Prophecy Girl by Melanie Matthews

crying and resumed their seats. The guys went back to their meals. The female cook went back to work, and the male cook hung up the phone. 
    “That’s it?” Eva asked.
    “Yeah, when it happens during class, we guys just sit and wait, out of courtesy, or whoever is crying leaves the room, and a few girls leave with her, to console her.”
    “Is there crying all time?”
    He shook his head. “Only the first and second years do most of that. The third and fourth years have learned to control it…mostly. It helps them to talk about it.” He nodded over to the girls, whispering to each other. 
    Some of the food trays had been spilled on the floor, and now the male cook, along with Colin Black, who she had met earlier, were cleaning it up. 
    “Hey, Lucas!” A guy shouted a guy from the other side of the room. “Brought the new girl?”
    Now all eyes were on her. Colin looked up momentarily, shook his head, and then went back to cleaning up the floor. Eva gave them all a little smile and a quick wave.
    One of the girls squealed and jumped off her chair. She was petite with her skirt falling below her knees; her curly red hair bounced as she did. A bit of freckles on her nose displayed an almost doll-like appearance. She had been one of those in mourning, but now ran to Eva with a big grin.   
    “I’m so glad you’re here.” She launched herself at Eva, holding her in a tight hug. 
    Eva looked down at the mop of red hair, buried in her chest. “Hey,” was all she could manage to say. 
    She was baffled at this unexpected greeting from someone who had been crying, with her green eyes a bit hidden from her puffy skin.
    The girl looked up at her. “I’m Meghan O’Shea, but you can call me ‘Meg.’ I’m a second year and we’re roommates!” 
    “Great,” Eva said, trying to act pleased. 
    Meg seemed very nice, but a little too nice and bubbly, especially since she had just seen an omen of death.
    Well, at least she wasn’t stuck-up.
    Another girl came forward, of average height, with chestnut brown hair, and brown eyes to match. She smiled too, but didn’t make an attempt to hug Eva. 
    “Hey, I’m Corrine Doyle, second year and also your roommate.”
    “Nice to meet you.” Eva shook her hand.
    Already, she had met two out of her three roommates, and even though Meg didn’t care about boundaries, like the other redhead she’d met, Liam, they were both very personable, and the kind of people Eva could be lifelong friends with. Corrine was also nice, but in a more subdued kind of way, like Finn. 
    Corrine and Meg each turned to Lucas and blushed. “Hey,” they said in unison.
    He gave them a sweet smile. “Hey.” He turned to Eva, lifted up her hand, and kissed it. “You’re going to love your new roommates.”
    The girls gasped, and then smiled. They didn’t seem jealous, but she would understand if they were. From her quick scan of the Leprechauns, Lucas was the hottest guy in the school. Devin was also hot, and if Green Clover Academy held a competition for “Sexiest Leprechaun,” he and Lucas would definitely tie. 
    But something was wrong with him. 
    Out of all her warm welcomes, he was cold, ignoring her enough to vanish. But she couldn’t get him out of her mind. Why did he leave? Why did she feel an urge to be with him? Why did she want kiss to him, as if they had been separated for years, and now had finally been reunited?
    “ Lucas, Lucas ,” sang a high-pitched voice.
    Another girl came forward. She was tall with blond hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. Like the rest of the girls, she wore a black skirt, but it came up mid-thigh, showing her long tan legs, and her white capped-sleeve shirt was very snug around her chest. Some of the girls wore their green caps, but not this one, and Eva imagined that she didn’t want to mess up her golden locks that were very similar to Lucas’. She was gorgeous just like him too, but with Tahitian blue eyes. They looked