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Most teens turn sixteen and get the license to drive, but Lil Falcon gets the license to kill demons. Orphaned as a child and raised by an eccentric grandfather, Lil is concerned with surviving high school and is unaware that she's a Guardian-a being with super powers charged with killing demons and protecting humanity. When she meets Bran, a mysterious boy with amazing abilities, his psi energy unlocks her latent powers. But Bran has a secret that can ruin their growing relationship, and the truth she discovers may destroy everything she believes in unless she finds the right balance between love and sacrifice

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Deleted Scene From Hunted by Ednah Walters

I did what I usually did with Bran—I let my energy gently stroke his. Sykes stiffened and slowly leaned back, something flashing in the depth of his hazel eyes. I winched, regretting the impulsive gesture. “Sorry.”

“What was that?” he asked in a shaken voice.

I shook my head. “Nothing. I have to go. We are having dinner with the other Cardinals.”

“You are running away. What did you do to me?” There was wonder and wildness in his eyes. “I can still feel its effect.”

“Forget it, Sykes.”

“Can I come over to your place to talk?”

I shook my head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Please. Leaving my parents was…traumatic.”

I bit my lower lip. Bad idea on so many levels. “Give me about ten minutes to shower and change.”

 

***

 

I laid out what I planned to wear—a beautiful gypsy skirt and top, lacy panties and a matching bra—then hopped into the shower. I wished I hadn’t removed the cute French braid Izzy’s hairdresser had done on my hair. I brushed through the curly mass and wrapped it with a towel as I stepped out of the shower. I reached for the terry robe and froze. A quick psi scan and I knew I wasn’t alone.

Sykes was in my room.

Tightening the belt around me, I stepped into my bedroom. He stood by my bed with his hands in his back pockets, busy studying my clothes.

“What are you doing?”

He smirked naughtily. “You said I could stop by.”

“I asked for ten minutes. Out.” He was such an opportunist. I quickly gathered my clothes, glared at him and started back for the bathroom.

“It’s been thirteen minutes already,” he said in his defense.

“So? You’re supposed to ping me first before entering my bedroom. Not just waltz in.” I shot him another mean look and froze. He was twirling my lacy panties around his finger. Growling, I marched back and snatched them from his hand. “Leave.”

I was calmer by the time I finished getting dressed. Sykes was sprawled on my lounge when I left the bathroom. My first reaction was to scold him, but I couldn’t. Besides, he had his hand across his face and this time, I could feel his sadness.

“Come on. Let’s go to the kitchen for a drink and talk. And just so you know, I’m beginning to question why I agreed to this.”

He lifted his hand and grinned. “You would never kick out a wounded dog.”

“You are a dog all right. Wounded? I don’t think so.”

“How can you say that? Mom took all this Tribe mess and sealed portal thing pretty hard. Dad was stoic. For once, I wish I have a sister or brother for them to focus on now that I’m out here.”

That was big coming from him. He loved being the center of his parents’ attention. In the kitchen, I headed straight to the fridge. “Do you want pop or juice?”

“Pop. So that thing you did back in the pit—?”

“It’s no big deal,” I said as I opened the fridge. He got up from the stool and started around the counter.

“What did you do? Can you do it again?”

After the reaction I got? I didn’t think so. “Nope. I invited you here for a talk and a drink, not an experiment.”

 “Can I have a drink too?” a voice asked from the living room doorway.

I turned and smiled with relief at Remy. “Sure.”

“We’re talking here, Remy. Get lost.”

Remy flipped him off, plopped on a stool and dropped his head on the counter. “What I’d give to be an only child.”

Sykes and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. I explained to the bewildered Remy why. He had four sisters, who tended to drive him nuts.

“I had to promise them to get back home in one piece,” he said, opening the can of coke I’d given him.

Sykes chugged his then wiped his lips. “My parents too. We’d better nuke those bastards.”

“And give them one way ticket to Tartarus,” Remy added.

If they only knew. The truth was going to shock them. I wished I could tell them everything. I hated keeping secrets.

“We’ve been invited to dinner by Cardinal Esras, the head of Southeast Sector,” I said when there was a lull in their conversation.

“Why?” Sykes asked.

“So we can get to know each other. Are the girls back yet?”

Remy stood. “I don’t know. When and where is this dinner?”

