My eyes hit his face one more time before the end of the day. His face was cold. Somehow, I couldn't help myself from looking at him. I mean, he was like some kind of God.

Cassidy elbowed me. "Who's he?" she asked.

Not sure how to reply to that, I gave her a little shrug. And kept staring. Stupid eyes. Why was I so attracted to him?

The next day only got worse. I found him standing by my locker, getting into the one next to it. "Hey," he said as I approached. Even his voice was intoxicating. I could've drowned myself in him and died. No one would notice though.

"What are you doing?" I asked, suspicious of the way he was so cocky about almost everything. How did I know that?

He gave me a knowing glance. "I got the locker next to yours."

Oh. Joy. How was I supposed to deal with seeing him everyday right next to me? I mean, just seeing him once was enough to leave me on Cloud Nine for hours on end. But every half hour or so? I would die.

"Oh." Why couldn't I think of a better response? Oh right. I'm an idiot. "That's cool."

Cool? Really, Leah? Really?

"Yeah," he replied with a short chuckle that left me breathless. "It is cool."

I swear I would've died of embarrassment if the bell hadn't rung right then.

"See you around," he said with a short little wave and disappeared, fighting the waves of cheerleaders and jocks to get to class. I guess that was going to be his catchphrase. A cute one at that.

My heart pounded as I slid into my desk and curled down so no one would really notice me.

"The stars are calling," a voice from behind me said. I jumped and turned to find Cassidy sitting there, silent and motionless like a ghost. "They say you need to choose your destiny." Her eyes were glazed over terribly and shaded blue, which was strange since her eyes almost always had this silver tint. "Choose, Leah."

"Cass," I muttered, waving a hand in front of her face. "Get a grip."

She snapped out of it like I'd slapped her across the face. "Wha?"

"Exactly." I hunched down a little more and tried to get my hair out of my eyes and survive class without thinking of Cale. Yeah, that obviously didn't work out very well.

"The crow!" In the middle of class, Cassidy bolted up in her desk, causing the chair she was at to fall over backwards and hit the linoleum floors with a loud clang. She pointed at something. Something that apparently no one else could see. Not even I could. "It's there! It's haunting!"

The teacher snapped, "Cassandra, sit down!"

Her face immediately went pale as she snapped out of it. "I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me!" She slowly sat back down and tucked her knees to her chest, her tie-dyed hair falling over her pink blushing face.

I'd have to talk to her after class. But I'd have to survive Cale at the lockers first.

His face was twisted when I approached, fixed on something at the ceiling. "Do you see that or is it just me?" he asked.

"Well, people have been seeing things today," I mumbled.

"There's this shape on the tile in the dots and it looks like a cat or something." He cocked his head slightly to one side and then the other. "I wonder if they do stupid things like that on purpose just to keep us thinking if they do it on purpose or not."

He was capable of thought. That was a good start. And he was smarter than I'd originally thought.

I smiled, opening my locker. "Maybe they do." And I kept wondering about him.

A/N: anyone figure out who Cassidy is yet? Review!

~Sky