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else, or did something more.
“Alex? Can I please come in?” Justin knocked on the door. I called for him to come in and he was sitting on my bed. “After a moment of shrieking I finally got the girls to settle down enough to tell me what happened today.”
I rolled my eyes, “gosh they are such girls. He is only a friend!”
“Good. That is what I was thinking, but I needed to hear that from you.” He patted my leg, “I don’t need to tell you the bird and the bees story again?”
“No, I already heard it one to many times.”
“I know you are eighty three years old, but you still have to mind and the hormones of a seventeen year old.”
“Thanks, really brother.”
“Anytime,” He got up from my bed and opened my door.
“Hey Justin?”
“Yes?”
“Can you do something for me?”
Chapter Four

“Hey beautiful,” James smiled up at me when I walked toward his desk.
“How much do you love me?” I playfully asked as I sat on top of his desk and swung my feet back and forth.
A trickle of sweat ran down his face and he nervously looked between me and his hands, “What are you talking about? Why would you ask that question?”
“Because now you are going to love me double of that,” I grabbed his hand and placed a set of keys on his palm. I smiled as his face showed confusion then shock.
“Did you just…. You bought…. Why?”
“Because I have a huge load of money and I didn’t really have a place to spend it,” I smiled and hoped off his desk. James gave me a bear hug and swung me around.
“Thank you.”
“Really it was no problem,” I felt the blood running under his arm. I grabbed it and ran my fingers over his veins. Last night, running after Taylor wasted my energy. I should have fed before going after her, but I thought I would at least get some blood from her. Right now Zila begged to get out. I shook my head and smiled up at James.
I dropped his arm and walked back to my desk. When the bell rung , everyone was already in their desk and we waited for Mr. Bounty. But instead a skinny, tall women came in She had blonde hair cropped just below her ears.
She tried meeting everyone’s eyes, but she looked my way, she cowered in fear. I gave her a slight smile and a nod, telling her I don’t mean to scare her. She visibility relaxed and started the lesson.
Half way through a knock came from the door and Casey walked in. He held a pink slip and started to talk to the sub. “Ms. Woods? You are needed at the front office.”
“Why?”
“It doesn’t say; just take your stuff with you.” I stuffed my notebook into my bag and snatched the pink slip from Casey. I marched outside the room.
“Why am I needed in the office?”
“You aren’t, I need to explain something to you.”
“I don’t want to hear anything from you,” I snapped and pluck the slip from his grasp. “This could come in good use.”
I walked down the hallway; everything felt all hot and sticky. I could hear Casey behind me, I could feel him there. The air around me slowly incased its self around my throat or at least it felt like that. Green spots were coming into my vision until everything was a green tint.
Not visibility showing I was weak; I walked outside and sucked in the fresh air. The scent of pine and… mint? I turned around and Casey has followed me outside. “Please let me explain.”
I sucked in some more fresh air, “Sure, but from way over there.” I sat on a bench and let my head fall into my hands. I couldn’t get a hold of myself. My hands were clammy and I couldn’t stop touching the ends of my hair.
Casey took a seat over there, “Well I guess I should start with lunch.” He nervously laughed, “I don’t care about the list at all. I hang out with the people I do because everyone else is afraid.”
“Then try not to be scary. If I was a normal person, I would coward in fear from you guys, just because everyone else,” I pushed back my hair to sit up straight. “This whole school follows everyone, if you just take your time to talk to a couple of people, then no one would be so afraid.”
I laughed at the thought of Casey going to the mall with a bunch of gamers. I looked up to him and smiled. “You’re really smart.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ve been told,” I let the silence wrap around use like a thin blanket, slowly getting thick. I pierced my eyes into his, urging them to hold. I let my eyes become a shade darker to frighten the poor boy. I haven’t liked how I feel around him.
I stared at the green around his eyes; the color was surreal. It absorbed you, letting it believe you could stay with it. Stay safe in the glints of his eyes. But then you realize that they are just eyes. I felt that away at least. I didn’t want to jump into the emerald liquid, I need too. I could feel it in my gut.
