messing up his hair with his hand. He had a thick black leather bracelet on his wrist—the very one I was always eyeing at the local Hot Topic store.
―Barely,‖ I said, laughing. ―I‘m Jade.‖ By instinct, I suppose, I stuck out my hand.
―Avan,‖ he said, shaking it.
I could never have prepared myself for what happened next. The instant our hands touched, an explosion of light blinded me. My hand tensed up so hard, my joints hurt. Through the dazzling brightness, I could see the charge in his blue eyes. The image before me changed into one of me floating in the sky, falling . . . until I reached him . I felt his hand go limp, and I instantly let go, realizing that I was holding my breath.
I took a deep breath, and the blazing light slowly dimmed. It took some time for my eyes to adjust, and a little bit longer for my heart to stop trying to jump out of my chest. After a first period that had proved to be anything but boring, the bell rang.
―That‘s quite a grip you‘ve got there, Jade,‖ Avan said, rubbing his hand in make-believe pain and smiling nervously as he got up.
―Y-yeah,‖ I stuttered. Trying to lighten the mood, I added, ―I work out—what can I say?‖
Had he felt it, too? Had he seen the bright light? I looked nervously at Claire, who had turned to face us. Her eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets.
What the hell had just happened?
Any trace of that girlish excitement was wiped away by what I can only call an instant transformation of my being. Avan got up and walked toward the door, melting into the eager, boisterousthrong of dismissed students. He was tall enough that I could see him out in the hall, making a quick study of his schedule before disappearing down the hall. It felt as though I sat still forever at my desk before I dared to sling my messenger bag over my head and look at Claire. Everything now felt normal; all systems seemed to be working fine. This heartened me. Claire looked at me and then to where Avan had disappeared.
―You have no idea what you‘ve just done,‖ she murmured.
To read more, please visit http://www.lucyswing.com to purchase a paperback, or find it in Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes and more.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lucy Swing lives in sunny Florida with her husband and two children.
She is a YA Paranormal/ Romance writer, who has just finished her first novel, "Feathermore‖ (to be released later this month) Bloody Valentine is also offered in "Death by Chocolate," an anthology consisting of 6 fantastic YA short stories with a chocolaty twist. The story in the anthology is shorter than this novella.
She is an absolute book hoarder and must always have a book at arms distance. Music is her muse, and there is always a soundtrack that plays along her life.
―Barely,‖ I said, laughing. ―I‘m Jade.‖ By instinct, I suppose, I stuck out my hand.
―Avan,‖ he said, shaking it.
I could never have prepared myself for what happened next. The instant our hands touched, an explosion of light blinded me. My hand tensed up so hard, my joints hurt. Through the dazzling brightness, I could see the charge in his blue eyes. The image before me changed into one of me floating in the sky, falling . . . until I reached him . I felt his hand go limp, and I instantly let go, realizing that I was holding my breath.
I took a deep breath, and the blazing light slowly dimmed. It took some time for my eyes to adjust, and a little bit longer for my heart to stop trying to jump out of my chest. After a first period that had proved to be anything but boring, the bell rang.
―That‘s quite a grip you‘ve got there, Jade,‖ Avan said, rubbing his hand in make-believe pain and smiling nervously as he got up.
―Y-yeah,‖ I stuttered. Trying to lighten the mood, I added, ―I work out—what can I say?‖
Had he felt it, too? Had he seen the bright light? I looked nervously at Claire, who had turned to face us. Her eyes looked ready to pop out of their sockets.
What the hell had just happened?
Any trace of that girlish excitement was wiped away by what I can only call an instant transformation of my being. Avan got up and walked toward the door, melting into the eager, boisterousthrong of dismissed students. He was tall enough that I could see him out in the hall, making a quick study of his schedule before disappearing down the hall. It felt as though I sat still forever at my desk before I dared to sling my messenger bag over my head and look at Claire. Everything now felt normal; all systems seemed to be working fine. This heartened me. Claire looked at me and then to where Avan had disappeared.
―You have no idea what you‘ve just done,‖ she murmured.
To read more, please visit http://www.lucyswing.com to purchase a paperback, or find it in Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes and more.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lucy Swing lives in sunny Florida with her husband and two children.
She is a YA Paranormal/ Romance writer, who has just finished her first novel, "Feathermore‖ (to be released later this month) Bloody Valentine is also offered in "Death by Chocolate," an anthology consisting of 6 fantastic YA short stories with a chocolaty twist. The story in the anthology is shorter than this novella.
She is an absolute book hoarder and must always have a book at arms distance. Music is her muse, and there is always a soundtrack that plays along her life.
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