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    “I know exactly who you are Amy.” He hissed at me. “And I’d appreciate it if you’d honor my wishes just this once.” The last part was so soft I couldn’t be sure that I heard it.
    I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell terrible obscenities at him. Who was this arrogant boy to tell me what to do? I didn’t ever remember meeting him at all. All my pent up frustration wanted to explode on something, anything.
    Just not him. I was too scared of what he would do or say to me to actually say anything. I put my head down in defeat.
    Without warning his head snapped toward the ocean. The strange beautiful eyes filled with alarm. That’s when I heard the ear splitting scream.
    “SOMEONE HELP MY LITTLE BOY! HE’S CAUGHT IN A CURRENT! OH GOD, HELP ME SOMEBODY!” I turned to look back at him, but he was gone. A streak darting toward the ocean. He launched himself into the water with a dive so graceful I half-expected the gawkers to give him a score.
    He slipped fluidly in the waves, glided between them, and then drifted under them. His legs moved so quickly they blurred into one. He never came up for air once. The beauty of his swim was unnerving; it was like the waves parted for him. Within seconds he was only a speck in the enormous ocean moving to a place only he knew.
    I looked around to see if anyone noticed what I had about him. No. Everyone else was gathered around the panic stricken mother, attempting to calm her shrieks, or shouting words of encouragement to her little boy. I was just happy they had stopped glaring at me. The only ones other than me not freaking out or trying to comfort the mother in some way were the other two lifeguards. Instead of getting things ready to help the little boy they stood there, their calm handsome faces turned towards me in what I could only guess was disgust.
    I rose awkwardly to my feet. I was torn: on one hand I wanted to run home and throw myself on my bed and pretend this morning never happened, but on the other I was outraged by what he said and I wanted to stay and tell him how I really felt. The whooping and cheering of the crowd confirmed that the little boy was pulled from the depth of the ocean. Apparently he was still breathing. The crowd was so thick it was impossible to see anything.
    The sunlight glinted off something dark at my feet. Hah! His sunglasses. I slipped them in my pocket when I was sure no one was looking. He’s going to have one miserable day in the Florida sun without these bad boys. I turned to look one last time at the other two lifeguards. They were gone. They disappeared without a sound. I smiled slightly to myself as I walked back to my car in a daze.
    I was craving the comfort of my car, but not the drive home that was unavoidable. I didn’t want to have to deal with my family and this all in the same day. I turned the music up so loud that I couldn’t think, without actually listening to it.
    “I hate this stupid city! I hate the people. I mean, what did I do to that guy?” I muttered angrily the whole way home. “‘Do you have me mistaken for someone else?’ Ugh! Could I have sounded any more like an idiot?” I went over the scenario in my head about ten different ways, each one enraging me more with every increasing second. I’m not at all sure how I arrived home in one piece, and there had been no wrecks on the road.
    I sat in my car for a few minutes trying to calm myself. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the black sunglasses. It seemed childish now to take them, but now there was no way to give them back. There was absolutely no possibility that I could go near the kid now. I opened and closed the sunglasses repeatedly, trying to think of some way to give them back. They had a designer label, something Italian that I would never have been able to pronounce. I took a quick glance around to see if anyone was watching. Of course I know it is silly of me, though I just can’t shake this feeling of being watched,