“At Cardinal Hsia’s. They didn’t decide on the time because you guys were gone.” A quick scan told me Izzy and Kim weren’t back yet, “I can ping you with the time after I talk to the girls and Esras.”

“That’s my cue. I’m heading home to shower.” Remy looked at Sykes, who looked like he was glued to the stool.

“Take him with you,” I begged.

Sykes expression was serious as he got up. “We’ll still discuss you-know-what.”

I sighed with relief when he left with Remy. Never again was I going to pull that stunt. Or hug him. Back in my bedroom, I picked up the book on Goddess Xenia and curled up on my bed.

Deleted Scene from Hunted

“You look like you want to punch someone,” Remy said.

“Yeah,” Sykes added, dropping beside me on the bench. “Didn’t you sleep?”

“Sleep has nothing to do with it. My life sucks.”

They stared, not masking their shock. I tended not to whine about stuff, except to Bran.

“That’s extreme. Did you and Llyr have a fight?” Remy asked.

“Want me to hunt him down and beat the crap out of him,” Sykes added.

I rolled my eyes. “This has nothing to do with Bran. I just found out I’m Goddess Xenia’s vessel.” I expected amazement or, at the very least, utter disbelief. They just shrugged. I jumped, faced them and glared. “What kind of lame response is that? Shrugs? I just told you I am Goddess Xenia’s vessel. It is freaking me out.”

Remy made a face. “Why? You’ve known since you joined the program.”

I shook my head. “No-oo.”

“Uh, Red,” Sykes said slowly, getting up to peer at me, his hand hands resting on my shoulders. “You are the Chosen One, and everyone knows the Chosen One would one day be her vessel.”

“Everyone but me,” I snapped. “Why is that? Is it a conspiracy?”

Silence followed.

“Forget it.” I sighed, feeling terrible for getting mad. “I shouldn’t take out my frustration on you guys. You probably grew up hearing about all this while everything is new to me.”

“We did,” Remy said. “How did you find out?”

On a different day, I would have balked at removing my T-shirt in their presence despite the sports bra. I turned around, removed my shirt and showed them my back. “It started with this.” They didn’t say anything. I pulled my shirt back on and faced them. “Did you see the writing?”

“Uh, no,” Remy said slowly.

Sykes frowned.

 The writings were gone? What did that mean?

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BLURB:
Bran and Lil may have escaped an attempt to lure Lil to the dark side, and recovered the contracts damned people signed with Bran when he was a soul collector, but someone forgot to tell them that no one switches sides or cancels contracts without consequences.

Hunted by an unknown but powerful enemy, Lil, Bran and the Guardians must seek help from unlikely sources to avert total annihilation of the Guardians. When they finally face their enemy, one of them may have to make the ultimate sacrifice

Meet Sykes

MEET SYKES:
Teen Guardian with the ability to manipulate fire, energy and women...his words, not mine
(This interview first appeared on Katrina Whittaker's Page Flipperz YA

 

 

Katrina walks into the room to find Sykes sprawled on her chair, feet up on her desk and eyes closed. Dressed in relaxed jeans and a gray T-shirt Katrina had seen on a teen model on the cover of a trendy magazine, he looks like a fallen angel.

Not sure whether to wake him or not, Katrina stares, wishing she were a teenager again and he was her…

Sykes (eyelids lift to reveal sparkling amber eyes): Don’t stop now. You were getting to the interesting part. I were your…?

Katrina (blushes and fakes outrage): You are reading my thoughts?

Sykes (feet leaves her desk then he stands up…six-foot-two of pure muscles, eyes still twinkling): Of course. It’s the best way to pass time. Wouldn’t you do it if you had a chance?

Katrina (laughs): You’re impossible.

Sykes (walks to where she stands and gives her a hug): That’s my middle name, Katrina. Besides, I feel like I can be myself with you. Ednah thinks you rock.

Katrina (closes her eyes and inhales…ooh, he smells so good): She does?

Sykes (steps away from her and sits on her desk): Of course. You help her tell the world about our exploits. Anyone who sticks it to the High Council and their outdated rule about keeping our existence a secret is a friend in my book.

Katrina (chuckles and walks around to sit on her chair): Oh, okay. Then let’s break more rules.

Sykes (rubs his hands): Great! How about you and I run away together.

