Free Deception by Cyndi Goodgame

idea.  It always happened that way.
    Ian reached over and grabbed my arm after Kin passed back by to sit down.  I instantly calmed.  I always did. The amount of incidences tripled over the last couple of days.
    Kin doubled back and leaned against Ian’s arm to break the connection between us.  When he was successful Ian leaned his chair back instantly standing. There was a standoff between two students in the middle of class and the teacher doesn’t seem concerned in the least. Needless to say, certain teachers are oblivious.
    Kin moved on the other side of my desk with my amulet in his hand.  I felt like a mouse in a trap and I was the cheese. By the look on Kin’s face, Kin wanted Ian to react violently.  Ian stared at him like he might snatching the necklace.   I heard the sound of his tongue clicking against his teeth, then laughing under his breath.  Then sound of fingers drumming on the desk in front of me that led to a peeved off Josie.  With her, it was probably just annoyance that I was involved. 
    I looked around.  No one else seemed bothered by the noise level or the fact that he was a thief.  Not even the new guy, Switch, who was forced to sit in the seat two desks behind me, seemed to care.  Arcing back to my seat, I was hoping the fiasco was over only to remember my paper was still gone. 
    A look at the teacher and then to Ian who was in his seat again showed he had the paper, as well as my pendant, in his hand.  “How?” I mouthed to him.  “Never mind,” I mouthed back turning away. This seemed to entertain Kin, but Ian’s eyes were shading to a venomous black. It was a trait he’d held as far back as I can remember where Kin was involved.     
    “Time.”  Coach took up the papers and decidedly passed out yesterday’s quiz. Today’s quiz was blank before me, nothing answered. Kin caught up to the nonverbal communication Ian was giving me about it and decided his input was important. “Harvard will not take you now, not that you would ever make it there.  You are doomed to a life of servitude, princess.” His whispered words were poison. He could die and no one would miss him. One day, he will be vanquished personally by me if I have anything to say or do about it. “Good girl status lowered to bad girl status, I like that!”
    Coach launched into some distant one-sided discussion about the thirteen colonies versus how the idea came about expanding to the states. Guessing he forgot what the worksheet was about everyone was half listening when a note floated in front of my face.  I peeked at Ian.  He wasn’t looking my way.  No one was.
    I opened the note.
     
    Want a study session after school?  We can make our own history.
     
    I looked back up searching for the note thrower, but had a good guess with the way it was written so sloppily.  It wasn’t the first note he’d thrown me.  Still not sure, I went back to listening to the coach hoping to just forget about it.  No such luck.
    Riiiing!   The bell rang and I was standing before my bag was packed. Kin was already too close and I felt his skin touch mine just underneath my elbow.  I pushed my bag between us pulling myself from his clasp.  I knew enough of my surroundings to shield him with my force field of hair as he was bending his tall muscle bound frame down to me.  “Well, want to make history with me?”
    “Kin, it is not that kind of history class.  Geography, jock strap, not war.” Though it felt like it at times. One soccer crony snorted, “I’ll give you a lesson in it. It will be good for you. I promise. Will be for me.”  He laughed as if he found this infinitely funny.
    Disgusting Y chromosomes. I heard a strange noise and registered several scents lingering besides man sweat. My nose was getting in gear. Sounds of a scuffle were near but nothing I could see. Except the sound of an animal. Err...Kin growling beside me, I wondered if he could tell who was fighting outside the