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He stood at the school's front desk next to a woman filling out his school paperwork. The front desk lady gave him a paper to sign and he did so in one elegant gesture.

"Welcome to Clementon High Mr. Jordan," the front desk lady said with a smile, handing him his schedule. He smiled back and strolled out the room. With a quick flick of his hand and a few muttered words the woman that had been filling out his papers before disappeared into thin air. He didn't worry too much about onlookers.

"They are too distracted," he mumbled under his breath. They would forget the woman ever existed instantly. He slung his almost empty backpack over one shoulder and walked slowly to his first class

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Aria thumped her locker, frustrated with the sticky lock. It had made her late three times this month, and she couldn't risk getting another detention. Finally, it sprang open just as the warning bell rang. She quickly grabbed a notebook and stuffed it into her backpack. She raced towards her first-period class, her shoes echoing in the half empty hall. She arrived skidding into the classroom a few seconds after the last bell had rung, but the teacher was nowhere to be found. Aria ripped a sheet of paper out of a notebook and pretended to do the assignment displayed on the board. A few minutes later the teacher, Ms. Tony, a short woman with graying hair and a big mole on the neck that Aria suspected was what had scared the potential suitors Ms. Tony was always complaining about away, walked in.

"Good morning class, today we are going to learn..." Aria stopped listening to the all too familiar speech Ms. Tony gave every day telling the class what new and exciting algebra they would be learning that day.

The girl sitting next to her, Avery, nudged Aria squealing, "Isn't he cute!?" Avery was about to say more but realized who she had been talking to and turned away to squeal to the girl sitting in front of her. Aria sighed and glanced up when she did her heart did a little dance of recognition. It was the boy from her house.

I guess I didn't imagine him Aria thought glumly. Her attention snapped to Ms. Tony as she said, "Mr. Jordan you can sit at the empty desk in the back next to Miss. Saxon," pointing to Aria. All the girls eyed Aria wistfully and Avery squealed some more at the prospect of having the boy sitting anywhere near her. Aria sank lower in her chair. She had sat back here to avoid being noticed and she had almost succeeded, but her attempts were hopelessly useless. Everyone stared back and forth between her and the new boy. As he took the desk next to her he sat down with an air of satisfaction.

When Ms. Tony started to begin the lesson a few of her classmates turned back around, but most of them continued to stare. Ms. Tony had to clap her bony hands several times to get the classes attention away from the back of the room.

"Class, who knows the answer to this question?" As usual, no one raised their hand. There was a rustle of movement near Aria, and she turned to see that the new boy had raised his hand.

"Yes?" asked a flustered Ms. Tony. Confidently the boy gave an elaborate answer that Aria bets even Ms. Tony had gotten lost a few times. Slowly Ms. Tony nodded her head, "That is correct, Jax."

So his name was Jax, Jax Jorden. The name suited him. It suited his green eyes and dark hair that curled slightly behind his ears.

Aria was sure she had never seen him before today, but her pounding heart and prickling skin told her otherwise. She could feel a strong connection between them. He couldn't just be Jax Jordan, he had to be someone important. She would have to ask him no matter what it would take.

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