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everyone staring at me. I felt how a mouse must feel when it is backed into a corner by a cat and it’s waiting for the cat to pounce. I really did not want the entire student body pouncing on me. I knew there was nothing I could do or say to convince them that this wasn’t me, they wanted to believe the worst of me and so they would.
    I was sitting near the end of the row, only a few people between me and the aisle.  I grabbed my bag and pushed my way out. I didn’t look back as I fled the assembly hall, and as soon as the doors closed behind me, I ran.
    I ran until the only thing I could think about was how my legs ached and my lungs burned. I ran until I could no longer see that picture behind my eyes, of me and Tennyson Wilde and what had been implied. I didn’t even know where I was going, nowhere seemed safe or nice anymore. Everything seemed tainted.
    By the time my energy ran out and I stopped running, I looked around to see I was in the clearing behind the Golden House. That was not somewhere I wanted to be. The absolute last person in the universe I wanted to see right then was Tennyson Wilde.
    But it wasn’t Tennyson Wilde on the seat in the clearing.  It was Sam.
    He’d been waiting for me. Or, at least, he hadn’t run away when I’d gotten near and it’s not as if he didn’t hear me coming with all his super senses. Wow, that was confusing of him. He hadn’t exactly been seeking out my company lately. I wanted to be angry at him but I couldn't help the way my heart flip-flopped when he looked up at me. I looked away immediately.
    “Hey,” I said, kicking my foot in the dirt and trying to look as if I wasn’t sweating all over the place.
    “Hey,” he said. I didn’t look at him but he sounded as if he was smiling. “You okay?”
    I chanced a quick glance at him. “You know?”
    The jerk was grinning at me.
    “It’s not funny,” I said.
    He shrugged. “It’s a bit funny. T-son is your baby daddy?” He snorted.
    I wanted to be angry that Sam was laughing at my misery, only I knew that he wasn’t, he was laughing at the bullies and it cheered me up a bit. “I can’t believe anyone really calls him that.”
    “I can’t believe anyone would think you’d let him within a mile of you, have they not seen the two of you have a conversation? Now, if they’d said you’d punched him in the face, that I’d wonder about.”
    I held back a laugh, thinking that Tennyson Wilde had obviously not told anyone that I’d flicked him on the forehead. Maybe he’d blocked it from his memory. I hoped so, because I didn’t really want to face the consequences from it.
    “Besides,” he said, “anyone who’s ever met you would realize that it’s not really you posting that stuff. You’re not the kind of person to hold back on saying something directly.”
    I shrugged and edged my way into the clearing. “You seem to be the only one who thinks that.” I wasn’t sure how close to him I could get. Things felt natural with him, so much so that it was strange. We hadn’t really spent time together since before he had vanished, not really, so much had changed between us that it shouldn’t feel so easy to be around him. I wasn’t sure where the boundaries were with him anymore, because before there hadn’t been any at all.
    “I’m not, and anyone who thinks otherwise isn’t worth your time.”
    “That’s a nice concept,” I told him. “You can put it into practice next time everyone you know turns against you and let me know how it goes.”
    He flinched. I felt a bit bad, but not very bad because really, it wasn’t about him and if he actually cared, he could’ve shown it a bit sooner.
    I sighed and turned away. This conversation was pointless and confusing. My feelings about Sam seemed to change each time I took a breath. I loved him and wanted to be close to him but I had all this pent up resentment as well. There were all those issues with our parents and families and everything was just