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burning and his lungs trying frantically to suck in enough air to keep
him going. He had to lead them away.
A shot ricocheted off a large rock nearby, splintering him with
fragments as he ran on, not daring to take the time to look back. If
he could get into the woods, he could probably lose them. Most of the
trees were decayed or fallen, and it was hard to navigate if you didnt
know your way around. There was a drop-off just a few hundred
yards past the tree line, with a series of shallow caves just underneath it.
He knew the safe way down; he just had to keep his lead.
Another shot rang out, and then another as a whoop went up from
one of his pursuers. Hed finally made the tree line, so he risked a
glance back, his green eyes wide and frightened. Theyd broken off
pursuit and were now running back, meeting the other members of
their band as they dragged someone, kicking and screaming, down to
the edge of the riverbank.
Theyd found her.
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Remnant
more painful than being forced to sit on a cold metal folding chair
in front of a home improvement store selling candy for the Spanish Club. Slightly higher on that list would be a root canal without anesthesia, and sitting at the candy-selling table when no
one brought the candy.
I dont know how I let you talk me into this, I grumble, folding my arms and sliding down on my chair.
Its not my fault, Ben answers. Hes on the phone with Mr.
Fielding, sponsor of the Spanish Club, who seems as clueless as
we are about the whole situation.
I roll my eyes and reach into my backpack to pull out my
favorite Moleskine journal. I might as well get some writing done
while were waiting. Ive had an idea burning in my head since I
woke up this morning, and I know if I dont get it down on paper,
Im going to lose it.
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half hour. Clearly hes too concerned with candy to worry much
about fashion. I smile apologetically.
Any minute now, I promise, silently vowing to myself I will
never volunteer for this stuff again, no matter how pathetically
Ben begs me to.
You said that last time I asked, the guy persists.
You can buy candy next door at the dollar store, you know,
Ben points out.
They dont have Giant Pixy Stix, the guy gripes, then lumbers off.
Ben leans in and lowers his voice.
If he asks me one more time . . .
Be nice, I say. Weve been promising him five minutes for
half an hour now.
Howd we get talked into this, anyway? he complains.
I look over at him with raised brows. You volunteered.
Why in hell did I do that?
You volunteered both of us, I add. Then I drop my voice in
pitch to mimic him. Mr. Fielding? Jessa and I can take the first
shift. We dont have anything better to do. Like homework. Or
a social life, in general.
Im not enough social life for you?
I give him a look and check my phone for the time once more.
Im only kidding you, St. Clair. He reaches out to playfully
punch my arm. If you had somewhere else to be, you could have
told me. Idve picked a different shift.
What if somewhere else to be was anywhere but here?
I grumble. This chair is hard. And cold. Its messing with my
concentration.
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Youd never know Ben was such a nerd. Hes over six feet,
muscular but not bulky, with raven hair and deep-brown eyes.
Basically hes the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. His
mother is native Hawaiian, and Ben has that great allover tan that
came with his islander heritage.
Ill keep that in mind, I promise. You can star in my next
novelthe one that will be published after I die on a cold metal
chair.
Well, the candy is supposedly on its way, courtesy of the
brother of a friend of Mr. Fieldings.
Thats not helping us, I fume. Weve got people staring at
us with hunger in their eyes, and thats not because Im looking
hot today. They need their chocolate.
Speaking of hunger . . . you wanna hit Mugsys after this?
Cant today. I have to get right home. I promised Danny Id
help him make some of the decorations for the party at the library
next week, and I have to get that translation project done for
Spanish.
Did he get Volunteer of the Year again?
Yes, but this is the librarys birthday party. Fifty years. Which
is only half as long as weve been sitting at this table.
He leans back on his chair, tilting dangerously on the uneven
concrete. Im fixing to leave and grab McDonalds if they dont
show up soon. I was planning on eating candy for dinner, but I
guess thats a bust.
I cant help but smile. Ben always uses that phrase. Hes fixing
to go or fixing to do stuff all the time.
Candy isnt dinner, I remind him. How about Mugsys
tomorrow after school?
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as he rocks gently back and forth. The table is rocking with him,
but its not a big dealweve got nothing on it anyway.
I shift again on the hard chair, and my hand moves unconsciously to rest on my journal.
