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As she walked back to class, Lana felt insanely sluggish. The students around her pushed back and forth trying to move forward and soon Lana was one of the few remaining students left in the hallway. Her body felt tired and exhausted and soon found herself sliding down the lockers and curling into a ball, resting her head in the hoodie sleeves as she tried to catch her breath.

"Hey." A voice said above her and Lana slowly lifted her eyes up. Blinking at the sudden brightness she took in the large figure. His broad shoulders blocked the hallway light from her eyes and she was thankful. He reached a hand out to her and she took it. Faster than she would have liked he pulled her up, giving her a good second of air before landing on wobbly feet. "Why aren't you in class?" He asked, tilting his head to the side and shifting his light green eyes to hers. She blinked up at him, trying to remember why she wasn't in class.

"I got tired." She said looking down at the hoodie. "I think it's too heavy." A sad frown settled on her lips. She moved to take it off but the boy stopped her.

"Don't it looks good on you." Lana tilted her head quizzically, not understanding why that had a factor.

"But it's heavy, and it makes me tired." She yawned into the sleeve as a half side grin spread over his lips.

"Don't scream." She barely had time to furrow her brows before she was picked up again bride style. Used to being carried, she let him.

"I have Mr. Salamander next." She said, lifting her finger at a door on the other end of the hallway.

"You mean Mr. Salamer?" He raised his eyes amused as she nodded. "What a coincidence." He mumbled and walked through the door without knocking. "I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Salamer. I found her sleeping in the hallway and couldn't bare leaving her like that." He said, charm oozing out of his voice. Slowly he put Lana down, and she ever so slowly shuffled to her unspoken designated seat behind Jake.

While the class fawned over the student, Lana simply put her head down. The hoodie's scent had grown slightly stronger, she noticed snuggling her nose farther into the cloth. "That's very kind of you. Mr. Night, was it?" She looked up, finding herself curious for the stranger's name.

He looked over at Lana at the same time, a grin spreading wide across his lips once more. "Yeah, Luke Nights."