Lexi stood with her mouth opened, shocked that the boy had denied seeing her the night before.  Maybe he was afraid of getting in trouble. After all, it was a bad part of town and he'd been out alone.  She shook her head, feeling a little embarrassed that his friend, whom she also didn't recognize, had laughed at her.<br/><br/>She strengthened her resolve. It<em>was</em>his.  Of that she felt certain, whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not.  The school wasn't huge, she'd run into him again at some point.  She walked the rest of the way to her art class.... and saw<em>him</em>sitting at the back of the class.<br/><br/>Lexi quickly looked away, a blush coloring her cheeks.  He'd already rejected her gratitude, and she didn't want him to think she was following him.  She walked in and sat down in the middle of the room with another cheerleader, and made it a point not to turn around, not even when the teacher went through the roster for attendance.  But she did pay particular attention.  Vician.  His name was Vician.