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with Zac the moment she walked out my door. But, it's not Amanda.
     
    I know who you are...Anala.
     
    The phone falls from my hand. I can't move. This must be what being in shock is like, and it's not a feeling I like. I haven't felt this out of control since I lost my parents. It is starting to piss me off. I will figure out what's going on, and I'll find out what Mr. Galloway has to do with it.

 
    The rest of the weekend was uneventful–thank God. There were no more lapses in memory (that I know of anyway), no more creepy texts. I'm feeling fine despite everything that's going on. A little...worn out. It was another feeling I wasn't used to. That seems to be happening a lot these days and that, too, is pissing me off. To say I'm a control freak is an understatement, so I need to get back in control of my life.
     

     
    This morning is dragging. Mondays usually do, but this is ridiculous. I can't seem to concentrate on anything. At least Amanda is talking to me again after verifying my story with Zac. I should be mad that she didn't just believe me, but, honestly, I have more important things to worry about. I just have to get through English class and then I'll finally get to history class.
    "You mourning?"
    I glance up to see Zac standing in front of me. He was smiling, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. I know he's thinking about the last time we were together. Looking in his eyes, I can tell it was all he had been thinking about all weekend.
    "Excuse me?"
    "All black today. You don't see that much here in Cali. Usually people go for light colors."
    My black slacks and black buttoned up shirt were comfortable for me. More so than the bright colors Zac spoke about. "I'm not that usual."
    " Isn't that the truth ." He says it under his breath, but it's loud and clear to me. I pretend not to hear him. No reason to make it even worse between us. "Black looks good on you. It makes your eyes look almost silver. It's nice."
    "Thanks. Look, Zac, about the other night..."
    "Don't. Nothing happened. It's all good."
    He smiles a little and then walks away. I always thought Zac Connor was a bit self-absorbed. I didn't realize until just then what a good guy he really was.
     

     
    "You okay with going in here? I mean, you're not still creeped out by Mr. Galloway are you?" Amanda is one of those who wore the bright colors you were supposed to wear. Her hot pink skirt with a soft pink baby tee was enough to make me sick to my stomach. Maybe it was because it reminded me of a certain antacid.
    "Nah, I got this." My smile is confident and cheerful. When you spend most of your life pretending you're something you're not, a fake smile is child's play. I glance in Galloway's direction and sure enough he was watching me. I match his gaze, turning up the heat, until he looks away. It seems I've succeeded at making him a little uncomfortable today. Ironically, I'm not sure if that makes me feel better or more confused about what was going on.
    "Have a seat ladies and gentlemen."
    Mr. Galloway stands and walks to the front of his desk. He looks the epitome of a teacher with his khaki pants and Argyle sweater vest over a light blue, long sleeved shirt. He's one of the younger teachers here, and with his light brown hair and hazel eyes, I would've thought he was good-looking enough if it weren't for that bit of spit on his bottom lip that stretched each time he spoke.
    "Today we're going to do something a bit different. We're going to learn about vampires."
    If it were possible, my heart would've stopped beating at that moment. The weirdness is getting absurd and, seriously, enough is enough.
    I raise my hand. "Mr. Galloway, this is history class not science fiction."
    "Science fiction, Ms. Gale?"
    "Vampires do not exist. History class is about what happened in the past, not about fictional monster stories."
    I can hear the murmurs of those around me. They know, as well as I do, that this was the longest conversation anyone has actually