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had no real idea of what to expect. I was also wondering how my meeting with Cheyenne would go. The girls I was used to tended to be so outgoing and loud; I didn’t want to come across as too brash.
    Then again, I’d never been much of a planner, like Callon. I did better meeting my challenges head-on.
    I’d just have to improvise.
    Adjusting my pack on my shoulder—which was heavy with all the books Callon had had to buy at the last minute—I stepped into the crowds of students. They all hung in little groups, wary of outsiders. My height made me stick out a bit, and I did earn some curious glances as I looked around for Cheyenne. I couldn’t see her anywhere, so I made my way straight to the principal’s office.
    Outside, I was greeted by the red-haired secretary. She handed me my schedule, smiling.
    “How’s your Dad doing?” she asked.
    “Oh, he’s fine,” I said, tucking the paper into my pack. “Got a busy week of work ahead.”
    “Of course,” the woman said. “Doctors work incredible hours, don’t they?”
    I nodded, trying not to grin too much. Before our conversation could continue, another student appeared behi nd me. He had brown hair and gray eyes, and he just about reached my shoulder in height.
    “Sorry I’m late,” he said. “Oh, you must be Colt?”
    “Yes.” I raised an eyebrow. How did he know my name?
    “Hi, I’m Ben,” the boy said. “I’m your mentor.”
    Oh right, the principal had mentioned something like this last week. I shook his hand, smiling.
    “Well, I’ll leave you boys to it, then,” the secretary said. “Give your Dad my regards, Colt.”
    “Will do,” I said.
    Ben took me down the corridor and into the main building. He was friendly enough, showing me my locker and where the classes were held. But once his own friends appeared, he quickly left me to my own devices. I didn’t really mind—it wasn’t like we had the same classes, anyway.
    I grabbed a handful of books and weaved through the stud ents to my first class. There were still five minutes before the bell rang, but I wanted to be prepared. I’d wait for Cheyenne to take a seat first, and then find a place next to her. From what I’d seen yesterday, I was guessing she’d choose a spot near the back where she could be left alone.
    For once I deliberately ignored the girls, who stared after me as I passed them. No, today I had eyes for only one, and nothing was going to distract me from my task.
    She was already seated, right at the back like I’d predicted. She was studying a textbook, though occasionally her eyes would wander to the window. I approached slowly, trying to look as if I couldn’t decide where to sit, despite the room being mostly empty.
    Still she didn’t look up, even as I came right to her side. She was trying to ignore me.
    In that case…
    “Is this seat taken?” I asked, patting the chair beside her.
    Cheyenne jumped. Flustered, she looked up at me. Her eyes were a tense gray . I was caught by the color for a moment. How could it change like that?
    “No,” she replied. I smiled, hoping to put her at ease. She briefly checked around her, wondering if it was really her I’d been addressing. Given that this whole row was empty, it didn’t take her long to realize I’d meant to talk to her.
    “I’m Colt O’Shea,” I said, “and you are?” I stuck my hand out.
    Cheyenne hesitated. The gray in her eyes darkened, conveying her wariness. I didn’t budge, knowing she’d have to cave eventually. Come on, Cheyenne. I know you don’t like getting involved with others, but you’re not going to brush me off that easy.
    “I won’t bite.” I winked at her. Finally, Cheyenne’s icy exterior began to crack, and she took my hand. Her fingers were so delicate, so small compared to my own. She’d not stand a chance against a Tresez.
    “I’m Cheyenne, Cheyenne Wilson.”
    Ah, an introduction! I knew I’d get through to her.
    Running a hand through my hair, I pulled up a