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scuffle behind the wall of boys. Tears stream down my face as I grab my jaw. Suddenly Danny rises into the air and slams into the lockers next to me. I blink tears from my eyes trying to see what’s happening. The crowd of boys are moving away and I hear Danny gurgling. I wipe furiously at my eyes and there’s my savior.
    He's tall, at least six feet, with a full head of wavy black hair, a five o'clock shadow, and the most amazing, stunningly sharp blue eyes I've ever seen. He must be a senior but he looks older than a high schooler.
    He’s holding Danny off of the ground by his throat pinning him against the lockers with a bare, muscular arm. Danny's turning purple as he raises a hand back to make a fist like he's going to try to strike, but my savior tightens his grip. Danny's fist waivers then falls to his side as his eyes roll up in his head.
    "Apologize," the older boy says.
    His voice is surprisingly deep. I can’t take my eyes off the muscles of his arms as they bulge and he holds Danny easily off his feet. Danny's blue lips move but no sound comes out.
    "What's that? I can't hear you?" my savior says.
    "I'm… I'm sorry," Danny gasps.
    He slowly lowers Danny back to his feet in an impressive display of strength. Tears are running down Danny's face as his color slowly returns. His knees shake as he struggles to remain standing while gasping in air. My savior stares at him showing no compassion. Danny bends over and puts his hands on his knees still struggling to get enough air. Danny looks up and then the color that had just returned drains away.
    "Shit, man," Danny says. "I'm sorry, I didn't know she was with you, man."
    Danny backs away and one of his friends that just moments ago had been trying to help him molest me grabs him and gives him support as they get away. The bell rings for next class hour and I'm left alone with a boy whose name I don't know but who just saved me. He looks down and maybe it's just my imagination but I think I see a flicker of warmth in his eyes.
    "Thank you," I say.
    "You okay?" he asks, his eyes boring into my soul.
    "Yeah, I think so."
    "Good."
    He turns and starts walking away. My heart is pounding from fear and my throat is dry. I watch him walking away as butterflies dance in my stomach. I trace the lines of the muscles in his back through his tight t-shirt. My stomach knots and it feels like there’s a tight band around my head. I don't even know his name. An impulse grips me and I act before I can squash it.
    "Hey!" I cry out.
    He stops and slowly turns around. My mind goes blank, I don't know what to say or do. He arches an eyebrow, those icy eyes staring, waiting for me to act. I swallow hard trying to force moisture back into my mouth.
    "Thank you, I don't know your name."
    "Jans," he says with a half smile that’s more of a curl of his lip at the corner.
    I melt inside. His sharp eyes look me up and down and my belly tightens deep in my core as a tingle forms in my most private parts. Thoughts won’t form in my mind and become words.
    “Your name?” he asks, pulling me out of my reverie.
    "LeAnne," I say as my cheeks flush hot with embarrassment.
    "Cool," he says then turns and walks away.
    I watch, unable to take my eyes off of him. No one in all my life has ever stood up for me. I lick my lips, swallow hard, and then grab my books from my locker and head to class.
     

     
    The door to the motel room where mom and I currently live is partly open. A tingle of fear runs up and down my spine. We were evicted last week from our small apartment and don't have enough money for a deposit on a new place, so we’re stuck here in this shithole. I approach the door cautiously trying to listen for any sounds inside. It's not like we have anything worth stealing but the people in this neighborhood wouldn't care.
    My hand shakes as I reach for the door knob and steel my nerves. I push it open and see that the room is trashed, clothes are thrown all over and it looks like an