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her
shoulder moved up to her face, tracing circles where her forehead
ached with a bruise. “Sorry ‘bout that. Guess I don’t know my own
strength,” he said.
    “Ya, why don’t you watch it, buddy!” Alex
growled, tugging Claire away from his grasp.
    “Relax, Alex, it w…was just an accident,” the
blonde murmured as she opened her eyes.
    The first thing she saw when she did was a
blindingly bright smile shining down on her, the man’s face
unaffected by Alex’s comment. Her eyes traveled up, finding his own
stormy grey ones and she was immediately transfixed, seeing a face
more gorgeous than she’d anticipated surrounding them. His head was
shaved, but, in Claire’s opinion, it only added to his appeal. Her
heart hammered in her chest, her shyness turning her face a bright
red.
    “Sorry I h…hit you,” she squeaked, forcing
air back into her lungs.
    The other passenger laughed, but rubbed the
shoulder she’d hit with mock protest. “You should be! It’ll take
months to regain full use of this arm!”
    She couldn’t help but give a slight, shy
smile.
    He awkwardly trailed off in his laughing,
realizing that she wasn’t going to join him in it. He rubbed the
back of his neck, clearing his throat. “Anyway,” he continued
seriously, “I was just coming over to see if you needed any
help?”
    Claire nodded, her eyes flickering away from
his face.
    “What’s the magic word?” he joked, trying to
make eye contact with her again.
    She gulped.
    Alex stepped in, as she usually did, when
Claire’s shyness stole her voice. It wasn’t the first time Claire
had gone silent in the presence of a boy who was, obviously,
flirting with her. “Yes, we need help. Please.”
    Kierlan’s face fell the slightest bit, but,
before Claire could find his smile any less than perfect, he turned
to the overhead compartment. He easily shoved the bag into its
place, pulling the door back into place. “There ya go,” he
murmured, looking back at the beautiful blonde for praise. He liked
praise, especially if it was from someone as hot as her.
    “Thanks,” Alex said.
    “Thanks,” Claire repeated without looking at
him.
    Kierlan frowned, stepping toward his seat in
the row behind them. “Welcome.”
    Averting their gaze from the man behind them,
Alex and Claire took a seat beside James and waited for the plane
to take off. Alex nonchalantly flipped through Sky Mall while the
ground disappeared beneath them out the window.
    “What happened?” she asked without looking
up.
    Claire put one earphone into the ear furthest
from Alex as it popped. “I s…slept through my alarm clock,
again.”
    The other girl closed the magazine in her
hand quickly as she turned to face Claire. “Did you have the dream
again?” she demanded urgently, pulling her friend’s hand into both
of hers. “Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine,” she assured her. “Same d…dream,
as usual.”
    “How are you feeling?”
    “I’m fine,” she repeated. “I must be getting
used to it, ‘cuz I didn’t even n…need my inhaler this time.”
    Alex nodded as she studied the dark circles
under Claire’s eyes. It had been five years since the blonde had
started having the recurrent dream that brought on her infamous
panic attacks and made her continuously late to school. As she
studied her, though, Alex couldn’t help but dwell on her friend’s
choice of attire. With a chuckle, she asked, “ What are you
wearing?”
    Claire, startled, looked down at herself and
burst out laughing. An older woman a few rows up gave a loud shush and Claire grimaced apologetically. “I f…fell asleep
before I could change and I left in s…such a hurry this morning
that…”
    “You didn’t realize that you were still in
your school uniform?”
    “I’m t…telling you, Lex, when I have that
dream, it…” she struggled for words. “It…takes over. It’s like I’m
n…not asleep, at all. It’s like I’m living there, as the girl. When
that knife comes