Bad News

Waiting in the lobby chairs, I hear our teacher yelling through the door.  
"Should we come back?" I whisper to Liz.
She answers with a shrug, but I see uncertainty flick across her face.
I glance at the secretary across the room. What's making her so nervous? The entire room is filled with threads of annoyance and impatience, specifically coming through the closed door.
A boy shoves the door opens.
Lean. Tall. Dark hair. He’s wearing his uniform in a way that screams defiance. He's bad news.
But his eyes are the most stunning color of amethyst. I think I could actually be sucked into their depths if I'm not careful. I bite my lip to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor and avert my gaze. The space around this boy seems to have stifled into silence like we're holding our breaths. I'm holding my breath.
Then I realize that I don't feel anything from him. It’s like my Gift is ineffective to him or as if he just doesn’t feel.
Ignoring the reprimanding he's receiving behind him, I glance up and find him staring right at me. My cheeks warm as a chill runs up my spine from his piercing gaze.