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and creating energy.
    The lights are flashing and pulsing to the
music. It's bright for me, even though I know it's dark. My eyes
are doing the weird thing again. The weird feeling from the
bathroom lessens but my nerves are getting the best of me. I miss
Willow and the quiet of our house. Maybe school was a bad choice.
Maybe I should withdraw and go home.
    I shake my head at myself. Maybe I should stop
being such a pansy. Classes haven’t even started yet.
    A voice speaks softly into my ear, "You want
that drink now?" A hand grabs me and spins me. I turn and face
Wyatt and for a moment I'm so glad to see him. I let him pull me
into him. He's been drinking I think. He's too affectionate. Too
grabby.
    I put my hands on his chest and try not to
notice the way his hands feel on my bare back. Jolts of energy or
sparks hit my skin where he touches. He bends down and kisses me
softly. It's unexpected but it feels right. His lips meet mine with
gentle sweetness. He presses me against him. I feel the softness of
me melting into his hard body. Our lips make sparks on my mouth. I
let him devour me.
    His tongue parts my lips and I push him back. He
pulls me with him and I feel my feet lift off the ground. I shake
my head, "No stop." I am breathless. I can taste his drink on my
lips when I lick them. He grins at me, cocky and confident.
    "I like you."
    I look at him and feel like my world is about to
explode, "You don’t know me."
    He nods, "I know but it feels like I do. It
feels like we've met before. Like our souls know each other."
    I want to roll my eyes and mock him but he has
described how I feel exactly. I'm trembling. "You probably say that
to all the girls." I say. My voice doesn’t sound like I'm
convinced.
    I bite my lip and feel lost in his eyes.
    "You eyes look weird." He whispers, mesmerized
by them. He is really drunk. He slurs his words, "I like them."
    "Something is wrong with them. They keep
glowing."
    He smirks, "Like a cat."
    I feel sick. My stomach clenches and I double
over. He looks worried, "You okay?"
    I feel myself heave. He lifts me up and carries
me. I don’t know where we are going, but I feel my feet hitting
people and my shoes sliding off. The pain is everywhere all at
once.
    The air hits when we get outside. He puts me
down and I throw up everywhere. It splashes on my feet and my bare
legs. People in the line up to the bar groan, "Get her outta
here."
    His arms are behind me, pushing me along. My
stomach is clenching again.
    "Come on." Heat rips through me again and I
throw up a second time.
    I feel his arms circle around me. I hobble
along.
    "What did you drink?"
    "Water."
    He looks at my face, "Did you put your drink
down?"
    I shake my head and feel my eyes starting to
flutter.
    "Fuck, I think you have the flu or something."
He picks me up. Just as he lifts me, everything goes black.
    xxxx
    I wake to the sound of water. I look around me
but there is no one.
    My head is pounding and my mouth is dry. I try
to sit up but I'm weak. The room spins and in the movement I see
something. A man is sitting in a chair watching me. It's not Wyatt
and no matter how hard I try to stay awake and focus, I can't. He
watches me in silence. Like he is debating something.
    xxxx
    I wake the second time in a puddle of sweat.
Something is on me, weighing me down. I struggle to get it off.
When I move, it moves with me and ends up covering me more. Then it
moans and I almost leap from the bed.
    "Rayne?" Wyatt mutters into my back. I remain
frozen and try to gather my wits. My brain struggles to remember
the last things I'd done. My blue shorts wedgie outfit is on the
floor beside me. Wide-eyed I lift the covers expecting to see my
naked body. I have a bandeau and my granny underwear on. I
wince.
    "Rayne, you awake?"
    I turn over to see him. He looks horrified, "How
are you feeling?"
    I frown, "Fine, why?"
    He laughs, "Your makeup is all the way to your
cheekbones."
    I catch a glimpse of his boxers and avert my
eyes, "How