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hate him, and yet I am completely mesmerized at the same time.
    What's wrong with me?
    I know for certain: Sam Perry will not win this war, if that is what this is turning into.
    I will get him to answer my questions, one way or another.

    Chapter Eight – Seeking Answers

    The rest of the week sucks.
    Sam avoids me like I'm carrying some deadly disease. Each day he sits in a different seat toward the front of English class and then takes off as soon the bell rings, never giving me a moment to confront him.
    It's unbelievably frustrating!
    I never run into him outside class, never in the hallways, never at lunch, and never in the student parking lot. If he does occasionally make eye contact with me, he instantly looks away. His avoidance seems to add even more fuel to my obsession. It keeps me intrigued yet aggravated at the same time.
    All I actually want is to talk to him. I keep reminding myself, there has to be another way.
    On my way to the cafeteria, an idea comes to me.

    * * * * *

    "Sara, I need a favor." I beg her at lunch, my eyes pleading.
    "What?"
    Here goes nothing.
    "I need you to find out what class Sam Perry has sixth hour." I whisper in her ear, using the same pleading voice.
    "Why?" Her tone is wary.
    What should I tell her?
    I can't tell her about what happened when I was jogging last Tuesday. But I have to tell her something so she'll be willing to help.
    "He forgot one of his books in English, and we have a big assignment due tomorrow. I don't know how to get it to him," I lie, instantly feeling guilty.
    Unfortunately, I'm willing to do just about anything at this point, being so obsessively determined to see this stupid plan through.
    She cracks a mischievous smile. "I'll look into it after we eat."
    "Thanks Sara!" I give her a huge bear hug.
    "Wow, all that to give him his English book, huh?" she asks. Her words come out more as a grunt.
    I soften my grip and look at her. I want to confess and tell her I'm dying to talk to him. But I can't, it's too complicated.
    Our eyes meet, and she winks. It's obvious I'm lying in order to get her help, yet it doesn't matter .
    God, how I love Sara . . . .

    * * * * *

    I wait impatiently outside room 33D for the final bell to ring. Luckily, Sara also snuck me a pass to get out of my class a few minutes early, so I would be outside Sam's sixth hour class. My legs shake as I wait for the darn bell.
    How can he make me feel excited and catatonic at the same time?
    Is that even possible?
    I hate feeling infatuated whenever his face enters my mind—, which is probably an average of twenty-three hours a day.
    That's probably how every girl feels around him , I remind myself constantly to give my obsessive behavior an ounce of justification.
    Could any girl not obsess over him?
    He is pretty unforgettable. Once a girl meets him, he'll stay etched in her mind forever. I'm constantly taken aback by him, especially by his unpredictability. There is something different about him I can't put my finger on. Not just because he is so physically beautiful . . . . It's something else.
    The bell finally rings, and the small knot in my stomach rapidly triples in size.
    The door flies open, and students start rushing out of the classroom practically running each other over in a frenzy to get out of this penitentiary. When Sam steps out though the doorway, I quickly jump into place by his side.
    "Can we talk?" I ask, trying to sound cheerful, upbeat, and pleasant. My sudden presence must shock him. He just stares with his mouth open, and his eyes glazed over.
    He has that "deer in headlights look," and he's unable to speak.
    "Why?" he finally manages to spit out.
    Breathe, Itellmyself.
    You can do this.
    "Because I want to talk to you for one minute, then I promise from the bottom of my heart to avoid you for the rest of eternity," I insist, praying it won't ever come to that.
    He grins.
    "Follow me," he says with a playful smile, and he leads me down another hall and out some side