Allison Harper. The blonde and breathtakingly beautiful Allison Harper. She goes to my school. Hell, she’s in my grade. Of all people to be here, it was her. What exactly was she doing here? Panic coursed through my veins. Would she recognize me? Would she know the face beneath my mask? It was so rare that I was this close to another person while in my suit, and as I cautiously pulled my hand back from her mouth, her eyes searched mine. For just a second, I hoped she would see right through the mask, and the silence that had come over her made me wonder if she had.
“Onyx,” she finally breathed my name, answering all the questions that were spinning through my mind. She knows me as Onyx, because thats who I am. Or, at least, who I am right now. Quickly, I scanned the area around us to make