Katrina (tries to give him a stern look but fails miserably): I think your friends might miss you. After all, you are a powerful Guardian.

Sykes (cocks his brow):  Who cares about being a Guardian when we can be with someone you love.

Katrina (blows out air): Okay, enough with the flirting. Let’s get down to business.

Sykes (eyes narrows): Have you been talking to Lil?

Katrina: No. Why?

Sykes: She uses that same tone when she wants me to do something. (sighs dramatically then gets off the table and takes the chair across from Katrina). Okay, I’m all yours. No, I could have been if you were adventurous, but since you choose to be difficult, we’ll do things your way. Ask me anything.

Katrina: First, would you like something to drink…tea, soda, coffee. Name your poison.

Sykes (gives her a slow smile): Pretty women, so I’m good.

Katrina (blushes again): You know we won’t get this interview done if you keep flirting with me. Lil won’t like it if we don’t do this.

Sykes (gives her a censoring look): Okay. Fine. I’ll behave.

Katrina: She’s your Achilles’ heel, isn’t she?

Sykes (shakes his head): No comment. Next question.

Katrina (picks up a paper from her desk and glances at it):  How does it feel to be a Guardian?

Sykes: Great! Train till you drop, live for hundreds of years, no worries about money and kick demons’ asses…I can’t imagine doing anything better. No, I can, but I need a willing woman.

Katrina (shakes her head):  What’s the coolest thing about your powers?

 Sykes (raises his right hand and a blue energy ball the size of a soccer ball materializes. He grins at Katrina):  What do you think?

Katrina: I think you’re amazing.

Sykes (smirks): I can make it bigger if you like. Bigger is better, right?

Katrina (giggles): No, that’s fine. Let’s talk about Lil. She has all the abilities of a great guardian, and her powers are stronger than all of you guys’ combined. Does this bother you at all? (Raise her eyebrows) Maybe even scare you a little?

Sykes (grins): No, I think powerful women are hot, so she doesn’t scare me. Also, Lil is very caring and would never hurt anyone,  not deliberately.

Katrina: What do you think about the demons loyal to her? Are you worried?

Sykes (shakes his head): I’m not because if they step out of line, she’ll blast them straight to Tartarus. You have to see her battle to realize she takes no crap from demons.

Katrina: We know you like her. A lot. Can you tell us more about your feelings for her?

Sykes (grins): Who wouldn’t be attracted to Lil? She’s awesome, gorgeous and powerful.  Even Remy would have gone after her, but I told him she was mine the moment we met. I didn’t know about Bran at the time. (The smile disappears from his face, eyes become dull). He doesn’t deserve her.

Katrina (sighs): What would you tell her if you had a chance?

Sykes (stares at the ceiling then at Katrina, his expression serious): I’d never make her shed a single tear or give her a reason to worry. (shudders). Enough with morbid topics. Ask me something fun.

Katrina: Why do you like to piss off Bran when you can just ignore him?

Sykes (smirks): Because it’s fun. I like to remind him I will be there for Lil when she kicks him out.

Katrina: Do you think that will ever happen?

Sykes:  Oh yeah. I have a whole team of people rooting for me. Are you on my team?

Katrina: Of course.  What do you think about your group of guardians?

Sykes: The best team ever. Remy may be anal but he’s a great strategist. I’m not his number one fan, but Bran is more experienced than us and is great during a battle. Izzy and Kim are awesome too, and hot.

Katrina: Would you date either of them?

Sykes: Hell no.

Katrina (laughing): Why not?

Sykes (shudders): They have too much attitude, mouthy.

Katrina: Your favorite pastimes?

Sykes: Fight demons…video games…hooking up. Not necessarily in that order.

Katrina: Favorite video game?

Sykes: Halo, Call of Duty

Katrina: Favorite Food?

Sykes: Pasta.

Katrina: Favorite TV series?

Sykes: Don’t have time, but I catch Supernatural now and then. Funny series. They have a few facts straight.

Katrina: Music

Sykes (sticks out a leg and pretends to play a guitar while nodding his head): Zeppelin, Aerosmith, Ac/dc…classic rock all the way.

Katrina: How long do you think the feud between demons and Guardians will last?

Sykes: Eternity, unless the powers-that-be decides enough is enough. I don’t mind. I’d rather go out smoking a demon or… (winks)… hooking up with a beautiful woman. Then there’s always the chance that Lil will come through and fulfill her destiny.

