Chapter 12:

~~~SARALYN'S POV~~~

Monday: the day that makes all kids cringe and all working adults cry. But something about today was different for me. I guess when you get kidnapped by a crazy fruitloop and get rescued by your crush, it kind of makes you appreciate things a little more. My friends noticed my change of attitude when I was actually participating in Mr. Lancer's class instead of dozing off. When lunch came around, that's when they pounced.

"So, Sara, you've seen to have discovered the secret to happiness." Tucker said, taking a big bite out of his hamburger. "Care to enlighten us?"

"Yeah, you usually want to pass out from exhaustion, not... whatever this is." Danny said. "What's up?"

"Uh, you know, just various circumstances that have come to pass..." I said, fumbling with my thumbs.

I glanced over at Sam, who was staring at me with a teasing grin. I looked down at my food and felt my face flush with heat. Danny and Tucker looked at each other.

"Girls. I'll never understand them." Tucker said, shaking his head. "That's why I don't have a girlfriend."

"Yeah, that's why." Sam snorted.

"HEY!"

"All right, then, if you are finished pestering me with questions, I have some business with a trash can that I must attend to." I said.

I stood up from the table with my tray and walked over to a trash can. I gasped as I felt my foot catch against some and I stumbled forward.

"Whoa!"

I felt a hand under my stomach, keeping my hovering from the ground only a foot away. I expected trash to rain down on me and coat me in unknown stickiness. I even looked up and saw a half-filled milk carton fall upside-down toward my head, but it suddenly vanished.

"You should be more careful." a voice said.

The hand planted on my stomach lifted me to my feet with ease. My "knight in shining armor" was a boy with blond hair and hazel eyes. He wore a green polo shirt with black stripes, blue jeans, and white sneakers. My eyes drifted to the food tray that rested in the boy's hand. My milk carton was there, and judging by its looks, not a drop of milk had spilled. The boy turned and threw my trash away, hesitating to meet my gaze again.

"Um... thanks." I drawled. "I'm Saralyn. Call me Sara."

"Nice to meet you." the boy said shyly.

"What's your name?"

"Uh..."

He doesn't know his own name?

"Aaron." the boy said. "My name is Aaron."

"That's some skill you've got there." I said. "It was like... magic."

Aaron's face flushed; not too much, but just enough that I noticed.

"You must be seeing things." he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and shrugging.

I placed my hands on my hips and my eyes flashed neon green for a split second. Aaron looked at me in surprise.

"I'll see you around." I said casually.

I turned and walked away.

"Um... yeah..." Aaron mumbled.

As I sat back down at the lunch table, my friends looked between me and Aaron.

"Who was that guy?" Danny said. His eyes flashed neon green and his faced hardened.

"His name is Aaron." I said, smirking. "And I believe you've got a little jealousy on your lip."

"Wh-what?! I do not." Danny crossed his arms. "But I saw what happened. Trash was definitely flying, but then a split second later, it was sitting in a tray. It was weird."

"Maybe he's a ghost?" Sam said. "Or a wizard or something?"

"Maybe he's a robot from THE FUTURE!" Tucker cried. We all stared at him and I could practically hear the sound of crickets chirping. He shrunk back. "Or something..."

"Who knows?" I said, shaking my head.

We looked at Danny, waiting to see what he had to say. He just shrugged and shook his head.