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tap on my back shoulders. Stacy pushed a pile of papers in my face. I realized that Mr. Marshal had called time and was taking up the quizzes.
    "Sorry." I took the papers from her. I added my empty quiz to the pile and passed it up along with the others. I had a 4.0 GPA anyways; it wasn't like it would hurt me to fail one quiz.
    Then, the door opened. I didn't bother to look up. I concentrated on writing down the assignment. Everyone started to whisper. I hadn't looked up yet, when I started to feel their interest in whoever walked through the door. My surprise started to overcome everyone else's emotions when I saw Aaronmon standing in the doorway. Aaronmon handed Mr. Marshal a pink paper, a paper I knew was only given to new kids. I groaned, but Aaronmon glanced at me and gave a toothy smile.  My cheeks warmed. Jerk! Could he at least let me have school time to myself?
    "Everyone, this is our new exchange student Aaron," Mr. Marshal said to the class. I raised my eyebrow at the sound of his name. The girls started whispering to each other and giggling. I supposed Aaronmon did look good. Okay, so he looked real good. His long, shaggy dark hair brought out his hazel eyes. Eyes that were looking at me. Eyes that were heading my way.
    Aaronmon took the seat to the left of me.
    Leaning towards me, he whispered, "I told you I have to watch out for you."
    "Don't talk to me." I hushed him.
    Class was beyond awkward. Aaron seemed to be able to answer most of the history questions that Mr. Marshal was asking. Of course, that wasn't as bad as the girls ogling  him. It didn't help that I could feel their lust. Ew! I wonder if they would feel the same way if they knew he was an alien? HA! Finally, the bell rang and I started out the door.
    "I bet your head is about to explode." Aaronmon followed me out the door.
    "Why did you have to come here? It's bad enough to find out that my life was a lie, but now you have to come to the only place I feel normal? Can't I just go back to taking that herb that suppressed my… whatever this is?"
    "No, you need to learn to control your powers without it," he whispered. "Besides, she never gave enough to fully suppress your abilities. If you think about it, you probably have always had some type of empathy towards people."
    He did have a point there. I was always very empathetic towards people and animals. That actually raised a question.
    "What about animals?"
    "I don't know. You tell me. We have never had an Emréian with a power like this before."
    "Why is that?"
    "Can we talk about this at your aunt’s house?" Aaronmon lowered his voice and looked around.
    I supposed people would be weirded out to hear this conversation. Embarrassed slightly, I nodded.
    “What’s with the name anyways? All you did was drop the mon .” I giggled.
    I felt a slight hint of irritation coming from Aaronmon. I guess he doesn’t care too much for my humor , I thought.
    Kyle walked with his eyes fixated on Aaronmon.
    "Kyle, this is Aaronm.. Aaron. He’s new here." I smiled at him, trying to ease the tension I felt burning from him.
    "Nice to meet you, Kyle. Carson has told me so much about you." Aaronmon smiled. My eyebrow rose. I never really mentioned Kyle to Aaronmon.
    "New from where? You have quite the accent." Kyle tightened his jaw.
    "He's from Canada," I blurted out. My face burned red. Canada? He didn't have anything close to a Canadian accent. Could someone just slap me?
    They both looked at me awkwardly, not even stirring the silence that surrounded us.
    "Yes, well we actually move around a lot. That was just the most recent move. Carson is actually a family friend." Aaronmon smiled. Why did he have to go and say that? 
    "So, what classes do you have?" Kyle asked looking at Aaronmon. Aaronmon proceeded down his schedule. I couldn't help but notice it was the same schedule as mine, minus girls P.E.
    "I guess you two will be spending a lot of time together," Kyle scoffed. I guessed he noticed, too. What