CHAPTER 5: Playing with Fire

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Ahhhhh I had a crazy time writing this one, I kept switching things up. I'm not totally sure if I'm happy with it or not yet. I'll have to read it a few more times before I decide. =) Btw I seriously hope you consider listening to the song on the right... especially at the end, and then just let everything sink in. The songdefinitelyadds a little something.

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CHAPTER 5: Playing With Fire

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Jarek met me outside in the morning and walked me to class. He looked perfect, like a model with his ipod in his hands leaning against his streetbike, but I was so distracted I barely noticed. I kept replaying the dream over and over again. No matter how much I tried to stop thinking about it, thoughts of the feather kept surfacing. It had me freaked out, how had the feather even got there in the first place? And no matter where I looked I saw the image of sad blue eyes, haunting blue eyes.

"Is something wrong?" he questioned, startling me out of my reverie.

"No, it's nothing." I said without meeting his gaze.

"Seriously it's fine, you can tell me anything you know."

I looked at him and for a second I saw something that tugged at my memory. I didn't say anything and just kept walking with him next to me. I went through the first two periods of school managing to stay away from Jarek, God bless assigned seating. Finally I got to third period. Today we were being partnered up for an art project, one that included drawing one's partner. My partner was a beautiful half African-American half English girl from London named Samara James.

"It's a pleasure, call me Sam. And anyway, no one has talked to the new girl yet. I'm the first." She flashed a bright and friendly smile. I laughed at her observation, she was fun loving and easy going.

"Trust me when I say that I'm not that interesting."

She arched her eyebrow at me in a no-nonsense kind of way.

"My dear girl, you're already the talk of the whole bloody town."

"What? Why?" I questioned, while I laughed off her statement.

"Well for starters, no one knows a thing about you, and secondly the most beautiful boy at school is vying for your attention, oh and by the way... you're absolutely gorgeous. You may not know it now, but you've become a legend, no one has managed to get even remotely close to that boy. Consider yourself lucky."

I blushed, Samara was a firecracker if I knew one.

"He's really mysterious, I don't know what it is about him..." I added.

"Oh yea... totally indiscernible." She said with a wink

"Hmmmm..." She looked over at me then.

"There's something the matter... isn't there?" she said quietly.

"I don't know, it's just this feeling that I get from him, I don't know I'm just over reacting I suppose."

Samara looked seriously into my face then, neglecting her roughly outlined sketch.

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