She'd been staring into her locker a solid five minutes, yet she couldn't remember what she needed for class. All she could think of was stolen flowers and dark warnings, of pleading eyes and fires. She could feel Adam across the hall, watching her, but she couldn't face him yet. So she stared at the rope burns in her wrists and willed them to fade faster. Now, what did she need for class again? Drawn back into the whirlwind of her emotions she could almost feel Jake's hand on her arm…

Ripped from her reverie by another energy, she spun around to find Melissa smiling sadly at her. "Armstrong boys, huh… Who knew? Look, I know we're not, uh… If you ever need to talk…" and with that she disappeared up the hall.

Maybe she wasn't alone after all.