I shook my head, gave him a small smile and turned my head. I never turned my head away; I really didn’t like how weak I am. “The car?”
“I didn’t help them destroy his car,” he ran his hand through his hair. “I didn’t even know they were doing that.” He let his head fall forward; hiding behind his hair. “I was with you when it happened.”
“Really?” Warmth bubbled up in my stomach. I could feel the warmth crawl up my spine and into my chest. It felt like I was struck by a warm knife, slowly getting harder to breathe. I started to gag on my air. I laid down on the bench and let my head dangle off.
Casey crouched next to me with a pained expression on his face, “What is wrong?” He placed his hand on my back. The burn started to cool, but it wasn’t like I could grab his hand and hold it to my chest.
“It burns,” I croaked. A shiver ran down my back and Zila started to cry to be let out. She begged, she scratched, she growled. I would have, but the pain went to my head and I forgot how. I could feel the pain mashing around in my brain.
“Let me go get the nurse,” I grabbed his hand and pulled him back.
“You can’t,” I whispered. I looked up and our eyes locked. I could feel my soul jumping into his eyes, swimming around. The liquid washed over and cooled me. It took away the burn and replaced it with its own warmth. But this was nothing like the painful burn. It tickled my skin and let my skin buzz. “I should get going,” I pushed myself off the bench.
“Wait,” he grabbed my hand and spun me around. His hand sent little flecks of warmth up my arm. His cheeks turned a bright color as he looked at our hands clasped. He slowly let my hand go and I let it drop to my side. It didn’t feel right just dangling there. I wanted to reach out and grab his hand, but I decided against it. “I was thinking we could have lunch here.”
I looked around and noticed it was a garden. I was to light headed before to notice the sheer beauty of what was a foot in front of my eyes. Tulips and daisies. Roses and tiger lilies. I pushed past Casey and picked a lily. It was white and had a great fragrance. “Why are these here?”
“The school built it a year ago, for the students to come here in between classes, but no one ever does. It is too far away from the classes and no one cares for flowers when they could be fantasying about their crush.”
“But you still come over here?”
“I think I am the only one who does,” he walked to my side and touched the flower’s petal. “I am the only one who waters this place anymore.”
I stared at the side of his face; he was so in focus almost completely lost in thought. “I’ll stay,” I broke off the stem of the flower and placed it in my hair. “It could be fun.” I sat down on the bench and wrapped my arms around my knees.
“Really? I didn’t think you would,” he walked behind out a bush and pulled out a picnic basket, “but I was hopeful.”
“You planned this?” I smiled and shook my head. I think my cheeks were as red as the tomatoes and my pulse couldn’t get any faster. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and untucked it.
“Well I was planning that you were going to say no and I have to get on my knees and beg. I didn’t think you were going to cave in so easily. It was probably my looks that did the trick.”
I shoved him, “Or I felt sorry for you.”
“That is not a possibility, I have nothing to be sad about,” he leaned back and placed his arms behind his neck. He looked at me in the way that I felt like I was being examined. He saw my past and future. Knew exactly the sins I pull every day and the hell I raise inside people. He dissected me like a frog and threw away the scraps.
“You can honestly say that your life is heaven,” I pushed back my bangs. I turned away from him.
“Why, you can’t?”
“You could say that again,” I nervously laughed. “I’ve seen a lot and done some as well. If heaven does exist, you can see me on the other side of the gate.” I turned to him and smiled, “so what did you pack for lunch.”
“I was told that I am a horrible cook, by my mother, so I made us peanut butter and jelly. If you do not like that, I also made turkey with mayo,” He flashed shiny white teeth and I thought I saw a dimple.
Butterflies flutter around in my stomach; I grabbed the peanut butter and jelly and unwrapped the plastic wrappings. I could feel his eyes on me as I took a bite from my sandwich. “Wow, how do you mess up a sandwich?”
“I did not mess up,” he snatched it away from me and took a bite. His face changed from all smiling to almost puking. “How is it salty, I didn’t put any salt?” He threw away the sandwich and came back to sit next to me.
“You just suck at cooking,” I leaned my head