Sight UnseenChapter 2

The room was already quiet, waiting for the teacher. Jace’s shout made everyone jump and turn to look at him.

Chloe flinched, looking scared. Her eyes turned red as she dug a half-used pack of tissues out of her bag and threw it at him.

"You're crazy! Why are you yelling at me?"

Jace ignored her. He grabbed the tissues and thrust them toward me.

I didn't reach for them.

His hand hung awkwardly in the air.

"Take them. Use them," Jace said, his face pale, his tone laced with frustration.

I slowly looked up and met his eyes.

The moment Jace saw my golden pupil, he flinched like he’d been stung and jerked his head away, avoiding eye contact.

"Stop staring at me," he barked, trying to sound tough. "Just take the damn tissues."

It dawned on me then. After I took out my eye, Jace’s attitude had done a complete 180.

Looking at how awkward he was acting, a ridiculous thought crossed my mind.

"Is this... your way of apologizing?" I asked calmly.

Jace froze. His fingertips trembled slightly, betraying his panic.

"If accepting your tissues means I have to forgive you, then no thanks."

I stared at his furrowed brow. "I have no intention of accepting your apology. So please, take your stuff and stay away from me. Thanks."

Jace’s face dropped. He looked dark and stormy.

Seeing he couldn't talk me into it, he didn't explain. He just shoved the tissues into my desk drawer.

I immediately took them out and dropped them on the floor.

Jace silently picked them up and tried to hand them to me again.

Just then, the teacher walked in.

Chloe, watching this tug-of-war from the front row, looked like she was about to explode. Before the teacher reached the podium, she stood up and yanked Jace’s arm, dragging him to the back of the room.

"She doesn't want to talk to you. Why are you simping so hard?"

She pulled him away, deliberately bumping my desk hard as she passed.

I didn't look at them. I stared straight ahead.

Halfway through class, a loud, crisp slap echoed from the back row.

It sounded like someone had hit themselves—hard.

Heads turned. Even Chloe kept looking back at Jace, shocked. Every time she looked at him, she’d turn around and glare at me with pure venom.

Like I had committed some unforgivable crime.

I ignored them both.