I was head-over-heels for Dianna, but couldn't deny my feelings for Angie. How could I choose between one or the other? In truth, the choice might not...be mine to make; I might end up with neither.Dianna, especially, was much more emotional than I had ever seen her before. She fussed over me, telling me how much she flat-out adored me. Then she would burst into tears for no reason I could see. Hey, I thought I was supposed to be the victim of raging hormones around here! I certainly appreciated. I reacted instinctively, and focused all the heat I could in front of me, creating a shield of flame, white hot in intensity. The intense heat, combined with the direction of application, caused a massive blast of high velocity super heated air to travel in front of my shield, a bit like a jet engines output.This slowed the projectiles, and also melted their aerodynamic shape, slowing them further, so on reaching the flames, they fell harmlessly to the ground. The blast of air also knocked. Her door was mostly closed but still open a foot or so. She crept up to it, trying to be silent. Her desk would not be visible without opening the door most of the way, so she had her hand raised to give the door a little push.She noticed movement from the hinge side of the door as she paused at the door to listen. Looking to see if she could see what caught her eye, she realized the door was open enough to use the hinge side of the door to look toward her desk. She could just make out part of. ”“We should try this again sometime.”“Aye, I think we might have to!”After class ended, Muireann and I made our way toward the auditorium. Along the way, she ran straight into another kid who was standing in the hall.“Oh, I’m so sorry!” she squeaked.“Wake up ... Class is over!” I said, nudging her as we moved on.“Yes ... But I was still thinking about what Jane said.”“I know. And she was trying to help. Don’t take it too hard.”“Oh, it’s not that! I am very grateful for her comments. I was not.