Ethon (The Other Worlds Series Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

She decided she didn’t care to find out. Slipping her textbook into her backpack, she stood. “I guess I’ll see you later.”
    Nice try. He was internally laughing at her as he jumped up to block her path. He believed that his attention was making her feel uncomfortable, mistaking her averseness for being shy with attractive men. “Why are you wanting to run away from me?”
    She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. He shouldn’t flatter himself. Classic good looks were not something that weakened her. She grunted, “That was me trying to politely tell you to get lost.”
    Her response surprised and amused him. He was grinning again. “Why do you want to be alone?”
    “Look,” she sighed and for once said what she was thinking, “I don’t know you. I don’t really care to get to know you. How about I just see you in class?”
    As she turned to go, Porter moved with her, prohibiting her from getting far. “You’re such a mystery. Makes me wonder what you’re hiding.”
    Mystery? Really? Where did he get that line? He seriously needed to get out of her way. Her resolution to not use her gifts in front of Ethons thinned when she became irritated. “I’m not interested in being your friend.”
    I know what you’re hiding.
    Olinia sincerely doubted that. She let out a short laugh. The odds of him discovering her past were not in his favor, unless he already categorized her with aliens. In that case, he wasn’t too far off.
    He frowned. “What’s so funny?”
    “Nothing,” she lied. “I’m gonna go now.”
    She managed to slide around him and take a few steps before he called out, “You may think you’re the only one like you, but you’re not.”
    “What?” She turned.
    Porter closed the gap between them. “You’re different, Olinia. I can tell.”
    “Different from whom?” She retorted.
    “Than most people you meet,” he answered. His thoughts flickered between images of her in class and throughout campus. She inwardly gagged at the detail. He was on the verge of stalking her with how much he followed her around.
    She bit at the inside of her lip. “Remember how you read where a person is from has an impact on them. Well, I’m not so different than those of where I’m from.”
    “That’s hard to imagine.” His mind drifted to how soft her skin looked. He wanted to touch her again, like how he’d brushed her hand before.
    Olinia released her breath in a rush. It was time to go. She nodded her head once. “See you in a little bit, Porter.” With that, she left him behind to stare after her.
     
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    It was not even two months into the school year and Legann was already anticipating the next holiday. He was once again bored out of his mind in English. He still strongly believed the class was a waste of his time.
    The teacher, Mrs. Amellia Haglund, was up at the front of the room reviewing her favorite collection of poems. She was a short, round woman with long, frizzy brown hair. A pair of reading glasses dangled around her neck by a bright red cord and her eyebrows were in need of some help. Despite her odd complexion though, Legann did like her. Unlike some of her colleagues, she actually cared for the education and wellbeing of her students. She was a kind woman with an easy smile. It was just too bad that she taught English.
    Legann glanced down at the notebook sitting on his desk and began to doodle on the top page. Before coming to Ethon, he had only used paper for learning how to read and write. Raised in a poor village under Kendren rule, there had not been an abundant supply of writing materials. Paper was a commodity that was not to be wasted on such things as art.
    When he entered Ethon though, Legann was given as much paper as he wished. He began to draw and soon discovered he wasn’t half bad at it. It was soothing to him to recreate images from his realm and memory. Over the past few months, he had progressed in his drawing to the point of notice