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    “Nope.  Not the bad boy type.  He has too many mysteries about him I can’t solve.”
    That’s right and will remain so.  For now!
    “Hmm!  Isn’t that what makes him so irresistible?” Grace said rather seductively.  I heard her mind searching for where I went.  She was worried I was listening.
    Without a doubt dear Grace.
    After cornering Kinsler in the bathroom for a little chat, I headed to Geography replaying this last conversation between the girls.  Kinsler wasn’t keen on the talk, but it would hold him over till the next infraction.  Class was quiet so it served its purpose apparently.  But chemistry class was a little more interesting than it had ever been. 
    “Let’s make some chemistry.” Kinsler’s disgusting mind warped everything into something dirty and horrid.  I hated that he could do this to her.  I wanted to smash something to tiny pieces, preferably Kinsler’s damn prettyboy face.  
    My threshold for tolerance was bust about five hundred insults back but this close to the target goal held me in check.  Kinsler knew this.  I knew this.  He played with the embers that would be close enough to the fire I couldn’t touch. Over and over again all friggin’ day long.
    Internally, right in the middle of class, she asked me for help at this point with her eyes throwing me off enough I had to blink back into focus.  I took her arm and led her to the back lab desk forcing Kinsler up front by the time his arrogance stopped to look around and see her gone from his clutches. I watched him crane his neck to watch her from his desk to where we were in the back.  Her head turned to Pike, Christian to her, who was at her side and she thought of a campfire again.  Why did she do that with him?  It was very odd. 
    She leaned back into me and turned her head landing it closer to my face than she thought it would land.  I admit I leaned a little in her direction myself seeking a thrill moment.  Her mind filled with longing for the woods and possibly a hike then just as fast rechanneled to considering herself being rescued from Kinsler and she was appreciative. 
    “What kind of chemistry do you want to make?” I breathed on her cheek wanting to correct any lingering bad thoughts of Kinsler she might have.  My annoying long eyelashes brushed her cheek and she gasped.  The sweet sound of it nearly undid me.
    I’d have to bench press a thousand pounds to release the tension my body held.  She could make me a-bomb with more emotions in a single moment with just her pretty eyes and little soft sounds.
    Her heart fluttered and her mind raced with a million things she didn’t want to admit to herself out of fear and self-preservation of her heart.
    She backed away turning and trying to focus on the lab and what the teacher was giving for instructions.  I kept my eyes steady on her hoping she would risk a glimpse in my direction after leaning back just enough to be sure my face was farther out of her sideways glance.  I didn’t move a muscle.  She trembled.  I didn’t do anything and she still reacted that way.  Intense and long was the stolen moment as my leg brushed against hers and when both of us jumped slightly in our chairs, the air left both of us in quite possibly the longest ever in-sync audible sigh.
    Then, Grace relaxed against me as if more than just my hand had the calming power I held over her.  Did everything affect her that way?  I wanted to test every single part of her body with my own.
    That power had been there since kindergarten and then it was annoying but formed a friendship that would start as strategy and turn one day into obsession.  It wasn’t like that with anyone else, and I’d never told anything to anyone about it otherwise.  Some secrets get you killed.  I figured that might well be one of them.   She watched me as I watched her during the entire class. 
      Her mind wandered back to the first day of class when I forced our partnership