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distraction of the library will help ease my worries.
     
    As I walk down the stairs into the library, however, I find my body is suddenly moving on its own accord, pulling me forward. The hair on my neck and arms start to stand at attention, causing my heart to begin sprinting. No, not again. My eyes begin searching frantically around the library for the one and only cause of this inexplicable hysteria.
     
     
     
    Etash
     
    I know I’m a complete and utter loser to confess this: but I love libraries. The smell, the silence, and the piles of knowledge just waiting to be consumed. Reading gives me a rush that I've only ever felt when dancing.
     
    Exchanging polite nods with the library staff who have grown accustomed to my visits, I head straight to the directing section at the back. Because this is a Performance Arts school, the Direction selection is, understandably, immense. It’s my goal to read every single one before I graduate.
     
    I grab the next book in my queue, Direction for the Directionless, and flip open to the audition section. Since we’re holding auditions tonight, it seems like a good idea to brush up on some techniques, even if I won’t be the one leading them.
     
    As soon as I crack the book open, however, I'm transfixed. I shut my eyes tightly hoping to ignore it: the pull. It comes on so fast it causes me to jump and I end up tossing the book right out of my hands. I don’t hear it land, though, because all I can hear now is her. Her heart beating wildly, the soft moan that escapes her lips, her breath coming in rapid succession in time with my own.
     
    When I'm finally able to open my eyes again, she’s there, only a few feet away from me. Just the sight of her causes my body to lunge forward. I have to grab onto the bookcase to anchor myself in place.
     
    Her scent washes over me, lavender and mint. The cologne is still there but it doesn’t reek as strong today. His subtle scent still infuriates me.
     
    “ What are you doing to me?” I hiss at her, instantly regretting taking my hostility out on her.
     
     
     
    Naya
     
    What? He thinks I’m doing this to him ? He's the one messing with me! I try to open my mouth to defend myself, but my lips won't form the words. All I can do is stare. It's surreal, looking at him. It's as though I've been gazing into his eyes for all eternity.
     
    It's only when I feel a hand on my shoulder that I even blink.
     
    “ Naya?” Although I can't move my eyes to see her, I know that it's Kari, from acting class. I know it's rude not to answer her, but words are failing me.
     
    “ Are you two okay?” She asks, waving her hand in front of my eyes to get my attention. It is only an instant, but our gaze is interrupted by her hand, and it frees us both from our mutual spell.
     
    Etash takes a few shaky steps back, never once lifting his eyes off the floor. He grabs his bag and thunders out the door.
     
    “ Um, what the hell was that?” Kari asks, her expression mixed between worry and amusement.
     
    “ I...I don't know,” I stammer.
     
    “ Well whatever it was, it was smokin'!” She laughs, causing a librarian to shush us. Kari yanks me back onto one of the sofas in the corner.
     
    “ So, you and the kid with scar, huh?”
     
    My eyes bulge out of my head. “No. No, it's not like that. I have a boyfriend, “ I blurt out.
     
    “ Not for long you won't. Not with the way you two were looking at each other,” she grins smugly.
     
    “ What are you talking about? How was I looking at him?”
     
    “ Like you were about to rip his clothes off and throw him down to the floor! It was intense.”
     
    She waits for me to speak, but I can't. I can't even begin to register what she's just told me.
     
    Kari nudges my shoulder. “Looks like someone has fallen hard.”
     
    “ No,” I insist. “It's not like that.” She raises her eyebrows. “It's true! I don't even know him!”
     
    “ Didn't look that way to me.” She stands up and