Different

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Focusing in class with her sitting next to me was impossible. It was like my body was extra aware of everything she did: every move, every breath, the way she wrote, and the way she blinked.

I sound like a stalker, I thought.

You are not a stalker. She is ours, a voice replied.

Woah Woah Woah Woah. Where did that come from? Great. First my bodyis out of wack and all extra alert and now I'm hearing voices.

I sighed softly while glanincg at her from the corner of my eye.

Skylar. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Her skin was a dark caramel like color that was complimented by her black hair so well. I just wished she would look over at me so I could look at her eyes some more.

"--n't forget to do your homework for tomorrow. I wrote it up on the board so there will be no excuses", Mr. Colt said, getig my attention while the bell rang and people started to pack up. I quickly went to jot down the pages and packed up my bag. Looking up, I saw that Skylar had just left the room.

Well there goes my chance.

You fool! Go after her! This voice does have a point. I quickly got up, shot out into the hall and was able to catch up to her.

"Hey Skylar."

"Hey. It's Dominic, right? Sorry. I am so bad with names. Especially in a new places."

"Don't worry about it. But yeah, it's Dominic. I was coming over to ask if you needed help getting around to your classes. The school is pretty big and it is easy to get lost." I offered.

"That would be great actually. Do you know how to get to room 216 from here?" she asked gratefully.

"Yea sure. Follow me."

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"Well here you are. I'll meet you out here after your class."

"Oh you don't have to do tha-"

"No no no. I promised to be your personal guide and I will do just that." I said. "now you go into class and I wilk see you later."

"But Dom, I ju-"

BRIIIIIIIIIIIIING

"Saved by the bell. See you later." I winked and walked off.

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I could barely focus in class. All I could think about was Skylar. The way she walked, the way she talked. even the way she dipped her head shyly had me mesmerized.

"Mr. Matthews, Aimeriez-vous partager ce qui a vous si distrait pendant ma classe?" Madame Poirier asked me. (Would you like to share what has you distracted in my class? )

"Je suis désolé madame. Je ne voulais pas" (I am sorry Madame. I did not mean to)

Madame just nodded and turned back to the board. That was close.

Why am I thinking so hard about a girl I just met? This isn't right.

Of course it is right. She is ours. Not this voice again. What does it mean by ours? I barely even know her let alone know if she is spoken for.

The thought of her dating someone else just made my chest hurt. Rubbing my chest, I wondered what was going on with my body

You should speak to your father. Finally something this voice and I can agree on. I was going to talk to my father as soon as I got home.