Katrina(laughing and gets up): I hope so, because we’re stuck right in the middle of your war. Thank you for this wonderful interview. We should do it again.

Sykes (jumps to his feet): Yes, let’s. (Walks to her side and gives her another hug) Remember, I’m available if you ever decide to be adventurous.

Katrina grins, as he steps away from her. He salutes then teleports.

Hunted to be released

Well everyone. For the moment that I have been waiting for. Hunted by Ednah Walters is being released on April 2nd. I am so happy and I can not wait to see what Ednah has in store for us fans in this next installment to the Guardian Legacy series.

 

Product description from Amazon:

 

Bran and Lil may have escaped an attempt to lure Lil to the dark side, and recovered the contracts damned people signed with Bran when he was a soul collector, but someone forgot to tell them that no one switches sides or cancels contracts without consequences.

Hunted by an unknown but powerful enemy, Lil, Bran and the Guardians must seek help from unlikely sources to avert total annihilation of the Guardians. When they finally face their enemy, one of them may have to make the ultimate sacrifice.

 

 

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More Fan Fic. for Sykes!!

Just in case you're a new follower I'll catch you up.  It's no secret I love Ednah Walters' YA series The Guardian Legacy.  Betrayed, the second book in the series is FANTASTIC!  I'm particularly  infatuated with Sykes, one of the side characters in the book.  He's a Fire/Energy guardian which I think explains his hotness.  Well, a few months ago I wrote a little fan fic. about Sykes and now I've gone and done it again.  I'll put the first one up too so you can read both.  If you like it, please consider reading Betrayed.  You'll love it!  I'll put all kinds of links at the bottom to make it easy peezy.

Jeannette 

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First Touch:

