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In the cafeteria I sat with some of my new friends: Marc, the captain of the local pitchfork-hurling team, who kept asking me to go to a movie with him; Alyssa, his girlfriend, who was so friendly and open she kept finding reasons to brush her hand across my face and upper body, and Jimbo, who kept drawing my face in his notebook over and over and asking me what I thought about high school marriages. Oh, when would I ever find someone who liked me?

Then I saw him. Over against the wall, at a table by himself, was one boy like no other. He was easily 7 feet tall, looming over the rest of us like a god looking out over the world he has created. His noble brow and piercing gaze captured my heart instantly, and I found myself shamelessly looking him up and down. An intricate network of scars crisscrossed his skin, which was the color of the sea after a storm, and I was possessed of an overwhelming desire to trace those scars with my trembling fingers. His manly jaw hung slightly slack, and his deep black eyes stared into a distance I could not fathom. Everything about him was amazing. His powerful chest spoke of strength, his broad shoulders spoke of responsibility, the body mods at his neck - a pair of matched bolts - spoke of a taste for the exotic, and the way he was methodically shoving what looked like a quarter of a sheep into his mouth told me he was a man of powerful appetites but rigid self-control. I half-heartedly tried to get his attention by flinging a fork at him, but it bounced off his thick forehead without his notice.

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Lyzabeth Mary Sue Powers

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*chokes with laughter*

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