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don't know.  I can't tell my parents.  I feel really embarrassed and ashamed.  I don't think I could tell them.”
    “Hey, this guy came into your home.  You're the victim here.”
    “I just don't want to get into it with my parents. My mom will be disappointed I let it go this far.”
    Dahlia put her arm around me.  “Are you sure it's not Jordan?  That sounds like something he would do.”
    “No. It wasn’t him. I’d have known.”
    “Maybe its yummy Patrick. He’d have a key to your house, wouldn’t he?” Ivy asked.
    I didn’t want to consider it being Patrick. He was nice and charming and respectful. And I didn’t think he’d do anything like this, especially since it would jeopardize his job. No, I couldn’t believe it was him.
    “All I know is I’m putting a stop to it, whoever it is.”
    The rest of the day went by in a blur. I couldn’t concentrate on much. Thankfully, my classes had been light, as we were nearing the end of the school term. I had finals in two weeks and I figured I was almost prepared for them.  A few long nights of cramming and I’d be good to go.
    I parked in front of my house, and got out. Dahlia and Ivy had wanted me to hang out with them at the mall after school, but I just wasn't feeling up to it. I needed to get my tee and shorts on and go for a long hard run to clear my head.
    Before I could walk up the sidewalk to my front door, a jeep pulled up and parked behind my car, and Jordan got out.
    “What do you want, Jordan?”
    He joined me on the lawn. “You didn’t call me.”
    “I've been busy.”
    “Why are you playing games?”
    I frowned. “Excuse me?”
    “One minute you're cold, the next you're hot.  I can't keep up with you.”
    “I’m not asking you to.”
    He ran a hand through his hair.  “So are we going to get together or what?”
    “No.” I turned to walk up the lawn to the front door, but he reached out and snatched my arm.
    “Don’t walk away from me.”
    “Let go, you're hurting me.” I’d never seen Jordan look at me like this before. Other boys on occasion. There was fury behind his eyes. And the quirk of his lips just made it worse. As if he enjoyed hurting me.
    “I'll do more than hurt your arm, if you ever walk away from me again.”
    I tried to pull away from him. “Let go!”
    He yanked me to him, pulling me off balance. I struggled in his grip, then turned and kicked him hard in the shin. It wasn’t enough for him to let go of my arm. He lifted his other hand as if he was going to hit me.
    But he never got a chance.
    Devon stepped in beside me and grabbed Jordan’s arm. “Let her go.”
    Jordan did let my arm go and stepped back. “What are you going to do about it, freak?”
    “This.” Devon cocked his arm back and punched Jordan square in the face.
    Blood erupted from his nose. He bent over and grabbed it with his hands.
    “You fucker! You’ll pay for this.”
    “I don't doubt it, but I suspect it won’t be today.”
    With blood dripping down his chin, Jordan glared at both me and Devon. Then he turned and walked back to his jeep, and got in. Within seconds, he peeled away from the curb and roared down the street nearly hitting another car coming from the opposite direction.
    I whirled on Devon. “What are you doing here?”
    “What? No thank you?”
    “Are you stalking me?”
    He smiled at that. “Wow, you sure do think a lot about yourself, don’t you?”
    I stared at him, still clutching my book bag to my chest. I didn’t know what to think about him. He was just so infuriating. When I thought he had done something nice for me, he came off as a complete jerk.
    “Thank you for helping me.”
    He looked me over, his gaze resting on my arm. I looked down at it and noticed finger marks on my flesh. “Does it hurt?”
    I shook my head. “No, I’m fine.”
    “Good.” He turned and started to walk away from me.
    “Devon?”
    He stopped and turned to look at me.
    “I’m really glad you were here.”
    He