"No," she said, shaking her head and laughing humorlessly. And just like that, she left the cafeteria.

   Two things I couldn't believe about this lunch period: One) She had resisted my compulsion... No one has ever been able to do that before. Never. Two) I didn't believe that she really wanted me to give up... Something about her body language said the antithesis of what her mouth was saying. And it didn't make sense.

   Classes were agonizing. In every class, I sit by her. I didn't talk to her, and she never made any attempt to speak to me either. Constantly, though, I peeked at her out of the corner of my eye. She just sat there in a daze, and never looked over to me.

   Finally, the last bell rang to release us, making me jump and startling me from my thoughts.

   I had been lost in thought for the past two hours. I just didn't believe it. I couldn't believe that anyone, even her, would make such a big deal out of something like what happened last night. They would have talked about it, explained.

   That wasn't the case right now, though. She was avoiding me entirely. There had to be more to it than that. I refused to believe that this was just about last night.

   "Seattle, a word please?" Mr. Norman asked quietly when the class had almost emptied. Seattle had almost been to the door. She glanced at me briefly as I passed,  probably wondering if I'd said something about the Avoided Topic of last night.

   "Yes?" she asked him quietly when she thought everyone was thoroughly out of earshot. I continued walking, not bothering to go to my locker.

   The ride to the Lodge was short. The elderly woman was not behind the counter right now, so there was no need to fake a polite smile.

The End

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