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                  “Ah,” but what I really wanted to do was make an explosion sound signaling my bubble had burst.
                  We both got out of the truck and she thanked me for the food and walked away towards her car.
                  “Reed?” I called after her.
                  She turned and it looked like maybe I was annoying her.
                  “If you ever need anything, you know where I live now.”
                  She looked up at the windows that marked my apartment and back to me.
                  “Yeah, ok, thanks.” She said, back to her weary voice.

 
    Chapter 6
    Falcon
     
    Six a.m. was the best.  I felt chipper, ready to start the day with a smile on my face and a song in my soul.  And a rusty screwdriver perfect for stabbing myself in the eye.
     
                  Why this school, any school, offered classes at seven a.m. was beyond me.  It was apparently beyond a lot of students too.  Most of them came to class in their pajama pants.  Girls could get away with it because it reminded guys that they had recently been in bed.  But guys—no.
                  And a plus for me?  My seven a.m. teacher was from France.  And he spoke Frenglish.  Sometimes it was funny, but when he announced which chapters we should study and the names came out in English, but the chapter numbers came out in French, I wanted to strangle the sacre bleu out of him.
                  The girl next to me, one of those pajama girls, looked at me pitifully and moved her paper to the side of the desk so I could copy what chapters to study.  I muttered a ‘thanks’ and continued to struggle with the lecture.  He was very charismatic, and not in a good way.  Once, he was getting his panties in a twist about Marie Antoinette and then he went on a tangent about some girlfriend he had and she was lying on the beach.  But when he said beach it sounded, well, not like beach, and the entire class laughed so hard that he cancelled classes for the rest of the week. 
                  I left class and hauled ass to my next nine o’clock class.  I heard my phone’s message tone and checked it before entering the classroom.
                  Nellie: Family Dinner Tonight.
     
                  The rest of my classes were pretty boring and I left school about three.  I went over to Cindi’s Indie and I stopped at the smoothie shop to get Nellie a Wicked Watermelon smoothie.  I decided to get three.  I walked into the bookstore and Nellie was going nuts over some signed book she received in the mail. 
                  I placed the smoothie on the counter in front of her and she kissed my cheek like she always did.  I ‘oooh’ed and ‘aahhh’ed with her over her book.  She put it in the glass case behind the counter and when I looked up I locked eyes with Reed.  She was in the inventory room and she was looking at me through the bookshelves.  As soon as she realized she’d been caught, she moved and I couldn’t see her anymore.  Enter the third smoothie.
                  I went into the inventory room and found her on the last row straightening books that didn’t need to be straightened.  She had a purple skirt on today with a black tank top and those same flip flops.  Her orange hair was up in a bun today and didn’t she just look like a sexy little librarian.  She could arrange my books any day of the week.  I cleared my throat and she looked at me, her blush a pink instead of the usual red against her green eyes was spectacular. 
                  “Hey, I got an extra smoothie.  I didn’t know if you like watermelon, it’s Nellie’s favorite.  She reached out and took it from me and mumbled a ‘thank you’.  I went back to my office and Nellie was in the office and she motioned for me to shut the door