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to mine. “We will definitely have to get to know each other,” he said, as he brushed back a loose piece of my hair, skimming my neck and shoulder as his fingers receded.
    Then he walked away without another word.
    I was left speechless. I mean, one minute, he looked at me as if I were a piece of candy he wanted to devour, and the next, he was walking away as if nothing ever happened, as if he merely stopped by to say ‘hi’ and nothing more.
    “ Nice!” Bailey exclaimed, clearly having witnessed the entire ordeal. I glanced across the dining hall and met eyes with several others, including Lacy, who did not look at all happy about the new boy’s move. Great , I thought. The last thing I felt like dealing with was the psycho mean girl Lacy became when anyone stepped in her way.
    Then I met eyes with Derrick. I squirmed in my seat under the scrutinizing look he gave me. What was his deal? Maybe he didn’t like his brother talking to me. Maybe I didn’t care. I raised my eyebrows in challenge to him, in a rare moment of bravado. He did nothing. He didn’t accept said challenge, he didn’t look away, he didn’t even change that incredulous expression. He just continued to stare, and my skin began to crawl. All courage gone, I left the cafeteria under the disguise of needing a restroom break.
    The new kid was a hot flirt, with an inclination toward me. His tag along twin brother was total creeper. Lovely.
    There was no such thing as privacy in a school like this. By the end of the day, I had heard rumors that I was going to Eric’s party with the new kid, making our first appearance in public as a couple. No matter how many times I smashed the rumor, it seemed to not only not go away, but return with a new element of surprise and scandal. That was Legare Prep.

Chapter 3
    I perch on a branch of the huge Oak tree outside her bedroom window, hidden by mossy foliage. I know I shouldn’t be here, but I can’t help myself, the same excuse I have given myself for thousands of years. If only she remembered like I do. Or better yet, if only I could forget like she does. Life wouldn’t be so lonely. Maybe I could be with another, no strings attached.
    Who am I kidding? She is and will always be the only one for me.
    Sometimes I think it’s better to have never loved at all, than to go through the constant hell of losing the one you love.
    She is writing in that journal again. She pours all her thoughts and feelings into a book, because she has no one left to confide in. Rose is a poor excuse for a parent. She buys her things and lets her do pretty much what she wants, although I wish she were stricter. A beautiful girl like Lily can get into a lot of trouble if she isn’t careful. And she is innocent. God help her, she hasn’t a bad bone in her body. But that can change. The world can change her.
    I wish I could touch her soft skin again, run my fingers through her blonde locks. I could be the man she needs, not just the man behind the scenes, pulling the strings. Those beautiful blue eyes that sparkle with life should be looking at me. And those lush, always slightly peach colored lips should be mine as well. Her features are perfect in this life, just as they originally were. Actually, she looks remarkably like her original self.
    Life after life I endure this labor of love, of keeping her safe, albeit a self-appointed labor. It can be a job of great reward, like when I see her smile or laugh, or it can be a job of great punishment, like when she lusts after another. I hate my job then.
    Tonight I’m left watching her sit next to the glow of a candle. Her hair is piled in a messy knot on top of her head, pieces falling randomly toward the open journal, as she bites her lower lip and writes.
    Some habits die hard. Like this irresistible signature tendency of hers when she is either thinking hard or embarrassed. I know her by her soul, but if not for that, I would know her by the way she blushes. She bites that plump