Even before my arrival to Dever, when I was twelve years
old, I accidentally started a fire in my father's office. Of course, I was
punished. My parents, as it turned out, didn’t immediately realize that in the
absence of any incendiary materials it was quite difficult to start a fire.
Later it became clear to me that no devices were needed. The fire was in my
hands. And now, after so many successful attempts to build a castle out of it,
my performance was about to fail. Well, not really. Of course, the flame still
appeared, but its effect couldn’t be compared to the previous times. Because of
this the castle figure seemed blurred and vague. And it made me feel anger.
    Despair overwhelmed me at
the thought that I could end up failing everything. So I decided to leave my
futile attempts for later and went to visit Eileen.
    Passing by