nudge my arm hard. “Can I borrow a pen?” It was Trent.
“For what?” I asked suspiciously.
He looked at me very intensely and said, “I want…to…take…notes.”
I rifled through my purse.
“You need some help there?” Angel asked.
I smiled. “I think I got it.”
Angel acted like he was going to stick his hands in my bag. “Quit,” I said playfully. He laughed and did it even more. “Stop it.” I giggled then finally found a pen. Angel wrestled it from my hand then chucked it at Trent.
“Here, man. Now go away.”
The muscles in Trent’s jaw clenched. Was this jealousy I detected? In my…
friend
?
At the end of class, as I gathered my things, Angel stood and held out a hand to pull me up. I felt shy, but I accepted his offer. He held on to my hand a little longer than necessary. Then he looked down at me and said, “So what time did you say you were working tonight?”
“My shift starts at seven.”
“I’ll see you at seven.”
I turned to see Bri and Trent looking at me.
Awkward!
“Hey….you two have fun?” I asked.
Bri and Trent looked at each other for a half second. Then Bri looked at me and smiled suggestively. “Apparently not as much as you two.”
I rolled my eyes and pretended to be annoyed.
“I’ve gotta run to class. See ya,” said Bri. She arched her brows at me as she passed.
A silly grin found its way to Trent’s face. “What?” I asked him.
He looked down, still grinning, and shook his head, like he knew something I didn’t.
“Whatever,” I said. “We need to get to class.”
I walked out of the room first and headed to my next class. Trent walked fast and closed the distance between us. He leaned down and whispered in my ear as we walked, “Quit, Angel. Stop. Don’t. Stop. Don’t Stop! Don’t stop!”
I elbowed him in the ribs. “Aw, come on now,” he said. “You know it’s funny.” He laughed and playfully pulled me to his side.
Spanish was boring. No talking today.
Nada
. We had to copy vocabulary words and conversational questions, like “¿
Como este
?” By the time I was finished, the tiny callous on my finger was red and tender.
Art, on the other hand, was much more interesting. We actually got to draw something. Mrs. Frost arranged some roses in a vase, and we took out our pads and pencils.
I was eager to get started; I loved to doodle. The lead in my pencil was dark and very sharp, and my tablet was full of snow-white paper that was begging to be covered in self-expression.
Trent kept trying to look at my work. I turned my pad and tried to block it with my arm. “Would you quit?” I fussed.
He and I were having a lot of fun. I’d have to remind myself—when I replayed this moment over and over in my head in bed that night—that he was just teasing and
not
flirting.
I sneaked a peek at his sketchpad. I was stunned when I finally caught a glimpse. It was really good; it was…beautiful.
When the bell rang, Trent walked me to the parking lot. Before things had a chance to get weird, I simply said, “See ya” and kept walking.
Without saying a word, he smiled and headed to his car.
I felt a little uncomfortable as I approached Bri’s car because Cole was leaning against it, and Bri was leaning into him. They had their arms around each other.
“Hey, Ash.” Bri smiled at me. “Looks like we’re going to have a third wheel today.”
“Looks like
I’m
the third wheel,” I replied.
I’m definitely getting a car!
I thought.
“You can ride with me, Ash,” Angel called out. He was parked next to Bri’s Chevelle.
I shrugged and cheerfully said, “OK.”
Angel was a great guy. He was charming, and we always had a blast when we were around each other. He took my backpack from my shoulder andwalked me to the passenger side. He tossed my bag to the center of the seat then offered me his hand to help me get into the cab of his truck.
I smiled. “Thanks.”
I noticed Trent was behind us as we exited the lot, and
“For what?” I asked suspiciously.
He looked at me very intensely and said, “I want…to…take…notes.”
I rifled through my purse.
“You need some help there?” Angel asked.
I smiled. “I think I got it.”
Angel acted like he was going to stick his hands in my bag. “Quit,” I said playfully. He laughed and did it even more. “Stop it.” I giggled then finally found a pen. Angel wrestled it from my hand then chucked it at Trent.
“Here, man. Now go away.”
The muscles in Trent’s jaw clenched. Was this jealousy I detected? In my…
friend
?
At the end of class, as I gathered my things, Angel stood and held out a hand to pull me up. I felt shy, but I accepted his offer. He held on to my hand a little longer than necessary. Then he looked down at me and said, “So what time did you say you were working tonight?”
“My shift starts at seven.”
“I’ll see you at seven.”
I turned to see Bri and Trent looking at me.
Awkward!
“Hey….you two have fun?” I asked.
Bri and Trent looked at each other for a half second. Then Bri looked at me and smiled suggestively. “Apparently not as much as you two.”
I rolled my eyes and pretended to be annoyed.
“I’ve gotta run to class. See ya,” said Bri. She arched her brows at me as she passed.
A silly grin found its way to Trent’s face. “What?” I asked him.
He looked down, still grinning, and shook his head, like he knew something I didn’t.
“Whatever,” I said. “We need to get to class.”
I walked out of the room first and headed to my next class. Trent walked fast and closed the distance between us. He leaned down and whispered in my ear as we walked, “Quit, Angel. Stop. Don’t. Stop. Don’t Stop! Don’t stop!”
I elbowed him in the ribs. “Aw, come on now,” he said. “You know it’s funny.” He laughed and playfully pulled me to his side.
Spanish was boring. No talking today.
Nada
. We had to copy vocabulary words and conversational questions, like “¿
Como este
?” By the time I was finished, the tiny callous on my finger was red and tender.
Art, on the other hand, was much more interesting. We actually got to draw something. Mrs. Frost arranged some roses in a vase, and we took out our pads and pencils.
I was eager to get started; I loved to doodle. The lead in my pencil was dark and very sharp, and my tablet was full of snow-white paper that was begging to be covered in self-expression.
Trent kept trying to look at my work. I turned my pad and tried to block it with my arm. “Would you quit?” I fussed.
He and I were having a lot of fun. I’d have to remind myself—when I replayed this moment over and over in my head in bed that night—that he was just teasing and
not
flirting.
I sneaked a peek at his sketchpad. I was stunned when I finally caught a glimpse. It was really good; it was…beautiful.
When the bell rang, Trent walked me to the parking lot. Before things had a chance to get weird, I simply said, “See ya” and kept walking.
Without saying a word, he smiled and headed to his car.
I felt a little uncomfortable as I approached Bri’s car because Cole was leaning against it, and Bri was leaning into him. They had their arms around each other.
“Hey, Ash.” Bri smiled at me. “Looks like we’re going to have a third wheel today.”
“Looks like
I’m
the third wheel,” I replied.
I’m definitely getting a car!
I thought.
“You can ride with me, Ash,” Angel called out. He was parked next to Bri’s Chevelle.
I shrugged and cheerfully said, “OK.”
Angel was a great guy. He was charming, and we always had a blast when we were around each other. He took my backpack from my shoulder andwalked me to the passenger side. He tossed my bag to the center of the seat then offered me his hand to help me get into the cab of his truck.
I smiled. “Thanks.”
I noticed Trent was behind us as we exited the lot, and
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