I saw her storm out the front door of the school with her backpack slung over one shoulder.  She hit the door so hard I heard it bang against the outside wall.  Whoa, this girl was feisty.  I ran after her.  “Hey!  Hey wait up.  Jeannette.  It’s Jeannette right?”  She stopped but didn't turn around.  One hand was in a tight fist while the other held on to the strap of her backpack.  I could see her take a deep breath like she was trying to fight down rage or tears, I couldn't tell which.  The breeze blew her brown wavy hair and I could smell her vanilla shampoo.  “Hey, I’m sure whatever it is that’s got you so worked up, it’s not worth getting caught skipping class your first week of school.”  She slowly turned and looked at me.  Anger flashed in her dark brown eyes.  She took another deep breath.  “Why does it matter to you if I get in trouble or not?”  I grinned at her.  “It  doesn't really.  I’m a sucker for a girl who likes a little trouble.”  “Uh huh.  Well I’m sure that adorable smile and bad boy charm works on all the other girls, but my B.S. limit has been reached for the day.  So, I’ll see ya.”  She turned and started walking, completely unaware of how her southern accent affected me.  “Wait, can I at least walk with you?  I've got a free hour and I need to stretch my legs.”  She stopped and without turning said, “Whatever.”  “So, where’d you move from?”  “Texas.”  “Nice.  How are you adjusting?”   Out of the corner of my eye I saw her mouth tighten.  After a few seconds I wasn't sure she was going to answer.  “Well, considering I didn't know we were moving until two days before it happened, my mom is acting all weird, my step-dad is MIA and my only friend is my little brother, I’d say I’m just peachy.  I have no idea why I just told you all of that.”  Grinning, I said, “I have that effect on people.   And hey, you can count me as a friend.”  I looked over at her as she rolled her eyes.  “Oh geez.  Does that crap really work on the girls around here?”  Shaking her head “and y’all question our intelligence.”  We had reached the end of school property and she turned toward the wooded area bordering the football field.  She glanced over.  “Are you just going to follow me like some hall monitor on a power trip?”  I chuckled.  She reminded me a little of another feisty girl with a sharp tongue.  “I’m no hall monitor.  I don’t think they’d trust me to enforce the “no running in the halls” rule.  I just thought I’d get a little fresh air and see what had you damaging school property.”  We came to a small cluster of trees where she chucked her bag to the ground, sat down with her back against a tree.  She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.  Some of the tension left her body as she took another deep breath.  I sat down next to her our knees touching.  She opened one eye and looked at me.  “You do know what personal space is right? “  “Yes, but the presence of another warm body can often ease a person’s anxiety.”  “Seriously, do girls really eat that up?  They must since you seem to have a line for everything.”  Instead of answering her I leaned back with my hands behind my head and looked up at the sunlight shifting through the leaves.  It was one of those days when the weather seemed to make a conscience effort to be enjoyable.  I found it interesting that I just wanted to sit there and relax.  I usually felt like a lightning bolt was zipping through my veins.  Weird.  “Are you going to tell me why you stormed out of school?”  She sighed.  “Algebra and the stupid algebra teacher, whatever his name is.  It’s not like I don’t know how to do the problems.  We just learned a different way of doing them.  I mean who cares what strategies you use as long as you get the right answer.”  I could see her fists clench like she was trying to hold on to something.  Or hold something inside.  “Yah, I guess Landis  is a stickler for his way or no way.  You know I've forgotten my manners.  My name is Sykes.”  She turned her head but didn't open her eyes.  “Oh I know your name.  I've heard it spoken by almost every female in school, faculty included.  Your reputation precedes you.”  She smirked and turned her head back.  “Hey, don’t fault me for being such a friendly guy.  Most people would consider that a good thing.”  “Well I’m not most people.  So if you want to go spread your version of southern hospitality to those who appreciate it, you’re not required to stay.”  I looked over at her.  The breeze picked up a strand of her hair.  I caught it and ran my thumb over the soft wave.  Before she opened her eyes I let it go.  “How long has your step-dad been gone?” She stiffened.  “I don’t know.  A couple of months I guess.”  Shrugging she said, “It’s not like we were that close.  But it hurts my little brother and mom.”  I nodded.  Then she opened her eyes and looked at me.  Her dark eyes standing out against her pale skin sprinkled with freckles.  “She won’t give me a straight answer as to why she moved us here or why he HAS to go to THIS school.  We've never had secrets. “  I could see the confusion and hurt swirling like a storm inside her.  The wind blew a small leaf on to her arm.  I brushed it off and as soon as my hand touched her I felt that lightning bolt zap something inside of me.  She jumped back, shocked.  I breathed out, “What the hell?”  She swallowed.  “What the heck was that?”  I stared at her.  What was it about her that calmed me one minute then electroshocked my heart the next?  “You’re not all human are you?”  She blanched.  “What?!  We shock each other with static electricity or something and the first thing you jump to is I’m not all human?!  Who asks that?  I guess you've reached your nice guy limit.”  She picked up her backpack and stormed off towards the school.  After a few yards she stopped and turned to look at me.  Shaking her head she turned back to the school and rounded the corner.  I had no idea what had just happened, but for the first time in my life a girl had freaked me out.

Two Days Later:

It had been two days since I last talked to Jeannette.  Two days since she looked at me with that disappointment in her eyes.  I couldn’t figure out why it bothered me so much.  Or why I’ve been avoiding her.  And yet I knew where she was every minute of the day.   What is wrong with me?!  Remy even noticed I was distracted when I almost set the chair on fire while I was playing with a plasma ball.  I know she saw me staring at her in the cafeteria.  She must think I really am a stalker.  There’d be no doubt in her mind if she knew I flashed over to her house last night just to see if her bedroom light was on.   Again…what the hell is wrong with me?!  I have NEVER noticed a girl’s finger polish before so how is it that I know she painted hers hot pink with some kind of glitter on top.  They look like they’re sugar coated and I’d love to see if they’re as sweet too.  Holy crap!  I have got to get a grip.

“Sykes!”  “What dude?  Geez, Rem you don’t have to yell at me.” 

“I’ve been trying to talk to you for three minutes.  I guess I could have shaken the floor under you.  I’ll do that instead next time.  So what gives?  You’ve been zoned out the last couple of days.”  Sighing I just shook my head.  “It’s that new chick, Jeannette.  There’s something about her.”  “Whoa, hold up.  Did you just say you’re distracted by a girl?  A girl who’s name doesn’t start with an L?  A HUMAN girl?? I can’t wait to hear this.”  “Shut up Remy!  I’m serious.  I’m not sure she’s entirely human.  What else would explain that shock I got when our fingers touched?  Or why I can’t stop thinking about her?   “Um, well could it be partly because by some miracle she’s immune to your “mojo” as you call it?   Look, why don’t you try talking to her again?  Maybe it’ll help you figure out why you’re acting like a space cadet too. “   I stared at him for a second.  “Yah, I guess you’re right.”  “I’m always right, bro.  Always.”  Rolling my eyes, “I think you’ve mistaken right for cocky.”

