from my body. I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be even more hyper-aware of him than I already was. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch him, to stroke his absolutely perfect face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me. I crossed my arms tightly across my chest, hands balled into fists. I was losing my mind.
The opening credits began, lighting the room by a token amount. My eyes, of their own accord, flickered to him. Traitors! I smiled sheepishly as I realized his posture was identical to mine, fists clenched under his arms, eyes peering sideways at me. He grinned back, his eyes somehow managing to smolder even in the dark, and the sides of his lips rising, one more than the other, in his trademark crooked smile. I managed to look away before I started hyperventilating.
The hour seemed very long. I couldn't concentrate on the movie—I didn't even know what subject it was on. I tried to relax, but the electric current that kept arcing between us seemed to be originating from somewhere in his body. Occasionally I would permit myself a quick glance in his direction, but he never seemed to relax, either. The overpowering craving to touch him also refused to fade, and I crushed my fists safely against my ribs until my fingers were aching with the effort.
I breathed a sigh of relief when Mr. Banner flicked the lights back on at the end of class, and stretched my arms out in front of me, flexing my stiff fingers. Fredward chuckled beside me.
"Well, that was interesting," He murmured. His voice was dark and his eyes were cautious. Nervousness struck me. I had no idea what we'd just watched, and hoped he wasn't going to try and strike up a conversation about it.

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