![]() ![]() And if you ever need someone to talk to,I'm not hard to find.I'm either in class, reading in the library,or eating lunch in the North hallway." "Don't let them define how you see yourself,or your place here. "Don't let them reduce you to that," he says,his gaze instense, his voice surprising me with its sincerity, its urgency. Everyone else does.It's not like it matters." My cheeks go hot,my eyes start to sting, and I know I'm rambling like a lunatic,but I cant seem to stop,can't seem to care.The world's most socially inept Seeker-that's me in a nutshell. So,why don't you just call me whatever you want. "I've had a really bad day.And if my calculations are right,I have three hundred and eight more,give or take, before I get to graduate and get the heck out of this place. "Look," I say,knowing I need to stop him before he can go any further.His kindness will only distract me at a time when I need to stay focused. He squints.His hand reaching for my shoulder,then falling away the instant he catches the look of reproach on my face. I sigh,staring blankly down the hall when I say, "Psycho Girl-Psycho Horseback Singing Girl." I shrug. “You never told me your name," he says, his voice so hauntingly familiar it causes a rush of heat to blanket my skin. ![]()
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