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today,” he
interrupted my admiration of him to say. “Your skin is glowing now;
you’re going to be perfect,” he added, still gazing at
me.
    I broke my concentration
taking a deep breath as I adjusted my glasses. Wait, did he say I was going to be perfect? Perfect for what?
Oh, who cares?! He said I looked beautiful! This model of a man who was in front of me admired my hidden
beauty in some way. I wished he would make a pass at me then. I
could only imagine the non-exonerated feeling I’d receive in
kissing him. I immediately began scolding myself at the thought. I
was with Mike, and I’d agreed to give our relationship a
chance.
    Not knowing how much time had passed
in my mental debate, I quickly stated, “Thanks,” nonchalantly. I
glanced back up at him. He was still staring at me and looked to be
debating something as well.
    “Want to go sit down for a bit?” I
asked motioning towards the café.
    “Sure,” he gave a quick nod before
making his way in that direction. We sat at the table and stared at
each other again until he began the conversation.
    “So how long did you live in Spain?”
he started, softening his previously intense gaze.
    “Two years. We returned to Charleston
when I turned five.” I took another sip of my drink. “How about
you?”
    “Four years. My parents moved to
Seattle shortly after I turned seven.”
    “Maybe I was too young, but I don’t
remember your family,” I prompted hoping he would
elaborate.
    “I only saw your parents a few times
when I was younger. They never brought you around our kind,” he
stated. He furrowed his brows as if he was pondering
something.
    “And what kind are you?” I pressed
in confusion.
    “You’ll find out soon enough,” he
answered sternly. I hated this riddle; I didn’t like stuff being
withheld from me. More upsetting was the fact that he said my
parents knew, but they hadn’t said one word to me regarding any of
this.
    “So are you dating anyone?” he swapped
subjects, a prime method of distraction and avoidance.
    “Um… yea,” I replied still
trying to process his previous response. What did he mean “our kind”? Maybe that’s why my parents
didn’t mention him. Except why would they say he was like family
but then distance me from him? The more I
thought about it, the more frustrated I became. It simply wasn’t
adding up right… I finally gave up returning to the conversation.
Kellan looked at me warily.
    “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said
anything.”
    “No. It’s okay. I’m just confused.
Everyone has been really weird with me lately and it just doesn’t
add up,” I shrugged. No matter how hard I tried to push this aside,
it was an itch that wouldn’t be scratched until someone caved and
finally communicated with me outside code.
    “No, it’s my fault. I know you’re
analytical. I can just tell. So I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” He
seemed sincere. Even if he wasn’t, I couldn’t say it was him I was
upset with. It was my parents. I didn’t understand why they would
keep secrets from me. And if Kellan was the wrong kind before, he
apparently was the right kind now since it was ok for me to go out
with him.
    “Are you able to explain any part of
it to me?” I asked hopelessly.
    “I’m really not the right person to
ask.” He offered me a small sympathetic smile.
    “What am I missing?”
    He sighed. “As soon as you know, I’ll
tell you everything. I promise.” Oddly, I believed him.
    “When will I know?” I
pressed.
    “Within the week.”
    Great. “Within the week?” Did that mean my
world was going to come crashing down in a week? It just didn’t
make sense. He’s not making sense. Nothing in my life seemed to be
cohesive. In forty-eight hours my world had turned upside
down.
    I stared at him. Despite my
frustration over the brainteaser he’d given me, and despite the
fact that I was dating Mike and Kellan was under the forbidden
label, I still longed to embrace him, to place my body