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nice, but after we’re done with it, a part of me wishes that I could kiss Gabriel again. Greedy and stupid, Annabelle . I’m nervous as I walk to fifth period, both anticipating and dreading seeing Gabriel. Is this what normal teenage girls go through every day? If it is, it sucks. I’d take being an assassin over being a normal teenage girl any day. If I have a problem, I kill it or run away from it. If a regular teenager has a problem they have to work through it. Yep, it sucks.
    Taking the same seat as yesterday, Gabriel walks in and sits down next to me. I refuse to acknowledge how handsome he is today in that plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
    My phone vibrates and I check to see that there’s a new text from Max.
    Missing you already
    Wow, that’s kinda . . . cheesy. I laugh softly.
    The phone is snatched out of my hand by Gabriel. “What’s so funny?” Before I can answer he’s reading the message, laughing. “Told you my cousin was gay.” 
    Snatching back my phone, I ignore him and pretend to pay attention to the teacher. A few minutes later a note lands on my desk. I open it slowly as if I’m not eager to read it when, sadly, I am.
    I know your secret. We’ll talk after class.
    Crap! Does Gabriel mean that he knows that I’ve been sent to kill his father? That can’t be it! Everything is done anonymously through Simon. But, what else can he be talking about? I may have to call Simon and let him know that I’m pulling out. It’d be a first, but not the end of the world. I come to terms with the fact that I may have to subdue Gabriel before leaving, but why does the thought of never seeing him again make me feel . . . uncomfortable ?
    After class, I follow Gabriel out of the classroom, running through different options in my head. Knock him out . . . give him a nonfatal knife wound . . . push him down some stairs. I don’t want him at my back, that’s for sure, just in case he means to harm me. Joining him in the hallway, he grabs my hand and leads me to an exit out of the building. Good, I may need the privacy. The day is sunny and cloudless, with a temperature of around seventy-five degrees. We pass by the students heading for gym class, swerving off in a different direction.
    His hand is warm and I like the feel of my small hand in his larger one. It makes me feel feminine, protected. Something must be wrong with me because I don’t need protection from anything. I can take care of myself and anyone who chooses to mess with me. More like he’s gonna need protection from me.
    He leads me around to the back side of the gym. I scan the area and don’t see any witnesses in sight, just an empty soccer field. Well, at least it’s not an ambush. Dropping his backpack, he leans back against the wall and pulls my body up against his, hip to hip. The constant attraction I have while around him ignites further, very inconvenient.
    “What did you want to talk about Gabriel?” I’m able to keep my voice controlled, despite the urge I’m suppressing to rub against him. I lower my own backpack to the ground, readying myself for a confrontation.
    “You and me,” he says matter-of-factly. It doesn’t seem like he knows the truth about me, likely this is just some stupid ploy to get me alone.
    “There is no you and me, there is a Max and me,” I tell him coolly, holding his heated gaze. 
    “There shouldn’t be a you and Max,” he says and gently grasps the back of my head, making me fight the instinctive urge to hurt him to get out of his grip. At the same time, it makes me hotter than a smoking gun. “You’re using Max to hide from your feelings for me.” Damn , I knew being alone with him was a bad idea.
    “What’s the matter Gabriel? Can’t come to terms with a girl not wanting you the most?” I tease in an attempt to hide what I’m really feeling. Want . Wants I must ignore.
    He sees right through me too easily. “Liar, I know you want me.” He flips us around so that I’m