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the soft cry of the wind outside,
and I could feel electricity crackling in the air.
    He looked at me in question, like he was
seeing something he hadn’t before and was trying to figure out what
it meant. “That’s the sign of a great artist,” he said after a few
long seconds.
    “Thanks,” I said, looking down at the book
between us. “You can have one if you want.” I moved my hand across
the paper, grazing his in the process. The small bit of contact
sent a rush of heat up my arm. I paused, pulling my hand back
towards myself a moment later.
    “I probably shouldn’t take your homework,”
he said pulling his hand to his side as well. “Anyway, we should
start going over French since the test is coming up in three weeks.
From what I saw in class today, we’ve got a lot to cover.”
    “Right,” I said, trying to ignore the heat
lingering on my hand from where it had touched his seconds before.
“Although like I warned you earlier, I’m pretty hopeless.”
    He got up from the beanbag that we shared
and moved to the one next to me, pulling his French textbook out of
his bag. “And like I said earlier, I doubt that’s true.”
    I didn’t refute his comment, but the chance
of my doing decently on the upcoming test was as likely as winning
the lottery. However, since he seemed determined to help, I decided
to at least put forth the effort.
     
    * * *
     
    Focusing proved impossible, and my French
didn’t seem to improve in the slightest, despite Drew’s words of
encouragement. While I tried concentrating, all I could think about
was the upcoming double date, and whether or not I should mention
it.
    “So,” I said, looking up from my book.
“Chelsea told me you were coming to the movies with us tomorrow
night?” The statement came out as a question, and I cringed at what
an airhead I must have sounded like.
    “That’s the plan,” he said. “Unless you
don’t want me to come?”
    “No,” I stammered. “I do. I mean, Chelsea
does.”
    “I would hope so.” He laughed. “Since she
asked me.”
    I couldn’t think of a response, and not
wanting Jeremy to walk in during the study session, I looked at my
watch to see how much longer there was until soccer practice got
out. We had fifteen minutes, but I wanted to play it safe. Jeremy
wouldn’t react well if he walked in the library and discovered Drew
and I sitting close together on beanbags in the back room speaking
in French to each other.
    “Jeremy will be here soon,” I said,
disappointed that the study session had to end.
    “I would stay until he got here, but we
wouldn’t want to give him the wrong idea.” Drew winked, leaning
back in the beanbag.
    I stared at him, shocked at the implication.
“He wouldn’t care,” I lied.
    “Sure.” He smirked, not sounding
convinced.
    “Are you jealous?” I asked, amused by his
reaction.
    “Of Jeremy?” Drew laughed. “Never.”
    His response surprised me, and I had no idea
how to reply. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” I said, closing
my French book and packing it into my bag.
    “Goodbye, Elizabeth,” he said, grabbing his
bag and swinging it over his shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    I said bye and watched him walk out of the
room, finally able to think clearly once he was gone. Drew isn’t
interested in me , I reminded myself. He’s interested in
Chelsea .
    Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was
wrong. It would have made sense for him to say something to get me
to talk about Chelsea if he was interested in her, but he didn’t
mention her at all.
    Looked like I would just have to wait and
see how he acted with her on the double date tomorrow night.
     
    **End of Sneak Peak**
     
    I hope you liked the sneak peak of Remembrance ! Anything you read after this
point will be spoilers for the rest of the series, so I recommend
reading the Transcend Time Saga first before continuing. If you’ve
read the Transcend Time Saga, enjoy the bonus material!

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