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seemed to enjoy it.
    When the bell rang and we stood to head to the next class, Eran turned to me. “You know, I’ve missed this,” he said simply. He then picked up my book bag for me and we headed for the door. I felt Ms. Beedingwigg’s eyes on us and a quick look back confirmed it. She tilted her chin up as a quick nod to me and then returned to her syllabus.
    Eran escorted me to my next class, as I knew he would. He was going to keep me in his sights as long as he could. But along the way, his mood changed to serious.
    “Was anyone in the last class a-” he paused and realized he couldn’t be as open as he’d like while in the middle of a busy hallway. “Did anyone draw your attention?”
    I knew what he was asking, “No, no one to be concerned about.”
    “Good…” he said thoughtfully. He relaxed for a moment and I thought he may be suspecting Marco lied after all. Then his defenses rose again. “If you do suspect or encounter trouble, I’ll know it and I’ll be right at your side.”
    I smiled at him. “You don’t have to tell me.”
    Eran had an uncanny way of knowing what I was feeling and in turn I could often feel his reactions in me. We knew when each other was nervous, excited, or sad. I had never been able to explain it other than to assume it came from lifetimes of knowing each other. Amusingly, I’d seen this sometimes in others when people have met and share an instant connection with one another and I often wonder whether they knew each other in past lives as well.
    I then added teasingly, “I know what you are capable of…”
    He gave me his trademark arrogant smirk and replied, “You haven’t seen anything yet.” There was a glimmer in his eyes that told me that I hadn’t and I had to calm my stomach from its flip flops. In truth, I wasn’t sure I wanted to ever learn what he was referring to; knowing he only used his exceptional abilities when they were needed to defend. If he were to use them, it would require a scenario in which fighting was involved and that I never wished to see. “We’re here,” he pointed out.
    I noticed the sign over the door reading Calculus II and said slightly disappointed, “Yes, we are.” I wanted more time with him.
    “Don’t worry, Magdalene. You’ve lived your youth without me. You can make it through another hour.”
    But that was before I knew you existed, I thought, watching him turn and head towards his next class.
    He peeked over his shoulder, saw me still standing in the doorway, and shooed me to enter.
    This was the routine for the next few classes. Eran would meet me outside the door, escort me to my next class, and then gesture me to stop ogling him and go inside. Clearly, he had no idea how challenging it was to do it or he wouldn’t have asked.
    My classes would have been far more interesting if I hadn’t been acutely aware of the clock’s impossibly slow movement and the fact that each lingering moment was agonizingly keeping me from seeing Eran again. I hoped, for the sake of my sanity not to mention my grades, that this desire would dissipate some as time went on, but I doubted it.
    I was beginning to feel confident that Marco had been wrong or untruthful and that no more enemies would be showing up any time soon. Against Eran’s wishes, I relaxed some and simply enjoyed the time I could spend with Eran between classes, becoming more oblivious to my surroundings with each hour.
    Then lunch break arrived…along with the familiar prickle of hair standing up on the back of my neck.
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR: A TEST
     
    There were two areas to the cafeteria, an inside seating area and a patio. With the thunderstorm pummeling the patio and grassy area beyond, every student congregated inside. I didn’t know whether it was because of lack of seating or because it was the first day back and group cliques had lessened over the weeks away but those who wouldn’t ordinarily share