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think better of it. His fingertips are clasped together in front of his lips, but his eyes are gleaming at me, as if he too, sees the humor in the tense situation and is laughing with me.
    “I hate…sitting in chairs where I can’t reach the floor.” I swing my legs in the air, feeling incredibly lame as the words spill out of my mouth.
    I know I took the easy way out, a slight dig at my height, but at least a few people grin politely in reaction. Sabrina lets out a squawk of laughter and slaps her desk, surprising me. Kennedy’s gaze is on me, but I refuse to look over at him again, pushing him out of my mind and concentrating on what Klaeger is saying.
    After the final three introductions are made, he outlines the rest of the semester. The time here will be used to concentrate on our majors, without much interference, even from him. A free play to work on what we’re good at by ourselves. I’m also the only dancer out of the 12 students, and thinking of all the time I’ll get to spend alone, just me and the music, makes me feel better than I have in a long time. The only downside is at the end of the semester, we’ll have to present for a grade what we’d been working on the past few months with the rest of the class. The announcement worries me, but there will be enough time to stress about that later, however, and I push it to the back of my mind. I spend the rest of the class daydreaming about being back on stage. I’m so ready to get re-acquainted with the music; a huge part of my life that I refuse to believe is gone.
    An hour later, my stomach rumbles as I start packing up my things. After running around all afternoon, I didn’t have time to eat and now that I’m thinking about it, the hunger pains hit me hard.
    Someone moves in front of my desk, casting a shadow over the glossy surface, as I contemplate heading over to the cafeteria.
    Sabrina grins down at me. “So what kind of name is Indigo?” She asks bluntly.
    I hesitate for a moment, my brain trying to catch up to the slightly rude question. “You’d have to ask my mom,” I finally tell her.
    Her lips are painted pink, which looks fantastic against her caramel colored skin. She’s actually wearing a lot of makeup, but somehow it doesn’t look overdone. She almost reminds me of Beyoncé, but without the heart-stopping hips. Sabrina is slim, model thin, and probably has about six inches on me. Needless to say, she’s stunning.
    “What kind of nickname can you get from that?” She asks, unfazed by my answer.
    “A few people used to call me Indy.”
    Her face scrunches up as if the nickname tastes bad in her mouth. “Indigo it is. Are you hungry? I was just about to hit the cafeteria.”
    My first instinct is to decline, because a big part of me just wants to be alone after my long day. Making small talk doesn’t appeal to me, and I’m really not any good at it since the only person I’ve basically interacted with in the past two years is my mom. But she’s looking at me with such an expectant expression, and I am hungry, so I smile and nod. New chapter! “Okay. I was just thinking about going down there and checking it out.”
    “It’s edible. I was there this morning.” She comments, as we walk towards the front of the room. “Better than my last school in the city. But more importantly, it’s the perfect place to scope out the guys.”
    “I thought you hate men,” I ask, remembering her comment from earlier.
    She grins like the Cheshire cat and sends me a saucy wink. “Oh I do. But there is nothing in this world that I love to hate more.”
     
    KENNEDY
    “I’m going to swing by the cafe, you in?”
    I rip my gaze away from the back of the room to focus on my cousin Shawn. “What?”
    “Food. Eat.” he says with a knowing smirk, adjusting the brim of his hat. “Are you hungry?”
    I nod and shoulder my backpack, then annoy the hell out of myself when my eyes dart back in her direction. I can’t freaking look away, and I