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    She twisted back to look at the front of the class. Mrs.
    Mil burn
    was
    talking,
    something
    about
    trigonometric functions and probability equations. Laura tried to focus, but her entire mind was racing with questions about Logan. What had prompted him to make such a drastic difference? Was al of last week just an act? Why did he look so much more vibrant al of sudden? It was like he underwent a weekend transformation, and came out of it a completely different person.
    More importantly, though, she was trying to figure out what she would say to him. And what he would say to her . He told her quite clearly that they’d talk after class. Did he want to clear the air regarding what happened on Thursday? Laura couldn’t imagine it being anything else.
    Suddenly she became uncomfortably conscious of
    the fact that he was sitting behind her. Meaning he could very easily be watching whatever she did. Not that she was doing much, sitting there pretending to pay attention to the teacher, but the possibility of his eyes being on her made her rigid. She felt awkward. Slowly, the clock ticked away anxious-ridden minutes leading her closer and closer to the end of class. Would Logan want to talk with her right away?
    Or would he wait until their detention session with her afterschool? She wasn’t sure. She knew she wanted to talk to him as soon as possible, before – but now she wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t even sure who she would be talking to – would this new, more confident version of Logan act differently with her than before?
    Final y, the bel announcing the end of class rang, stopping Mrs. Mil burn mid-sentence. She looked mildly annoyed, but didn’t protest when her students started getting up. Laura sat stil in her seat. If Logan wanted to speak with her right now, she didn’t want to rush out prematurely.
    “Laura.”
    She looked up, and saw Logan standing beside her. For a split-second she thought she could see a golden-red halo surrounding the pupils of his eyes, but it went away as soon as she shifted in her seat. Probably just a strange reflection of the light.
    “Hi, Logan,” she said.
    “We need to talk,” he said seriously. “Would you come with me?” And without waiting for an answer he started walking away, leaving Laura to scramble to get her belongings into her bag before rushing after him.
    She caught up outside the classroom, where he stood with one shoulder leaning against a locker. On seeing her, he nodded to one side and proceeded to walk in that direction. Laura had to push her way through the mass of bodies in the hal way to keep up. Not losing sight of him was easy, though. He stood nearly a head tal er than everyone else.
    She trailed after him, wondering where he was taking her. She knew the hal ways of the school like the back of her hand, but couldn’t figure out where they were going. Plus, the longer they walked, the less time they had before they had to go to their next class.
    Eventual y he stopped, pul ed open a door, and ducked inside. Laura paused before fol owing. She had never noticed that particular door before. Bodies continued to mil around her, and she was jerked to and fro by the crowds. Wel , there was no use in waiting. She twisted the doorknob, and walked inside.
    It was a smal room with a single row of lights. A stack of chairs stood in one corner coated in dust, but otherwise it was empty. Logan leaned casual y against the far wal , and smiled as he saw her.
    “What is this room?” Laura asked suspiciously.
    “I’ve never been here before.”
    “Just as wel . I stumbled upon it last week, when I was searching for a particular classroom. I thought we’d have some privacy here.”
    “I mean, I guess…” Laura began, “…but we don’t actual y have much time. I have to get to next class soon, and so do you, I think.”
    “Yes, I know,” he replied. “But I didn’t want to talk to you where anybody else could hear.”
    “Why not?”
    He paused for a