smile. He looked up to acknowledge me, and showed no signs of beingsurprised at my presence.“Hey.” He murmured, reaching up and gently brushing my arm with thebacks of his knuckles. “Long time no see.” He beckoned me closer, and Iawkwardly took the seat next to him. He shifted his weight so that he waspositioned closer to me, as opposed to the girl on the other side of him.As I looked around the table, at his group of friends, I tried desperatelyto recognize the faces that I saw. I failed. I was disappointed; and I hadthought that things wouldn’t have changed here at school. Sensing myconfusion, he gently took my hand and smiled, gesturing to the five people infront of him. “Sorry to be so rude; I nearly forgot.” He began with the boynext to me. “This is Sam, Alexandria, Benji, Daniel, and Patty.” He settled hisother hand- the one not holding my own- on Patty’s knee. I tried not to glareresentfully at her, but I was only slightly successful. “Everyone, this is Rory.”I smiled as genially as possible at them. “Nice to meet you all.” I feltlike an outsider in my own environment. They all responded in a similar way. They didn’t seem to care about memuch, although Patty did shoot me interesting looks once she saw the wayour hands were intertwined. Lunch ended and I quickly gathered my thingsand stalked off to Physics. I walked quickly, trying to avoid both him and thelunch crowd. However, my hopes dropped when I walked into my classroomand saw him sitting in the back corner. Reluctantly, I walked over andcasually sat down next to him, sighing audibly as I did so.“Is there a problem?” He asked, not bothering to look over at me. Hewas too busy writing something down in a blue spiral notebook.“No.” I said quietly. I spoke too softly for anyone else to hear me, but Iknew that he got the message; I also knew that he was aware of my lie. Hedidn’t address the matter, much to my dismay. I’d been gone far too long- Iwas craving some sort of attention. The teacher walked into the room and began the class. I trieddesperately to pay attention as I had done earlier that morning, but hispresence next to me was distracting.“Aurora Lockhart?” I raised my hand.“Dane Warren?” He raised his. The sound of his very name sent shiversdown my spine. I was almost positive that my name had the same- if not atleast a similar- effect on him as well. I refused to look at him for the rest of the period from there on. The bell rang, releasing me, and I headed quickly for Film Studies,where I was able to put my head down and rest. So much had changed. So
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