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nowhere in sight thank heaven. Well,
I guess he’s not much of a stalker.
      I swing the
door open to my calculus class and the only seat left in the auditorium style
room is next to him. Of course this would be my luck. I sigh. He is humored I
think. His blue eyes stalk me all the way to my seat. I can’t help but notice
how his white button down shirt can barely contain his arms. Okay so he is
attractive, but it takes more than looks to make my head turn. However,
something about his face makes him seem trustworthy. The way he holds himself
with a dignified air is more mature than his fellow peers. Sitting this close
to him I can smell his appealing scent. He smells like warm chocolate chip
cookies mixed with something musky and sensual. It draws me closer to him, mm
delicious. What is that? In my daze I drop my pencil. He bends and retrieves it
for me with ease. His fingers graze over mine and the same sensation radiates
warmth within me yet again. I feel like I am in a dream and I don’t want to
wake up. Everything has slowed down and it’s just the two of us.   I am lost in his eyes, his perfect features. His
magnetic pull has me on the edge of my chair.
    “Thanks, I am sorry but do I know you?” I ask
pulling my hand away as I realize we are still touching, a second longer and I
fear I would have been in his lap.
    “In a way,” he states, giving nothing to mind. What
does that even mean?
    “What’s your name?” For some reason my question
comes out sounding more like an evil queen interrogating a known heretic. His
lip is pulled upward slightly– smirking at my lunacy, no doubt.
    “Elijah Morgan,” he whispers into my ear. I see the
class has begun and I am reminded that the world is still spinning. His velvety
voice repeats in my head… Elijah, I don’t know anyone
with that name. This seating feels like a movie theater, unfortunately the only
show now playing is- The Extreme Value Theorem. Starring our own older than Methuselah,
Mr. Yates, it’s not even in HD. I wish I could rest my head on Elijah’s broad
shoulders and ladle his scent into my nose. Brennen
get your head out of the clouds woman , my subconscious blast. Fine, I’ll do
calculus.
      I peek over
at his notes. He writes like no boy I’ve ever seen, each word is like a little
work of art. Hmm, you smell like cookies, you have excellent penmanship and the
body of a NFL player. The line from my favorite movie plays in my head. – “I
know what you are… Say it!” I stifle a giggle. He looks at me with his head
cocked to one side, wondering what’s wrong with me. I narrow my eyes in return.
It’s the first time I’ve laughed in months and it feels good.
    By the end of class my stomach is growling. Sitting
next to him has given me one hell of a craving for chocolate. I could easily
polish off a vat of Toll House morsels right now. Lucky for me, I get to go to
lunch. I make my way out the jam packed exit. Elijah is using the other one.
Maybe my stalker comment scared him off. I am still wondering where he knows me
from.
    In the cafeteria the only thing edible is the salad
bar. I take my rabbit food and buy a dark chocolate candy bar from the vending
machine. I sit in the grass under my favorite tree, alone in the courtyard,
warming myself in the sun.
    “Excuse me is this seat taken?” I hear a voice say.
I recognize Ft. Worth’s drawl without even seeing him. He is standing in front
of me blocking the sun like the glorious towering Virginia Pine he is.
    “Hey Sam, you’re always welcome under my tree,” my
mouth says, but my mind says -no, no, go away cute boy . Look away Brennen – look away!
    He eases down next to me stretching out those long
legs and crossing his boots. He takes a bite of his hamburger and nearly chokes
on it. His brows turn like he is in agony.
    “Yeah, I should have warned you the food here is
pretty terrible.” I feel sorry for him. My face contorts into a wince as if I
just ate the questionable meat