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occasional lecture about health. All the girls wanted to do was gossip. All the guys wanted to do was shoot hoops, which always ended up in some kind of fight.
    “It’s not bad. Besides”—he smirked—“you get to wear these.” He opened the top drawer of a wooden dresser, next to her closet. Inside were pairs of green shorts and white tees. 
    She picked up the very short shorts. “What’s this?” 
    He smiled. “P.E. outfit.”
    “How did you know they were in here?” she teased, raising her eyebrow.
    He smirked. “That’s the panty drawer.”
    She went to give him a light slap on his arm, but then panicked. Did her mom pack panties? And bras? She rushed over to her travel bag, rummaged through it, and finally found new panties and bras. They were all white cotton, but it didn’t matter. She had something to wear under her clothes!
    He walked over to her. “What are you smiling for?”
    She pushed her unmentionables to the bottom of her bag. “Nothing…just checking.”
    He smiled, but didn’t press her. “Okay, well there’s the bathroom over there,” he said, pointing to the white-tiled room. “That’s pretty much self-explanatory, but there should be toiletries in there for you like shampoo and stuff.”
    She nodded. “Great, but doesn’t it get a little…hectic trying to share a bathroom?”
    He shrugged. “For the girls? Maybe. The guys? No, we’re quick.” He did a jerking motion with his thumb, smirking. “In and out.” 
    Maybe Leprechauns just can’t help being naughty.             
    She was about to jokingly chastise him, but she was interrupted by a loud roar—her stomach was growling.
    “Sorry,” she said, feeling embarrassed, wishing now she had eaten that over-mayo-filled egg salad sandwich back at the hospital.
    “It’s okay. You should eat, but”—he smiled—“how about another kiss?”
    She parted her lips. They kissed longer this time, despite their need to leave, despite her empty tummy, despite the threat of being caught by the headmaster. 
    After they pulled apart, he kissed her on both her cheeks, and then her forehead. “Mmm,” he moaned. “I’m so glad I offered to pick you up.”
    “It wasn’t just me,” she reminded him, but smiled at his thoughtful words.
    “I know, but you were there and…well, I’m glad you’re here . I just wish this wasn’t my last year.” He lowered his eyes, saddened.
    She tried not to think about that, but apparently he was too. 
    She tried to brush it away with a joke. “Well, you may get tired of me in a few weeks and then—”
    “Never,” he interrupted her with a stern look. “You’re different, Eva. I can sense it.”
    She was moved by his words, but still joked again. “That’s because I see dead people.”
    He laughed and kissed her again. “Ah, that’s it! You’re hilarious! All the girls here are usually crying all the time.”
    “Well, I’m like them,” she said softly. “I cry too.”
    Now she was worried that if she did cry, if she acted like the other girls, he wouldn’t like her so much, but she couldn’t help it. She was a Banshee, cursed in sorrow for the rest of her life. Maybe that’s why he had entered her mind. He couldn’t stand all that crying.
    He shook his head, holding her in a tight embrace. “That’s not what I meant,” he said softly. “It’s just that…you’re special. I can sense it. You make me want to be a different person.”
    “How different?”
    He smiled. “It makes me believe that love is possible.”
    Eva’s eyes went wide, shocked by his admission. Lucas’ eyes widened too, and then he started to transform into a black fog.
    “Lucas!” She reached out around the dark misty outline that was his muscular arms, but she didn’t touch, afraid. 
    After a few seconds, he finally reappeared, but he was tired, breathing in and out.
    “What happened?” She placed her hands on his muscular chest—tangible evidence that he was really