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He wasn't the man in my dream. I was sure of that. But how could this boy and my worst nightmare be so similar? It was just a dream, after all. And I was sure I'd never seen this boy in my life; I would've remember that. So how could I conjure up something so tarrifyingly beautiful and then see it in really life?

I was so lost in thought that I hadn't realized I was still staring at him, and that he was staring back at me. My heart rate excelerated when I met his intense violet eyes. I was locked in his gaze and I couldn't break away. He just stared back with curiousity. It seemed like our eyes were locked for much longer than only a few seconds before he looked away, releasing me, and turned toward the teacher. I dropped my head, still peeking at him through my curtin of hair.

"Ah, yes. I almost forgot," said Mr. Johnson, smiling warmly at the beautiful boy. "Class, we have a new student with us. Mr. Conner Marshall."

Conner looked back at the class and smiled widly at everyone. His smile knocked the air out of my lungs. For a moment, I couldn't even breathe. I just stared, still sheilded behind my hair. His smile was beautiful. I could tell every girl in the room was reacting the same way as I was. I heard the girl infront of me catch her breath as her eyes swept over Conner's face and body. The girl at the table to my right was doing the same.

"You can go take the empty seat in the back of the room, Conner," Mr. Johnson told him, turning back to the dry erase board. I looked down my row and realized that the only empty seat in the room was at my table, next to me. My heart thumped loudly in my chest as he approched my table. So many emotions flowed through me at once: Terror, Admiration, Embarassment, Thrilling happiness.

I wasn't sure what to think. So I just dropped my head again, afraid to look at him as he sat next to me, placing his books on the desk. I stared down at the book list we'd just been given, reading the titles over and over again, trying to ignore the fact that he was staring at me.

I couldn't help it. I looked up, unable to ignore his piercing violet eyes tracing over my face, confused and curious. When I met his eyes a wide, friendly grin stretched acrossed his face.

"Hello," he greeted so quietly I could barely hear how alluring his voice was. The was an unintentional hint of seduction in his tone that I figured was natural to his voice. "I'm Conner," he continued, still grinning widly at me.

My breath caught in my throught. I tried to breathe deeply. "I'm Jamie," I muttered, almost inaudibly. He seemed to hear me. "Nice to meet you, Jamie." I flinched when he said my name. My thoughts automatically switched back to my nightmares.

His grin faded; he suddenly looked concerned. "Are you alright?" he asked, his musical voice saturated with worry. I shook my head. "Its nothing," I muttered, turning my head toward the window.

He gave up trying to talk to me after that. I tried to keep my eyes on the window the rest of the hour. I couldn't help but peek at him from the corner of my eye, though. Almost everytime I looked at him, he was studying my face, curiousity still present in his eyes. But there was more there. Pain maybe?

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