Feira IndigoMature

I put my arm on Alexia's shoulder, leading her away from Rionight, who was clearly making her nervous.  'Are you alright?'  I say softly as we headed away from the dining hall.

'Yeah I think so,' Alexia said, a little stunned by what had happened.  'So that was Rionight.'

'Yeah,' Oliver said disdainfully.  'He thinks he's all that but really he's not the great guy he thinks he is.'  I knew Oliver wasn't Rionight's biggest fan, but I never knew quite how deep his dislike of him went, or if it was just a front.

'Feira Indigo.'  I turned at the sound of my name to find a teacher walking towards me.  'This has just arrived for you,' she said, handing me a letter.  I mumbled my thanks and she walked away.  I didn't open it, hiding it by my side.

'Aren't you going to open that?'  Alexia nodded at the letter.

'No,' I replied simply.

'Why not?  It could be important.'

'It isn't,' I said wishing they would change the subject.

'How do you know?'

'Because she can see through time, she already knows what's in the letter,' Oliver joked, sticking his tongue out at me.

'Very funny,' I laughed.  'It also has my mother's handwriting on it.'

'But surely you'll want to open that,' Alexia said, her face screwed up.

'No she won't,' Oliver said.  'She has parent issues.'  I leaned across Alexia to hit him but he dodged out of the way.  'You see, our good friend Feira here is one of the Indigo's.'

'What does that mean?'

'It means I have to be an overachiever,' I said, unable to keep the bitterness from my voice.  'If I'm not teaching a class by the end of this year, my mother will be severely disappointed.'  I looked over at Oliver and Alexia, a cold feeling seeping into my stomach.  I didn't like the way they were looking at each other, particularly Oliver.  I felt the bite of the green eyed monster and felt the sudden urge to run and hide so I could cry where no one would see me.  

Oliver and I had been friends for years, but I had always felt the need for something more.  I loved the way he made me feel special and how warm I felt when he was around.  But I would never act on it.  Surely it was better to have him as a friend than risk loosing him.

'Are you OK Alexia?'  I asked, successfully changing the subject.  'Do you want us to get some help for your wings?'

'I think that might be a good idea,' she said, and we led her off along the corridor.

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