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"Mr. Evans you've already created a distraction with your entrance. I suggest you refrain from distracting your fellow students if you want to stay out of trouble," Mr. Johnson's bored tone broke through our frozen moment.

Mr. Evans, as I knew him, slowly turned, his eyes still locked with my own as long as possible.

His smooth voice answered, "Yes, sir."

English, my best subject, eluded me the entire period. In the back of my mind I could hear Mr. Johnson describing different styles of poetry line arrangement and reading a few examples. But my main focus was the back of Mr. Evans' head. His hair was thick, and it looked so soft. My eyes trailed to his neck, then to his shoulders; everything was tight, lean and strong. A thought briefly flitted across my mind: this wasn't like me; never had I looked at anyone like I was now. He was pulling me in like a magnet; and I was looking at whatever part of him I could see: the end of the chair back and up.

My sight never left him; and before I knew it, the bell rang, ending class. The sound helped me resurface from the lost and distracted mindset I had been in from the moment our eyes disconnected.

The moment the bell rang, Mr. Evans spun around in his seat again. His eyes locked onto mine; my body froze, but my mind melted under his intense gaze.

His rich voice penetrated my mind, the sound reverberating after he finished his last word, "May I speak with you..." his gaze flickered down shyly, "...privately?"

Whatever I had been expecting him to say, that definitely wasn't it, "Uh..y-yeah of course," a deep blush colored my entire face.

He was up in a moment, black back pack hanging off one shoulder.

As I pulled my bag out from under my seat he held his hand out, palm up, "May I take that for you?" his voice was so soft, it caressed my ears.

Again, I was caught off guard, "...Y-eah, sure. Thank you," he smiled softly in response.

That smile, my knees were as steady as jello. He started towards the door, quickly glancing back and smiling warmly when he saw that I was following; he didn't need to reassure himself, I would have followed him to the end of the earth without invitation.

I lost sight of him as he turned out the door; I jogged quickly to keep up, and found him leaning against the brick wall outside the door, a large grin on his face. I couldn't help but grin back, my knees weaker than ever.

"This way," he said gently, smoothly, deeply and as rich as chocolate.

He led me around a corner to an empty hallway. He stopped fairly close to the corner, so we were still within easy sight of any passerby. I walked up to him, he stood underneath some shadow, unsure of how close I could be without making him feel uncomfortable; stopping with about two feet between us.

He took a step closer, "Hi, I'm Christopher Evans," he grinned and held out his hand for me to shake.

"Lily Edwards," I replied softly as I reached my hand to meet his.

As his hand grasped mine I felt a connection. The magnetic force he had been unconsciously using on me had finally made contact. His hand was smooth, strong, and fit around my own as he gently, yet firmly, held it rather than shook it.

I looked up and was once again set off balance by the intensity and depth of his incredible eyes. They were completely unfathomable. They held warmth, a trace of sorrow, but most distinctly joy. As my eyes gazed into his I felt a comfort I had been missing for so long. His gaze healed my broken past as nothing else had; like a deep embrace, their presence comforted me on every level. I smiled and blushed a bit as I realized I was still holding his hand. He didn't seem to notice the prolonged contact until I pulled away, and he frowned slightly, for a fraction of a second, before returning to a soft and comforting smile.

"So," he said after clearing his throat, "I wanted to know if you would like to join me for lunch?"

"Oh!" my guard must have been off duty because Christopher kept catching me, "Yes, I'd love to join you!" I said a little too enthusiastically for my taste, thus inducing another blush.

He grinned the largest smile yet, his teeth a perfect white and amazingly straight, "Great!" he paused, "You'll need to head to class now if you don't want to be late," he said almost glumly.

"Oh," I said with the same tone as my face fell.

"May I walk you to your next class?" he asked hopefully.

"Um, yes, thank you," this grin was accompanied by a light blush.

He smiled as he looked down at me; I felt as if he was gazing through my eyes, right into my soul. The connection between our eyes was intense and so strong.

"What's your next class?" he smooth voice once again enchanting me.

"Pre-Calc with...um..."

"Ericksen?"

"Yeah, that's right."

He grinned again; my knees became jello and another shot of adrenaline raced through me. I don't know how much more of this I could take, the constant adrenaline was wearing on me every time it wore off, but I'd risk anything for another smile.

"Right this way," he grinned and gestured towards the hall we had left earlier; just a few minutes earlier, how can it have been so short a time?

He led me down a couple hallways, always glancing in my direction and grinning when he caught my eye. We had reached the door to my classroom far too soon for my taste.

He turned toward me as soon as he'd stopped in front of the door, and slipped off my bag, "I'll see you for lunch then?" he asked hopefully.

Light blush, "Yeah, see you then," I couldn't help grinning.

He grinned as he handed me my bag; our fingers brushed briefly and I felt a thrill shock through me.

He smiled softly, killing my knees, "See you soon Lily."

I gasped at the sound of my name on his lips. Of course I didn't mean to and I was immediately mortified, but he didn't seem to notice. He just nodded and walked away, a soft smile playing on his perfect lips. He'd said my name, I know I sounded like an idiot as I obsessed over it; but it was so perfect. The sound had electrified my entire being. I stood outside the classroom for a moment, frozen and unthinking before snapping back to reality at the sound of the bell.

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