Stupid.

Stupid, Wallace family.

How can two men from the same household be getting me all worked up like this? And imagine the headmaster wanting to talk to me about my education, like what the fuck? I'm perfectly capable of–

Pulling out of my thought when I collide into a wall. Pair of hands comes around my waist to steady me, keeping me from falling. "Whoa now." The unfamiliar voice speaks, confirming that I didn't hit a wall.

My eyes moves from The Vale blazer to the visible red tie, meeting his gaze. His brown eyes compliment his caramel skin. "Hey." I clear my throat and remove myself from him.

He takes a step back, making me get a closer look at him. He's obviously a new student because I would remember him if he was here last semester. Also, apart from Ari and Brie, I've noticed only new students wears their complete uniform. Although this guy add a few touch to it like the red stripes addition to the sleeve of his blazer and the zip poking from his cardigan, which mean he adjusted it to his taste and I can tell he's got good taste. His blond dreadlocks is packed in a twin ponytail. The halo diamond stud earrings shines with the reflection of the sun. My eyes falls to his hands and as predicted each fingers house a ring.

Now, this is a statement look.

"My eyes are up here." His voice comes crashing in my ear and that's not even the worse part. It's his words.

For a moment there, I almost forgot what was going on in my life but he just had to open his mouth and ruin the fun. "And?" I frown, my tone isn't friendly and he gets it as his playfully expression fades.

"Bad joke, I'm sorry." He clears his throat and takes another step backwards, keeping the distance between us. He probably sensed that I'm not in an accommodating mood. "Are you okay?"

I bite my tongue and sigh to avoid saying the wrong things. He didn't do anything to me and he doesn't deserve my wrath, so I'll save him and keep moving. I begin to walk but stop when his voice comes again. Groaning lowly, I close my eyes.

"Are you new here?" He asks.

Take a deep breath, Cami. It's just a question. Be a good girl and answer. I think to myself.

"No."

"Perfect." I hear him claps his hands before moving to stand in front of me.

I raise my eyebrows in question. "Perfect? How the fuck is that perfect?" I fire back.

Not expecting the reply, his eyes goes wide. The shock expression doesn't stay on his face long as he quickly recovers and continue with his quest to make my life a living hell with his voice. "You see, the headmaster asked to see me, said something about getting some students to give me a tour and I was wondering if you could do it."

"Fuck no," I answer.

"You didn't even think about it," he points out.

"I don't have to. I'm not a tour guide."

"What if I say please?" His white teeth shows as he emphasis on the 'please' which makes me lose the frown I have on my face. I don't smile even if the sight is funny.

"Why are you wearing your uniform on a weekend?" I ask curiously. The building is empty and I don't see any cars parked outside, which I would have concluded that he just arrived but guessing from his looks, he didn't just get here.

He looks down at himself like he forgot what he was wearing. "Oh this?" He pulls his blazer, "I just finished working on it. I was going to show the headmaster to see if it's allowed."

"Why didn't you ask before doing it? What if he says no? Would you undo everything?"

He tucks his lips inward and thinks about what I said. Seconds later, he says, "I won't undo and I'm only showing him out of courtesy. You know, be a good kid and all. I have zero intentions of following any rules here."

This surprises me.

"A rebel. How nice." I compliment. The annoyance I felt is starting to slip.

He shrugs but keeps a smile on his face. "What can I say? I love playing the good guy when really I'm bad. What about you?"

"What about me?" I ask and start walking, he follows me.

"Your tattoos. Did you ask for permission? And seeing as you aren't covering it means the headmaster is okay with it."

After I defeated George and the markings wouldn't fade like it normally do, I tried covering it with make up but it didn't work. And I can't be covering my whole body just because the stupid thing won't go away. I try my best to keep it covered though but I wasn't thinking about it when I opt for a t-shirt.

"He isn't but who gives a fuck anyway?" I stop in front of the physics lab begining the tour. Can't believe I'm doing this but the new guy looks like he is the perfect distraction I need.

I deliberately lied to him about the headmaster not being okay about the markings. This guy doesn't know anything about me and I don't want him to, telling him the headmaster doesn't mind my 'tattoo' might make me look like I'm getting special treatment. The headmaster doesn't treat me like he did other students. I know he favors me because of obvious reasons but I don't want a situation where I'll have more people gossiping about it. I don't care what other people think of me but I also don't want them to think he's playing favorite. Last semester when I moved into my new room, I was the only student living in the staff building, I didn't have a roommate and people talked about that shit even though I never acknowledged it, it still happened.

"Wow... I don't think I've ever heard anyone talk like you before." I'm not sure if he means it as a compliment or insult but I don't care anyway.

"You haven't been listening enough." I whisper and turn my heels.

I show him around the school and answers his questions. It's fun doing this because it shows that I belong here. I just hope I have a good junior year, last semester was a disaster and I know I haven't solved all of my problem but still, I want to enjoy this semester. I want to worry about things that aren't family or supernatural related.

