[Roman's POV]

I walked away from them as I head to the auditorium. The boy on that table, Virgil. He has been on my mind for the past few weeks now. Everytime I look at him, I feel a kind of....connection?...or bond maybe?...... The only other time I'd ever heard of something like this was my mother and father. When they met each other they felt an instant connection, of their minds and souls...I think it's called a mating bond?....I hardly know this boy though. I had been basically gawking at him for the past, not daring to pull on the bond I felt, to let him know I was there. I could also feel his more intense emotions or sense his distress when he felt it. The most often thing I'd feel through the bond is a crush or affection. Heartbreakingly enough those  emotions were not directed at me, they were directed at the boy with the perpetual glare, Michael. I wonder what made him dislike me that much? I feel suddenly anxious and distressed but everything in my life is fine......

VIRGIL! It must be him! How could I help him? He barely knows me, if he's panicking, I'll only make it worse....

Michael! I could tell him to go to Virgil! I leave the auditorium and run up the stairs and peer out the door when I see Patton, Michael and Logan already helping Virgil out. He seems to be okay.....Maybe I should reach through the bond just to make sure he's okay....no that would only startled him. I wonder if his friend, Logan is a daemati...A thought for later. Now is the time for rehearsal!

A/N: Sorry it's so fricking short

- Daggers