Jasmine stared at him as he adjusted his glasses, then walked away. Her eyes glinted with unease as she noticed his indifference.
Evans went to the parking lot and found Mr Charles talking on the phone. As he saw Evans, he made a gesture for him to come forward. Evans obeyed and waited till he was done talking to the receiver.
"Hi, Evans. How was the lecture today?" he asked as he slipped his phone into his trouser pocket.
"Fine, sir."
"Come on. Let's head home."
"I have a request, sir," Evans replied calmly. "I want to be dropped off at a repair shop that's near. My phone is broken, I'll board a bus home when I'm done."
Mr Charles nodded. "Noted... but I would like to ask you a very important question, Evans. Were you perhaps involved with Edward? Or do you know anything about the wreckage on the basketball court?"
Evans remained quiet. The strange girl had already assured him to keep calm, and Edward's parents would cover the cost. If he told Mr Charles that he was kidnapped and almost killed, he wouldn't believe him and even advise Jane to keep an eye on him.
"No. I don't know anything about it," Evans let out.
Mr Charles exhaled sharply. "I was worried for a moment. I know you and the other students must be wondering about what had happened to the court... it was just a natural occurrence." He paused, then continued. "The walls are weak... I have seen signs since last month, but it seems they have had enough of the vigorous training. Edward's parents are very kind supporters; they decided to fund the repair."
Evans scoffed silently.
Everyone was oblivious to the real truth.
If he had also been killed last night, nobody would have known the real cause.
They would all believe it's a 'natural occurrence'.
"That is great."
"Yes, it is. Just continue being a good boy to your mother. If Edward bothers you, let me know. I'll deal with him."
"As if," Evans muttered.
"Did you say something?"
Evans shook his head. "Not at all."
Not long after, the car rolled to a stop in front of a repair shop. Evans adjusted his glasses and then got out of the car.
"Thank you, Mr Charles."
"Take care, Evans, and don't take long. Don't keep your mom waiting," Mr Charles retorted, and Evans closed the door, then waited till he drove off.
He made his way into the shop and presented his phone to the repairman. He asked to wait, and he did. While the repairman worked on his phone, he brought out the notes he had jotted and studied them.
Suddenly, a strange sensation hit him as the door opened. He raised his gaze in that direction and saw a man in black leather pants and hoody. He had visible scars on his face, and his expression was grim.
Immediately their gazes met, Evans could see the evil gleaming in his eyes. He quickly turned his gaze to his note while the man walked up to the repairman.
He must be a customer, Evans thought.
After discussing with the repairman, the man sat opposite Evans. The chills that ran down his spine did not go, but he remained focused, adjusting his glasses and then tracing his finger on the page before him. He could feel the man's gaze fixed on him, but he ignored it.
If something bad were to happen, his vision would have alerted him.
Within moments, the repairman notified him that he was done. Evans examined his phone carefully, then paid the man. He packed his books into his bag and slid his phone into his trouser, then walked out of the shop.
The evening air brushed against Evans's skin as he paused, his eyes scanning the road. He adjusted his glasses and then headed to the bus stop. The footsteps behind him were enough to tell him the man was following him very quietly.
Evans remained calm; he knew panic would not help him. As he got to the bus stop, he saw people waiting. Some were glancing at their wrist watches, while others were looking at the road.
A second later, a bus screeched to a stop in front of them. Evans quickly made his way inside as the doors opened. Others didn't rush; they all entered calmly, and then the door closed. Evans sat beside the window, and then his gaze met the gaze of the man with scars.
His footsteps were heavy and his expression menacing. Evans knew at that moment that it was not a coincidence.
The man was following him, but his vision had not been triggered.
Why is that? Has he lost his ability?
He swallowed the lump in his throat as the man gripped the overhead rail with one of his hands. It was very obvious that the man was keeping an eye on him.
The bus moved but suddenly jerked forward. Traffic. People in the bus chatted lively, while a baby was crying on the other hand. Evans was uncomfortable... Could it be because Edward and his grouphsd beaten him up that's why he can't see anymore?
He closed his eyes and opened them, but there was nothing. His fingers tightened as he shifted in his seat. Whatever that wants to happen was not immediate? But there is a certainty that something would happen.
He scanned his surroundings sharply. If his vision could not help for now, he'd help himself. The passengers looked normal, people were talking while some kept to themselves. One of the passengers was a mother who carried her crying baby. The bus moved almost immediately, and Evand shifted his gaze to the window.
He was probably overthinking it.
The driver shouted to stop, and a few of the passengers had started alighting.
The bus slowed at the next stop, but the man did not get off. Evans summoned courage and turned his gaze to the man. Their gazes met, and tension coiled inside Evans. The cold gleam in his eyes and wry smirk on his lips told Evans everything.
He was dangerous... especially that deadly look in his eyes.
"What do you want?" Evans inquired calmly, even though his heartbeat had quickened.
He smiled wryly. "You."