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smiles, acts all friendly, like he’s oblivious that I’m suddenly a shivering wreck. “You Lexi Woodland?”
    “Yeah, I’m Lexi .” I squint up into his disturbingly familiar face. Where do I know him from? Someplace spooky, that’s all I know. “Who are you?”
    Okay, something about the guy terrifies me. I’m not sure what it is though. He’s good-looking, big with jet-black hair. But something about his eyes, his grin, they make me sense I’ve seen him before. My head is reeling though. I can’t make myself focus on where or when. Still, I’m certain this isn’t our first encounter.
      “I’m Jeremy Michaels,” he says, and even his name sounds familiar. “I’m your new locker partner.”
    “Locker partner?”
    I repeat the phrase as though it’s foreign to me, but it’s not. I’d been assigned to share lockers with a girl back in the eighth grade. But I’m a junior now. Juniors don’t have to share lockers. Still, that’s not what has me so on edge. It’s the guy. There’s something about him. Something I should know, but can’t make myself remember.
    Jeremy brushes the bangs out of his eyes, watching me, in part like I’m a fascinating science project, like I belong in a test tube. But that’s not the only way. He keeps eyeing me up and down, flicking quick looks to parts of my body, then back up to my eyes, like I’m a piece of candy and he’s really, really hungry. Like it’s taking great effort for him not to pounce.
    But he goes on talking as though he’s an ordinary guy and we’re having an ordinary conversation. “Yeah, sorry.” He brushes at his bangs again. “The lady at the office, she said there’s not enough lockers—a shortage or something. She said to share with you.”
    “Me? Why me?”
    Jeremy shrugs. He’s obviously trying to appear casual, but his eyes are still on me, looking ravenous. He moves in close. “You’re just lucky, I guess.”
    My stomach flutters. Flutters! Um, whoa. What the …?
    Hello, I’m confused. Very, very confused. I mean, I’m still terrified, totally, but I’m also kind of (gasp!) attracted to him. A little bit. It’s just, he’s so close, and talking so seductive and intense and looking into my eyes as he’s murmuring in my ear. Plus, for some reason, I’m suddenly totally, totally aware he’s super hot. I mean, I noticed before, kind of, but I was more keen to being terrified of him; his hotness didn’t really register. Until now. But now, it’s registering, big time.
    I gulp, trying to get my hormones in check. I mean, Wake up! The guy is scary. He is. I know he is. Only, why? How?
    Where do I know him from?
    Where do I know him from?
    WHERE do I know him from?
    The question keeps rolling around in my head, but it’s no use. I can’t think. My brain is like oatmeal, all mushy and thick and useless.
    Shaking, I take a step away from him.
    Jeremy simply gazes, drinking in my every move.
    Where do I know him from? Where? Where? WHERE?
    He wets his lips, eyeing the space between us, then flicks his gaze back up to me, staring into my eyes as though he’s trying to tell me something, but whatever it is, I’m not getting it, unless it’s: “I want to freak you out, big time.”
    Finally, his gaze relents a little. “The lady at the office, she said you were in a coma. Feeling better?”
    Feeling better? I feel chilled. I feel as if a person were to touch me I’d crumble into a thousand pieces. But gazing at him, I get the feeling he already knows. He’s messing with me.
    Jeremy wets his lips again. “You look better.”
    My heart stops. “What?”
    His transparent eyes stare into mine. “I like the sun in your hair. It shines.”
    He reaches towards my hair, like he’s going to touch it, gentle, like a caress. Ack ! I jump away from him as though his hands are on fire. “Who are you?”
    The bell rings and he gives me a sad smile. The way he does it, so full of longing, hurls me into an attack of violent shivers.