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	"[i]Boom! Half the day is over![/i]" thought Clyde as he moved through the cafeteria.

	Aside from a little anxiety in homeroom, the rest of the classes was smooth sailing. He especially liked the fact that Mr. Fridley was all business and no games. Just the type of class Clyde could find himself disappearing into. Nothing to keep his mind on except literature and the occasional thoughts about boxing here and there. Boxing. Oh, how he loved to box. While he waited in the lunch line Clyde smiled to himself and began to shadow box. But catching the worried expressions of the students near him, the tall boy quickly stopped his charade and stuck his hands in his pockets with cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. Today's meal will be a light one, a salad with spinach, bell peppers, broccoli, and chicken breast cutlets. Maybe a banana here and there with yogurt. Gotta keep that nutrition up for training this evening. Then an idea popped into his head.

	Lilac was probably going to be at the rec tonight. His heart fluttered a bit at the thought of watching her techniques causing the boy to rub his face to quickly dispel his blushing. Clyde wanted Abby to see why he was so infatuated with the girl. He did not have to hide his feelings away anymore. He knew what was happening to him, this all too strange and mesmerizing feeling in his heart. After all, the internet told him that it was love. Or an oncoming stroke. Hopefully it was the former.

	[i]I know now what you have done to me. I am but a fisherman caught in this hurricane, swallow me whole and take me for everything I am. I am weak against this torrent. Would you grant a humble request and spar with me? The sight of your graceful fight makes the blood hum in my veins. Could your fists strike the breath away from my lungs? Your eyes captivate me, ensnare-[/i]

	"Next."

	"Oh! Ah, sorry," apologized Clyde. He was so busy with his internal monologue he had not recognized the gap created in line. With his tray in hand, Clyde casually paid for his meal and sat down at an empty circular table. What was his idea earlier? Oh yes! Lilac. Clyde closed his eyes and rubbed his face as he focused more on his plan than the oncoming monologue building in his brain. After school Clyde would take Abby to the rec to show her Lilac in her natural environment. He got the feeling that Abby was not impressed by Lilac at the carnival. Maybe, with enough luck, Abby could see how awesome the fighter is.

	The idea made Clyde smile widely in joy.