"So... When did you start attending here?" He asks as we walk out of the cafeteria, the last place. The tour is over and he wants to continue with our conversation, which I have no problem with. He's done a great job distracting me, he can do more.

"Late last semester." I answer and that's how it is. He asks the question, I answer. I'm not looking to be friends with him, I just need to not be alone right now.

"A transferred student then. Where did you transfer from?"

All his questions feels like an interrogation and after my experience with Roman last semester, I don't think I want to let anyone in.

"What's the questions? The tour is over you can go to the headmaster office." I tell him, being careful not to be rude but it's me, being rude is like a second nature.

He shakes his head. "I don't want to go. I want to get to know you."

I stop walk and he does the same. I can't help but stare at him, his expression is sincere and it's not like looking at him will suddenly tell me if he's going to turn out to be part of the a secret organization working to take me down.

"Fine." I don't comment on his earlier words. I resume my walk. "I transferred from West High. You?"

"Concord Hills High. I've never heard of West High."

"Concord Hills High sounds fiction. What are you? A wizard?"

He nods. "Yep. Being a wizard my whole life."

"What coven do you belong to? And why are you just coming here?"

He takes a deep breath and dip his hands into his pocket, straighten his back. He answers, "the Gemini coven and I didn't need a special school for witches before."

"And you do now?" I ask, facing him to watch his expression as he answers. "Where is your better half? Or aren't Gemini supposed to be two?"

He nods. "Yeah. I had a twin sister. She died last year."

"I'm sorry."

He shrugs and scrunches his nose. "Nah, it's okay. It wasn't painful, if anything it was peaceful. You know us Gemini can't and shouldn't be able to do magic without the other half, but after she died I did magic. It shocked everyone more than it did when we found her dead and realized I wouldn't be able to do magic again, but I did it. It shouldn't be possible, especially when the magic is strong, stronger than when my sister and I did it. I can't control it, so my parents figured it would be best to come here."

This is one of the saddest thing I've heard this month. First, he lost his sister, his other half. I don't know much about Gemini witches but I know they don't have full hearts, they carry half of each other and that's why they can't do magic without each other. Second, he realized he can actually do magic without her. It sad because it's making him feel guilty. He doesn't have to say it, I can see the guilt written all over him.

"What about you? What have you been doing before realizing you need some schooling in supernatural?" He turns the table with me, not even giving me the opportunity to console him. I'm a stranger he met like thirty minutes ago, of course he doesn't want to be consoled by me.

"I didn't even know I had powers until six months ago. My parents–adopted parents thought this place is a reformed school for troubled teenagers and brought me in. It was after I got here that I realized that magic is real," I tell him, it's only fair that I give him the supposed story of my life instead of the real thing. He shared something about himself and it's normal for me to do the same.

"You didn't know? You never suspected a thing?" He asks, I guess he can't believe I've been so dumb not to recognize that I have powers. Something that's becoming a thing for me now, not suspecting anything until it becomes worse.

I shrug. "What can I say? I was too busy getting in trouble with the police to notice anything else." This is actually the first time I'm acknowledging that life out loud. I can't say I miss those days when I was going in and out of the police station but I miss the thrill. The good old days.

"Now that explains so many things." He chuckles in humor, I don't think he means it in a bad way.

I come to a stop in front my building and look at him. "This is where I say fuck off." I tell him in a not so playfully tone but he laughs anyway. He gets it.

"We aren't really done with the tour," he mentions and I cock my eyebrows. "You didn't show me the barn."

"You know about the barn?" Not many new student know about the barn.

"I know everywhere. I got here two weeks ago. The gemini witches Ariana and Brianna gave me the tour."

What the hell?

"You mean to tell me that I just spent the last hour wasting my time when I could be doing something meaningful?"

He raises his hands in surrender. "I'm sorry. I saw you and I wanted to spend time with you."

I close my eyes and take slow and steady breath. I should punch him but I won't. "Fuck you." I give him the finger and walk away.

"The name is Sinclair." He says behind him.

That makes me stop and turn back.

"Your name is Sinclair, as in your first name, not last?" I've never met anyone first named Sinclair.

He snaps his fingers before pointing his index at me. "You got me, my first is Caleb, Caleb Sinclair, you can call me Sinclair or Sin."

No fucking way.

"I think I'll stick to Caleb. My name is Cami."

"Nice to meet you, Cami."

Whatever.

"You too." I turn around and begin to walk the stone steps.

"See you around, Cami." He calls behind me.

"Bye now." I wave without looking at him and hear him chuckle.

I raise my head up and meet Damian's eyes. He's standing at top, he isn't looking at me but he seems to be glaring hard at something behind me. I follow his gaze to where Caleb is still standing, oblivious to what Damian is doing. He waves when he see me, I give him a fake smile and wave back. I face forward and lose smile.

I expect Damian to say something when I reach the top of the steps. Instead he descends, leaving me to wonder what the fuck just happened?

What's his problem?

I sigh.