Green eyes, so clear theyre like looking at the bottom of a mountain lake, where the rocks are covered in moss. He jumps off the ski
lift and pushes the hair out of his eyes and then . . . and then . . .
Youre zoning out on me again, St. Clair, Ben teases.
Its gone. The perfect half-formed story in my head and its
gone now. My fingers curl into a frustrated fist, but I make myself
smile so Ben doesnt see that he irritated me. Its not his fault.
My mind replays the dream in my head once more, and I
see him. I have vague memories of calling my dream guy by
name, but that name vanished before I woke. Its frustrating
in the extreme.
Whens the candy going to be here? This from one of two
girls in drill team uniforms, who are madly texting as they wait
near the front of the table.
It wont be long, Ben reassures them.
Do they know what happened to the delivery? asks the guy
in the red shirt again.
It was supposed to have gotten to the school earlier today,
but the truck broke down, Ben says. Its possible thats just a
cover and theyre driving it straight to Tijuana to sell it on the
black market.
I pinch Bens leg under the table and bite my lip to keep from
laughing as Red Shirt Guy stomps off in a huff, and then I hastily
scrawl out a sign for the remaining masses who still dont realize
that this is, in fact, just a table and not a candy table. Maybe if
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we tell them to come back in half an hour, the candy will finally
arrive. Then Ben could deal with them instead of me, since I
only agreed to do the first half of the shift.
Once the sign is taped to the end of the table, I open up my
journal and stare at my list again.
Dark hair, green eyes . . .
I pull out my phone and aimlessly Google Top Boy Baby
Names to see if I might recognize something, or maybe find one
I can use that seems to fit the person in my head. None of them
feel right, so I guess Ill just keep calling him Green Eyes for now.
Hes the face I see in every story. The name has to be perfect.
This was someone Ive seen before, but where? Thats what
dreams are, anyway, according to my creative writing teacher.
She claims that your subconscious holds the memories of people
youve met or even seen on the street or on TV, and then creates
scenarios for you to live out in your dreams, featuring all of them.
You never really dream of anyone unknown. So what was my
subconscious trying to tell me?
Probably to get a life, I think.
Fingers tickle my neck and break me out of my thoughts.
Ishrug in reaction, and Ben lets out a low chuckle.
Is it time to go already? I ask hopefully.
Nice try. I think this is the goods.
Sure enough, a van rolls up and the delivery guy hops out
and starts unloading.
I turn around in my chair to look at the boxes of candy being
set down behind me.
Sorry Im so late, Delivery Guy says. Traffic.
No problem. Everyone! Ben exclaims, getting to his feet
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behind the table. Candy tables open! Just give us a few minutes
to set up!
He rips off the sign I just made, and then he picks up my journal and hands it to me. Lets clear this off and you just start handing me stuff, he suggests.
I shove the journal into my bag and get out of my chair to start
opening boxes. I turn just as the delivery guy is straightening back
up, and the world suddenly tilts on its axis as I see who is leaning
against the wall of the store, just behind the delivery guy.
Dark hair. Green eyes.
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I look over at the wall, where my mystery guy had been standing, and hes gone. I blink hard, and stare even harder, like Im
trying to will him to be there.
You with me, St. Clair?
Huh? I look back at him. Yeah, I guess I can give you ten
more minutes.
You did just finally get the chair warm, he points out. He
cranes his neck to look over his shoulder, following my gaze.
What are you looking at? You look like youve seen a ghost.
I just . . . it was nothing, I finish lamely. I reach for the little
metal box were keeping the money in, and hand Red Shirt
Guy three Giant Pixy Stix. The next several minutes pass in a
flurry of candy and money changing hands until the crowd
thins out.
Did I imagine him? I look back over my shoulder once more.
Hes not there.
But he could have gone into the store. Maybe hes shopping.
What time is it? I ask Ben as I reach for my bag again.
He looks over at me as he rummages through a pile of
licorice.
Its almost five thirty.
Crap! I jump to my feet. My mom will be here any minute.
I have to go, Ben. Im sorryI know youre swamped but I cant
stay. Ill make it up to you!
Ben raises a hand thats clutching a half dozen Twizzlers.
You owe me big! he calls out before he turns back to the table.
I dont have long to try to find him before my mom shows up
to whisk me away. Its doubtful that hes still around. I could look
in the store. Its worth a try.
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