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me and broke my heart. So when she left, in true stalker fashion, I followed her to the states.” I felt my face turn beet red as all eyes in the room fixed on Alex and I and the positioning of his body; still incredibly intimate. I wanted to bury my head in the sand like an ostrich.
    “Well, that’s interesting.” Mr. Thompson added. Jillian and I both stared at Alex. The entire classroom scrutinized the silent conversation Alex and I were having. I felt more like a spectator to the conversation than a participant in it.
    “Ms. Quinn, please introduce Mr. Morris to the class.”
    My voice felt weak. “This is Alex Morris.” I stuttered as I felt his knee brush mine. “He is 18 years old. He just moved here from abroad. He loves to listen to music, read, and he is really active in outdoor activities.” His writing continued to say that he loves repairing old cars and hanging out with his friends. He changed mine, but I couldn’t think of anything clever to say.
    I hesitated, desperately searching for something witty then I continued, “Alex loves to repair old cars and hang out with his friends.” Alex eyes twinkled as his cheek dimpled slightly from his growing smile. I’m sure he knew I tried to come up with a way to change his like he had mine.
    “What? Nothing about Paris?” Mr. Thompson asked. I wanted to sink into my chair. “Jillian would you like to introduce Mr. Hammond?” Mr. Thompson went on with the class introductions, none as entertaining as the one Alex gave for me.
    Alex did not move his chair back to his own table. He stayed positioned so close to me that I couldn’t concentrate on anything else other than his breathing; I kept forgetting my own.
    “Ok class…” I barely listened to anything that Mr. Thompson said for the next forty minutes. I didn’t want to think about class ending. Alex had completely hijacked my mind and it only got worse every time I stole glances at him.
     
    “So what’s up with him?” Jillian tried to keep her voice low as we tossed our book bags into our lockers.
    “I have no idea.” I wasn’t looking forward to the walk to the clinic, I didn’t really have time to think about Alex and the liberty he just took telling my entire Econ class that we were an item, in Paris , no less.
    “You sure you don’t want me to use my lunch and drive you?” Jillian walked with me to the parking lot as I wished I had a car of my own.
    “No don’t worry about it.” I gave her a hug and hurried out the gate. She was disappointed that I didn’t have full days, but I didn’t have the heart to tell my Aunt I couldn’t work for her this year.
    I pulled my headphones from my pack and slipped them in heading down the sidewalk that lined the parking lot of the school. Courtney sat in the backseat of a car, possibly Thomas’, but I couldn’t be for sure. Not too many spots down Garrett sat in his truck, but the windows were too tinted to tell who was in there with him. Several stoner students were camped out behind a van near the fence smoking pot; others were sitting on tailgates drinking beer. I walked faster as a few of the slackers offered me pot, something stronger than pot and different cans of beer.
    Several high-pitched girls laughed and squealed from the parking lot. My music definitely wasn’t up loud enough if I couldn’t drown out Lindsey, Ashley and Bridget: Courtney’s best friends. They were walking towards the parking lot linked arm in arm, surrounding Alex. That didn’t take long… he acquired a harem. I half grinned and laughed thinking of Alex dressed up in an Aladdin costume with all the girls wearing outfits like Jasmine running around him while he sang with a monkey on a flying carpet. I’m not sure he could pull off parachute pants and a turban though… or maybe he could… without his shirt on.
    I fumbled my iPod at the thought of Alex shirtless and watched it fall to the ground. When I up righted, I caught a glimpse of Nate Randall in his