Classes went by without much incident.
My eyes were back to normal, and according to Jenny and Regina, I was no longer throwing off 'fuck me' energy, but I still commanded attention when I walked into the class.
For one, Professor Halven had stopped mid-sentence and stared at me for all of two minutes. Then he went red-faced, having forgotten what he was supposed to be teaching.
It was so bad, he didn't even reprimand me for coming in late.
Some guy I didn't recognize tripped over himself to pull out a seat for me.
Cole bore a hole through the back of my head throughout the entirety of the classes we shared together. He wasn't paying any attention to Lana, and his stare felt like a scalding burn to my cheek every time a guy slipped a note into my locker.
Though, I find that I am strangely unaffected by him. From time to time, I feel a tingle of awareness in my chest recognizing him, but it is almost… insignificant.
