His question made her resolve falter.  What exactly would she do if he admitted it was him?  Thank him?  Ask him why he disappeared and then ask him why he denied it?  Yes, she would do all of those things.  She pushed the bunsen burner in his direction, her pink tongue flicking out to lick lightly at her lip.  Finally, she whispered in a little hiss, "I don't know what I'd do.  Thank you, I suppose.  If it was you."  She knew it was.  "And I'd ask you why you saved me.  I'm nobody to you, and you put yourself in harm's way for me."<br/><br/>"Miss Alexander," came Ms. Pomfrey's stern voice, "is there something you'd like to share with the class?"<br/><br/>Lexi closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.  "No, Ms. Pomfrey.  I apologize.  I was just asking my partner how to use some equipment," she lied smoothly, soothing the teacher's ruffled feathers.<br/><br/>Vician's invitation to meet her after school took her breath away.  There was something different about him, dangerous even, and trepidation trickled down her spine.  She shuddered, although she wasn't sure if she did so visibly or if it was just something inside of her.  Was his invitation an admission that he was the boy from the night before?  Or was he just some nutcase who was trying to get a cheerleader alone?  It would be foolish to go, she knew that.  But she felt an inexplicable urge to know for certain who he was.<br/><br/>She didn't respond to the invitation, not sure what she would do.  When the bell rang, this time it was her turn to rush out before anyone could say anything to her.  She rushed to her last class of the day, pretty sure he was going to be in it.  Sitting in the front row, she kept her eyes down, not looking at anyone or anything, just waiting for the day to end.  She didn't know what she was going to do.