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tomorrow to discuss them.”
   Cassie’s hands clenched as she tried hard to keep a tight hold on her patience . Marcy meant well, but sometimes her OCD was enough to drive a saint to murder , and Cassie was far from a saint. She glanced at Melissa again, silently pleading for some sort of reprieve, but it came in the form of Chris as he dumped their food on the table.
       “Hey Marcy,” he muttered absently , his mind on the food he was rapidly dolling out.
       Marcy’s pretty face flooded with color as she ducked her head shyly . Cassie lifted an eyebrow , she turn ed to Melissa who grinn ed brightly back at her. “Well… I uh… I have to go, but I’ll talk to you tomorrow, ok Cass?” Marcy stammered out.
       “ Of course ,” Cassie replied happily, glad to be free of the girl and amused by her obvious crush on Chris .
       Marcy made a hasty retreat back to the table of girls she had been sitting with. Cassie turned eagerly back to Chris. He looked as if he was trying to solve the problems of the world , his eye brow s drawn tight ly together in concentration. His attention was focused upon the s hakes as he lifted the lid on one before plopping it down in front of her. 
       “I think someone has a crush on you,” she teased lightly.
       “Huh, what?” H e glanced up , a handful of fries, her fries, already halfway to his mouth. Before he could eat them all , Cassie surreptitiously slid he r plate away from him as he scanned the dwindling crowd. “Who?” he demanded.
       “Marcy.” Chris’s frown deepened as he looked toward the girl who was determinedly not looking their way again. “S hort brunette just speaking to me,” Cassie reminded him.
       Chris snap ped out of his food trance as he grinned down at her. “No way, Marcy’s to prim and proper, likes the more refined guys.”
       “Well you are definitely not refined, but she does have a crush on you,” Melissa ins isted .
       “Why , did you see something in my future ?” he asked eagerly.
       Melissa rolled her eyes as she shook her head. “I am not your crystal ball Chris.”
       He rolled his eyes at her as he propped his leg on the bench . S triking a pose , he rested his arm on his leg , and gaze d intent at Marcy . “Very sexy with the mouthful of fries,” Cassie teased .
       “You know it. ” He flashed a bright grin as he popped more fries in his mouth and suck ed noisily on his shake.
   “Don’t you think she’s a little much?”
       His blue eyes twinkl ed merrily as he shook back his disheveled hair . “I’m a teenage boy Cassandra, there is no such thing as a little m uch to me. All girls are acceptable. ”
       “Ugh!” Melissa and Cassie both groaned as Cassie threw a fry at him.
       He dodged it easily, catching it before it hit the ground a n d popping it in to his mouth. “You’re gross,” she told him laughingly .
       “But you love me.”
       She couldn’t argue with that. T urn ing away from him, she focus ed her attention on her greasy fries, and delicious shake. Cassie glanced across the table ; Melissa had a distant look on her face as she poked absently at a cucumber. To any passer s by it simply appeared as if Melissa w as n ’ t hungry , but Cassie knew that Melissa’s concentration was actually fixed upon some thing that no one else c ould see.
       This was not one of her fleeting glimpse s of the future either , but a full premonition of something to come. It was one of the premonitions that took Melissa over, and h e ld her hostage until it w as done . A chill ran down Cassie’s spine, s he hated these moments. They always left Melissa drained , and with an old, knowing look in her eyes that w ent far past her s eventeen years.   
       Chris leaned slightly forward, his handful of french-fries forgotten as he studied Melissa intently , worry etch ed his brow . Melissa shook her head, she br o k e free of the claws hooked into her as her onyx