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The rest of the day passed much like my first hour. Conner had the same schedule as me and, considering the fact that I prefer to sit alone at a table while everyone else is paired up, the teachers sent him to come and sit with me in every single class. And every class I would only allow myself one look at him. His features, his voice, his eyes all scared me to an irrational digree, but it was a precaution I took only so I wouldn't scare myself with horrible flashes from my nightmares.

Though, even with my obvious dejection, Conner was extremely polite to me. Whenever he took his seat next to me, he would smile at me to lift me out of my trance as I stare blankly out the window. But, only allowing myself one look, I only looked up breifly to smile wirily at him before turning back to the window.

I would see, out of the corner of my eye, his face droop, disappointed and confused. The rest of the hour he would just stare at me, like in first hour, with a strange combination of pain and curiousity twisting around in his eyes.

All day I felt the same confusing emotions flow through me as my mind wandered from Conner to my nightmare. I'm being stupid, I had told myself. They can't have anything to do with eachother. I'm scaring myself over nothing. But no matter what conclusions came to mind, the obvious connection between the two was hanging over my head.

When the final bell rang, I was up and out the door before anyone else so I could escape Conner's studious gaze. I felt his eyes on me as I made my way to the door. When I reached my locker I exhaled sharply. How long had I been holding that breath? All hour? All day? I wasn't sure but it felt good. Not having to worry about his eyes being on me. Not feeling the terror. Not feeling the unbearable torment of his perfection. Not feeling the confusion. The confusion of the connection between him and my dream. The confusion of why he was so curious about me; why he stared. The confusion of how I felt when he stared at me....

But none of that mattered once I pushed open the heavy metal doors in the front of the building. I took a deep breath and filled every empty space in my lungs with the thick, moist air. There was murky mist and fog collecting close to the gound. I heard the heavy drops of water splat agaist the concrete, the grass and the metal frames of the cars in the parking lot. It was raining.

I turned my face up to the clouds, smiling as the little droplets splashed against my face. I stood there for a few minutes, soaking in all the little rain drops that always made me so happy, until people started to exit the school. I recived quite a couple giggles and rude glares as students passed me. What had I ever done to them to make them all hate me so much?

I quickly dropped my head, my face flushed, and walked toward the curb. I waited there as I searched in my bag for a jacket. I may love the rain, but I was starting to shiver, my t-shirt and hair completely drenched. I felt like a wet dog.

I sighed, my body tremoring, when I saw that I hadn't been smart enough to bring it in the hurry I was in this morning. I was about to step off the curb and begin my freezing walk home when an icy hand caught my wrist and gentally spun me around.

***[i have been writing the chapters at school and then typing them when i get home and this is all i could get done today. sorry, i'm working on 4 right now! i hope you like this one. comment+rate]***