The next morning I waited outside by the fence I know she and her brother walk by on their way to school.  I could hear them laughing as they rounded the corner.  She stopped for a second and arched her eyebrow.  He followed her gaze and grinned.  It’s like he knows something I don’t.  “Hey sis, I’m gonna run on ahead.  I’ve got a few questions I want to ask my history teacher.  I’ll, uh, see you after school, k?”  She glares at him, “Fine, see ya.”  He jogs passed me with a smirk.  I notice it’s very much like hers.  She just stands there watching me.  I can see the distrust in her dark eyes.  “Ok, what’s the deal?  I know you don’t walk to school.  So, that means you’re here to talk to me.”  “Well, aren’t you full of yourself?  It’s entirely possible I’m doing my neighborhood watch shift.”  I see her try to fight a small smile.  “I doubt anyone would put you on neighborhood watch duty any more than they would make you a hall monitor.”  She still hasn’t taken a step toward me.  “So, can I walk with you the rest of the way?”   She looks at me puzzled.  “I promise I’ll keep my B.S. to a minimum.”  “Yah, I wouldn’t want you to cause me to reach my limit before school starts.”  I sigh with relief.  She starts to walk and I fall in step with her.  “So, how’re things?”  She glances at me and I can feel the tension causing her to hesitate.  “About the same I guess.  Like my mom says, “Same crap, different day”.  I haven’t damaged anymore school property if that’s what you’re worried about.”  The fall breeze starts to pick up and I see her shiver.  “Here, take my hoodie.”  She stops and looks at me.  “Why?”  The way she says it with that slow drawl full accusation tugs at something inside of me.  Something I’ll have to examine later.  I ignore the question as I take her back pack from her shoulder and hold the hoodie out for her to take.  Much to my surprise she takes it and for some reason it makes me want to fist pump the air.  The royal blue color sets off her chocolate hair and creamy skin.  My breath catches.  After she puts on the hoodie and pushes the too long sleeves up I hand over her back pack and we continue on.  I can’t remember the last time I walked this slowly on purpose.  “I’m really sorry about the other day.   I didn’t mean to be such a jerk.  And I really didn’t want to make your day worse.”  She keeps walking but I can see her shoulders relax.  “Um, thanks.  I get the feeling you don’t apologize for much so I’ll let you off the hook…this time.”  Chuckling and in my best southern accent I tell her, “Why thank ya, ma’am.”  She rolls hers and laughs.  There goes that tugging sensation.  I notice we’re getting closer to school and I’m still no closer to figuring her out.  “Hey, do you want to get pizza with me sometime.  Or something else if you don’t like pizza.”  She stops suddenly.  “A couple of days ago you accused me of not being human and now you want me to go get pizza with you?  I’m not sure what you’re up to, but I have my plate full.  I don’t need to be the butt of any practical jokes.  Or charity social calls for that matter.”  I hold my hands up in the universal signs of surrender.  “Hey, hey, hey.  I promise I’m not up to anything.  I just thought it would be nice for you to have a real friend, ok? “  She glares at me as she looks for any sign of insincerity.  She must not find any as she starts walking again she says “Ok.  I guess I can get pizza with you sometime.  Can my brother come?”  I can easily sense the test she’s just laid out.  “Yah, sure.  The more the merrier.”  She smirks.  I grin at her.  “Well, how about Friday night?  There’s no football game or school stuff going on.”  She looks over at me and smiles.  It’s a smile that makes me feel like I’ve just been busted for something.  “Ok.  I’ll have to check with my mom, but I think it should be fine.”  The warning bell rings as we walk up the front steps of the school.  “Great!  I’ll talk to you later.   And hey, keep my hoodie for a while.  It looks hot on you.”  I take the last few steps in one bound as I laugh at the daggers she shoots at me with her eyes.  I have a feeling it’s going to be pretty entertaining figuring out what sassy, Ms. Jeannette is all about.  I sure as hell need to get a grip on whatever it is tugging at my insides, too. 

What I imagine Sykes looks like.  Image from different internet sites.  STOP droolin'!!

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