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already pulling into traffic. I sighed.
    “Ready?” Charlie asked, reaching out and taking my hand. Like every other time, it was strangely shocking, only this time, my knees went a little weak too. I glanced at him, and even though I tried to pull my hand away from his, I found I couldn’t even make my arm move.
    “I guess,” I replied, staring at our hands in shock. Why wouldn’t my arm move? Then it did move, and Charlie pulled me forward. Which was when I realized I was wearing Supergirl to his Superman. We must have looked ridiculous. Oh, God… Had we planned this? Maybe that’s why I’d wanted Kara Zor-El to lend me her strength. Maybe subconsciously, I’d remembered? Either way, as people glanced in our direction, I realized one thing. No one gave a damn what we were doing. Everyone was lost in their own little world. Thank everyone and everything.
    Still, something about the scene reminded me of how Connor had swooped in and picked me up on my first day. This sort of felt like someone was just copying the event, but that was crazy right? But this scene felt so unreal.
    I stopped in my tracks and craned my head back toward the campus, looking from face to face, but as I did so, I realized I couldn’t quite recognize anyone which was no surprise really. I took a hesitant step closer and looked at the nearest couple. One was a dark-skinned boy about six feet tall with close cropped hair wearing a white t-shirt. He seemed vaguely familiar, although I was pretty sure I hadn’t seen him before. The petite Asian girl sitting next to him also seemed familiar, and as I reached out trying to place her face, a lump settled in my throat. Was she the girl from the cyclops attack? The one Connor had taken to see the nurse? No, she couldn’t be, could she?
    “Lillim, we need to get to class,” Charlie said beside me, stepping closer so his body was nearly pressed against mine. It was a little disconcerting to find him so close, but as I tried to step away and create space, his arm snaked around my waist.
    “Um, I don’t think we’re this close,” I murmured, but he didn’t seem to hear me as he looked past me toward the couple and shook his head.
    “You definitely don’t want to get involved with those two. Nothing but drama.” His voice was strangely hard and angry below the surface. It was weird because he seemed angry with them although I wasn’t sure why.
    “Is that so?” I asked, trying to squirm out of his grip, but try as I might, I couldn’t get my body to work right. That didn’t make sense. Why did it seem like I could never quite make sense of things when Charlie was around?
    “Yeah,” he replied, pulling us through the painted orange steel doors and into the main building. “But don’t worry, I’ll help you navigate things.”
    “My hero,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.
    “Hey, I’m all about truth, justice, and like six other American values,” he said, poking himself in the chest with his thumb. The joke struck me as odd, reminding me of something Connor had said in that fictional high school experience, only the memory of that felt more real than this.
    I looked around at the poster covered walls but couldn’t clearly focus on any of them. I reached up with my free hand and rubbed my eyes as Charlie pulled me along. When I opened them again, the posters snapped into focus, all colorful paint on butcher’s paper declaring this event or that event.
    Charlie followed my gaze and smirked. “You know, I don’t have a date,” he replied, gesturing at the poster for the Sadie Hawkins dance. Only I had no idea what that was. “I’d be delighted.”
    “Delighted for what?” I asked, turning to look at him.
    “To go with you to the dance tomorrow.” He smiled wide enough to actually cause a shiver to run down my spine and not a good way. It was too predatory, too eager. For him to want me that much was wrong, least of which was because we barely knew each other, and real or not,