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school. Blue eyes pool
under long black lashes, his short dark hair is shiny and soft looking. His
face is shadowed like he didn’t have time to shave this morning.
    “Hello, sorry but can I
borrow a pen? I must have dropped mine somewhere,” he says with a smile that belongs
in People magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive issue. My cheeks fill with a rush of
color again, without my permission. I fumble through my bag and hand him a pen.
Our fingers touch for the briefest of moments sending a wave of heat up my arm
and into my core. I rotate back around like a whip. What is going on with me? I
have never been affected by a boy before, much less two in the same day. Hormones! Dr. Drew chimes in my ear, geeze.
I gaze at the boy next to me to test if he has an unwarranted gravitational pull on me. Charlie acknowledges the gesture
and smiles up at me while he retrieves his spiral from his bag.
    “Hey Brennen,” His
smile holds a twinge of hope. I smile politely back feeling no blush or urge to
giggle stirring from within, thank God. Mr. Potter bustles through the door
carrying an arm load of newspapers. He passes out a N.Y Times to each of us.
    “Good morning class,
sorry I’m late. I trust you have behaved like the adults you are about to
become.” He has a no nonsense way about him, I like that. “Now then we’ll get
right to it. This is Government and there is no better way to learn the subject
than to be the subject. You are going to run a campaign, elect a head of state,
and run a country. For your assignment this week I want you each to prepare a
speech that would put you in the running for your nomination of President. You
should address at least three current issues our country faces. We will begin
hearing the speeches on Thursday. You may begin now.”
    Oh is that all, solve
the deficit by lunch? Maybe we could cure cancer by Monday.   Mr. Potter sits at his desk and unfolds his
newspaper, leaving us to fend for ourselves throughout the remainder of class.
This will be interesting, and I do enjoy a good challenge, American schools can
be so straight forward sometimes. I look around to gauge my opposition. Brice
Sanchez was the quarterback and very popular. Ed Nguyen was already the class
president and highly competitive. What he lacked in charm and charisma could only
be made worse by his snarky attacks on our western society.
    The guy behind me leans
forward and whispers in my ear, “I’ve got my money on you Hale.” His breath on
my neck sends shivers down my spine. I don’t dare turn around, my face is
scarlet red. How can he have this effect on me? And he knows my name, how? I
try and think of his, he looks so familiar, but for the life of me I can’t
place him and now it is bugging me.   I am
frozen in place the duration of class and when the bell rings it takes me a
minute to gather my bearings.
      In the hall a
hand is put on my shoulder, it’s him, I tense. He is easily six foot four and
even though I am five seven, I feel dwarfed next to him.
    “Here is your pen, thank you.” His voice is languid
and velvety smooth. I take the pen, giving him a curt nod as I turn back. He
glides up next to me and walks with me. Despite his size, he oozes grace. I hug
my books for moral support. Invisible
means no boys Brennen Elizabeth . Tell that to hunky what’s-his-name still
keeping my hurried pace.
    “Stalk much?” I ask. Rude, yes but I’ve got to get
rid of him somehow.
      He scoffs. He
holds his hands up like he means no harm. “Just going to class Brennen didn’t
know that was a crime.” I shake my head in disbelief and slip into the ladies
room. Take that stalker. I gaze into the mirror looking for the difference that
is gaining me all of this extra attention. I reapply my lip gloss and throw it
in my bag. I don’t see anything different this year at all. Maybe they’re the
ones who have changed. I fluff my waves with a shake of my fingers and head out
the door. The halls have thinned, and he is