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stops me.
    “Dude, we’ve got ten minutes. Do we have to go in there and sit down now?”
    “Come on, lazy ass.”
    I pull him by his t-shirt to the door. We scan the room of people who have already come in. Everyone is sitting sporadically around the room. No two seats together are filled. Every single person in there has their book open and is reading.
    Well shit. I can already tell the type of people who have signed up for this class.
    Ronnie and I take our seats in the back together. Ronnie mocks the others in the room by opening his book exaggeratedly and pretending to read. He is such a stunad.
    I swipe my eyes across the room again as more people file in. In a matter of second s, my heart thumps wildly, and my focus zooms in on a pretty petite girl with black hair. She keeps her head down as she reads, but I’m positive that it’s her. I elbow Ronnie.
    “Look over there.” I discreetly point, my voice low.
    “Where?”
    “Second row, third seat back.”
    He shrugs, “Yeah, she’s cute for a goth.”
    “No, jackass. Look at her. That’s Megan’s sister.”
    “Huh?” He looks over at her again. “Where’s her fuckin’ red hair?
    “Are you stupid? She must have dyed it.”
    “Why would she do that?”
    “Bigger question is what’s she doing here? She’s a sophomore in high school.” My heart rate spikes, and I nervously check the time on my cell phone.
    “She should be in lunch right now , hundreds of miles away at that fancy school her parents sent her too.”
    Erin’s hair hangs in a wavy curtain pulled to the side of her neck - black instead of red. Her profile shows her eyes are darkened with make-up. Her clothes are solid black. She is still petite and small… fragile like a doll. But she has a very serious look on her face while she reads her book.
    A knot twists in my gut when I remember her pale and fragile lying in my arms.
    Her father sent her away to a fancy high school with Clarissa Mancuso, the Chicago Mob Boss’s daughter. She wasn’t at that school for too long. I wonder what's going on. Antonio never said anything to me about her being back. I don't ask questions, but when he talks about her I listen. I want to know everything about her, even when I shouldn't.
    I consider going up and talking to her, but I know I’d feel like an idiot.  Our time in South Bend and Chicago seems like a lifetime ago. It was a tough time for her and I was trying to keep her safe. We aren’t as close anymore. And besides, what would I say? “What are you doing here?” She looks lost in her book anyway.
    Ronnie breaks me from my thoughts.
    “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
    I shove him with my hand.
    “You look like a crazy lovesick puppy or something,” he chastises me foolishly.
    Some asshole sits down next to her. His books thunk on the table. She turns her head. He smiles at her, and she fucking smiles back. Fuck!
    I can't hold back any more. I want to rip this chooch’s head off and drag her away to sit by me. Or better yet, back to my apartment.
    I can’t stand seeing her like this and not being close to her. I go to get up and say something. I get out of my seat slowly, talking myself down from wanting to shred the skin off the loser next to her. The walk from my seat to hers deadens my legs and movements. The shock of seeing her is overwhelming. I manage to get myself to her seat, and I hover over her, glancing down. Shit! That face, that tiny body. Even with her black hair and makeup, she is breathtaking to me.
    Her little friend notices me first, and I watch him shrink back at the sight of me. Slowly, I see her turn towards me and tilt her head up.
    She sees me.
    I can tell by her expression that she is just as shocked to see me as I am to see her.
    “Goo d morning! I’m Professor Elden.  If you’re not supposed to be in English Comp, then you’re in the wrong place.”
    I look behind me and lock eyes with the teacher.
    “Can I help you? Mr…?” She pauses,