na's
in my classroom waiting
list leaking through their earphones loud enough for the whole row to hear. As much as I know, that was normal
'd flagged something from yesterday's notes that didn't sit right with me
oked
was walking in - and the tw
pen dow
they could have been assigned to ... they walked into mine. Both of them. Together. L
nce or mere dream like I tagged it earlier. I just didn't know what to do with
usual ... not the excitement itself, because new students always got a reaction at Bentley High - but the 'in
econd, pulling my attention away from the corrections I was trying to make in my no
it di
ront of the class, and she turned to face us with that expr
continuing. "Please welcome our new transfer
was all
way. The girls around me were
ey're even hot
aller? Wait, th
walked in? Who walks lik
on my notebook
se. "So, they will need to shadow someone for the first
got the s
thing was, the guys in the class weren't even left out. They raised their hands too, looking all kinds of eager about it, which was something I had to actively stop myself from side-eyeing too hard. I mean, you could see it written
ly, went abov
ouch the ceiling. And even that apparently wasn't enough, because she shifted forward
able at the same time, "as cheer captain, I know this school better than anyone. So you should obviously pick
w what was funny. But
actly where it was, which was on my desk, holding my pen - and I got my eyes back on my classwork,
er students for a week... for all I care. That was left for t
in my notes when the voice cut t
ant
certain voices did ... the ones that didn't need volum
that it was one of the new guys - because this was their moment, their decis
p to satisfy the curiosity
of eyes in the class
'd been angling for Ms. Steph's attention since the question was asked. Not on any
it was
the
't moved. I hadn't even look
? I really don't know if the universe cho
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