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I dreamed about that night.

Chapter 3
    “What a crazy night that was last
night, right?” Mel chatted on our way to second period -
Spanish.
    “Yea.” My thoughts immediately went to
Kellan. He’d officially taken over my focus from the moment I woke
up. I felt guilty with Mike because another man occupied my mind as
we kissed that morning. I couldn’t shake this mysterious stranger.
He was taking over my sanity.
    “I wonder if Kellan will talk to us
today now that the ice has been broken,” I pondered absently. I was
silent in my wonder, but loud enough for her to hear.
    “Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you,” Mel
sang reading between the lines of my comment.
    “Oh stop,” I rolled my eyes hoping to
discourage her.
    I secretly was hoping he would talk to
us again though. He had this lure about him that was unavoidable. I
longed for his masculine arms to embrace me and never let go, and I
desired the touch of his soft supple lips with their faultless pout
in a way that was certainly criminal. I hadn’t craved the touch of
a male in, well, never to this degree. The alienation of the guys
around me had left me sexually dull and lust-less until Mike
stepped in, and, regardless of what any adult says or believes,
teens have desires that cannot be subdued or redirected with
education. Puberty and peer pressure are only part of it. Given my
appearance though, and my label as an outcast, I hadn’t acted on
anything; I submerged it deep inside. The most Mike and I had done
was kiss. We hadn’t even progressed to groping while
kissing.
    As we walked through the door, I
instantly scanned the room for him, but he wasn’t there. Amazing
how a night of clambering over a person could make you recall the
tiny details overlooked every day. I would be lying if I said my
heart didn’t sink slightly at this realization.
    Immediately guilt overtook me again.
Mike was wonderful with me and treated me like a princess. He
didn’t deserve the betrayal I felt I was giving him in some way,
though I’d barely spoken to Kellan. I couldn’t help the instinctive
attraction I had to him though. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to
him. I had yet to decide if this was simply a lust lorded symptom
or if there could possibly be more to him, but I knew I couldn’t
pursue it without hurting Mike in the process.
    Mel resumed the conversation as we sat
down. “I kind of hope he doesn’t. I got this weird vibe from him.
Something is definitely off about him.”
    “I didn’t sense anything off or weird
with him. I found him rather nice.”
    “O.M.G. You so like him!” Mel yelled
way too loud in the confined space of the room. She grinned wide
before continuing, “I’m right aren’t I? You like him!”
    “Shh! Lower your voice!” I
demanded in a low hiss. “Even if I do, which I don’t , but if I did I wouldn’t
want the whole world to know about it. Plus, I already have a
boyfriend, remember?” I fumbled with my defense. Mel knew me better
than anyone and had already clued in on my new interest
though.
    “Ok,” she smiled smugly. The final
bell rang and we settled into our seats.
    “Buenos dias class,” Mrs. Watson
greeted us.
    “Senor Bancroft, how nice of you to
join us. Sientate, por favor,” she stated to Kellan as he rushed
through the door. He was rushing but didn’t appear
winded.
    Mrs. Watson immediately began babbling
on in Spanish about the proper use of verbs and adverbs in advanced
sentence structuring. This lesson was nothing new for me since I
lived in Spain for two years as a child.
    My parents weren’t expecting me so
soon after marriage. They had planned to travel for the first few
years. My mother decided that my arrival shouldn’t stop them. So
the first three years of my life were spent traveling.
    We went everywhere from England to
Chile to Russia. Australia was my dad’s favorite but my mother fell
in love with the quaint seaside area of Basque, Spain, and that’s
where I spent the next two years of my