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• Chapter 4--
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• “But what’s strange is—I can’t figure out what you’re thinking.” He pursed his lips out, and rested his chin in his palm.
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• I glared at him as he glared back at me, but I couldn’t do it. I tore my eyes away from his too-gorgeous face before I blurted something out to him that might be inappropriate.
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• “Tell me.” he demanded lightly.
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• “I want to quit school, that way I can focus on my magic more! And so you won’t have to worry about me falling behind on schedule!” I blurted. I saw a muscle in his jaw tighten and the skin over his knuckles whiten from being stretched.
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• “I won’t allow it.” He said sternly.
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• “The last time I checked, you don’t make decisions for me! Besides, I’m doing this for you!”
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• “That doesn’t matter. You need your education, because once I leave, you’ll be off to college.” Eros explained, closing his eyes.
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• “But Eros--”
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• “But nothing. You’re going to school regardless of the lacking magic lessons of yours. Now hurry up and get your stuff together—school starts in 10 minutes.” He directed, and picked up my untouched plate, disappearing into the kitchen.
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• ‘What the hell?’ I thought angrily. I stormed to my room, flung my backpack over my shoulder, put black flip-flops on, and stared out the window, waiting for my ride to East Bay High. The fact that I didn’t have a car was all his doing, and now was one of those times that I despised him greatly. As far as I could tell, my cheeks were flushed when he passed my room without a sign of recognition and went out the front door to his silver Mustang. He clicked the button to open the doors for himself.
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• “Jamie! Would you hurry up?! School starts in 9 minutes!” Miranda, my younger best friend called from the driveway. I quickly grabbed my favorite black hair band and rushed down the stairs and out the front door. I followed her into her yellow Jeep and waited until she revved the car up.
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• “What took you so long?” she asked fixing her make-up in her compact mirror.
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• “Over-slept.” I simply replied.
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• “That’s a great first impression!” Miranda cried snapping her mirror shut.
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• I ignored her and focused on the road leading to the school. Pulling up to East Bay High, I prepped a pair of white sunglasses in my brown hair and checked to make sure my eyeliner wasn’t smudged. By the time I hopped out of the car, Miranda was already reminiscing with her girlfriends about some conversation she had with a boy.
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• Yawning, I ran my fingers through my hair and trudged to the front doors. I had asked a favor of Eros—let Miranda drive me to school so it wouldn’t look like we were together—it hurt when he agree to it without hesitation. His roaring Mustang caught much of the females’ attention—big surprise—and he hurriedly ran to my side like a lost dog. East Bay High was a pretty decent school; mind its ginormous size...
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• Most of the kids had already been assigned their schedule and were readying their light blue lockers for the year ahead of them. A couple girls exited the office, and paused when they saw Eros—or should I saw Sean? When I growled inwardly, they anxiously scampered off with flushed faces. This always happened when I was in public with him. I should be used to it by now, but the fact that the people in public were never gonna see me again and the people at school would got to me. All I know is: they better keep their grimy hands and eyes off of him! I had enough trouble as it is keeping him by my side.
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• I heard Eros groan uneasily, but I paid no mind to it and continued heading to the office. A short, fading red-haired lady was handing a salmon—colored slip of paper with the numbers 1-8 identifying the teacher, room or portable, and whether it was I.B. or A.P. I was next in line.
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• “Name?” she asked without looking up.
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• “J-Jamie Sauerwine (that’s one of my guy friend’s last name at my school. Pronounced-sour wine.)” I stuttered. Eros snickered quietly behind me.
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• “Here’s your schedule. Your locker number is 488.” She directed handing me the same sheet from before. I took it from her, said ‘thanks’, and fast-walked out the small room with Eros in tow. He was a good foot and a ½ behind me, although I wouldn’t mind him being a little bit closer now that a bunch of wild, hormone-teasing, boys were staring me down. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nervously glanced over my shoulder to see Eros in horrible shape. His blue eyes were slightly narrowed, lips in a firm line, and his hands clenched. He was avoiding all eye contact with anybody—including me.