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with the characters names or whatever, but the girl at the kickboxing class and Julien both had a measure of distaste or maybe urgency to their tone when they spoke about it that confused Nadine. It was like they blamed her or distrusted her for being called Nadine, and she thought in the back of her mind that the Nadine in the book must be some sort of villain. She made a mental note to get that book when the term was over and she had time to read. For the time being, she'd just do her best to avoid Julien.
Then, freakin-A, it happened again. She showed up to a class that she thought Brad was coaching, and when it was time for class to start, Julien walked in.
"Grab a jump rope ladies. And don't forget to put your cards in the basket." His voice was extremely low, and the way he gave orders had a sing-song quality to it. She couldn’t get over the sound of it. He seemed too young to have a commanding voice like that, and she loved how it sounded. He'd only said a few words, and already, Nadine felt a burning sensation in her gut. Something about Julien just made her extremely nervous, and she contemplated getting out of there before class got going. She could just say she got sick or something.
"Grab a jump rope, book-ey." He said. He was standing right in front of Nadine, but she didn't comprehend he was talking to her.
"Me?" she asked, putting a hand to her chest. "What do you mean when you say book-ey? "
The other girls were all jumping rope and the noise of the ropes hitting the mats was so loud that Julien and Nadine's conversation couldn't be overheard.
Julien moved in closer to her just in case. "You work at the French immersion school," he said. He was close to her ear, and the sight, smell, and feel of him made her nearly miss what he was saying.
"Oui," she said, smiling that wide, warm smile Shea wrote about.
Shit, he thought. Why'd she have to be so freaking crazy? She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on, and she was either a made up story or a crazy stalker. The thing he couldn't understand was why in the world she'd been avoiding him. She'd been coming to several classes a week for the last couple of weeks, and she always avoided the ones Julien coached.
"Is it bad that I work there?" She asked, able to read his agitation. "I technically don't work there , if that makes you feel better. I don’t get a paycheck or anything. I'm student teaching."
He stared at her—his striking blue eyes burning, begging her to tell the truth. "Tell me you read the book and you made all this happen to try to get close to me."
Her head cocked back and she looked at him like he'd just spoken Chinese. "You 're really starting to freak me out with all this book stuff."
He took her by the shoulders and gave her an intensified version of that same pleading expression, as if her honesty was the most important thing in the world. "Did you read a book called Julien's Book?" he asked.
"No," she said simply.
"Coach, we're dying!" a girl named Summer yelled. "You forgot to set the damn timer."
"Jump ropes up," Julien yelled . The slapping sound of jump ropes hitting the mats stopped instantly, and the girls went to stand in line to hang their jump ropes on the wall.
Nadine didn't want their conversation to come to an end, and she could tell Julien didn't either. Halfway through the class, Julien told the girls they had two minutes to get some water. He got some cones and began lining them up on the side of the mat, and Nadine walked over there to talk to him.
"I'm getting the book on the way home," she said. She didn't know w hy she hadn't just downloaded it in the first place. It was probably because she'd never read a romance novel, and thought it'd be cheesy and she might be bored by it.
He turned to face her. "You promise you've never read it?"
She stared back at him with an equal amount of sincerity. "I promise I've never read the book," she said. "That's all gonna change tonight though. I'm
Then, freakin-A, it happened again. She showed up to a class that she thought Brad was coaching, and when it was time for class to start, Julien walked in.
"Grab a jump rope ladies. And don't forget to put your cards in the basket." His voice was extremely low, and the way he gave orders had a sing-song quality to it. She couldn’t get over the sound of it. He seemed too young to have a commanding voice like that, and she loved how it sounded. He'd only said a few words, and already, Nadine felt a burning sensation in her gut. Something about Julien just made her extremely nervous, and she contemplated getting out of there before class got going. She could just say she got sick or something.
"Grab a jump rope, book-ey." He said. He was standing right in front of Nadine, but she didn't comprehend he was talking to her.
"Me?" she asked, putting a hand to her chest. "What do you mean when you say book-ey? "
The other girls were all jumping rope and the noise of the ropes hitting the mats was so loud that Julien and Nadine's conversation couldn't be overheard.
Julien moved in closer to her just in case. "You work at the French immersion school," he said. He was close to her ear, and the sight, smell, and feel of him made her nearly miss what he was saying.
"Oui," she said, smiling that wide, warm smile Shea wrote about.
Shit, he thought. Why'd she have to be so freaking crazy? She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on, and she was either a made up story or a crazy stalker. The thing he couldn't understand was why in the world she'd been avoiding him. She'd been coming to several classes a week for the last couple of weeks, and she always avoided the ones Julien coached.
"Is it bad that I work there?" She asked, able to read his agitation. "I technically don't work there , if that makes you feel better. I don’t get a paycheck or anything. I'm student teaching."
He stared at her—his striking blue eyes burning, begging her to tell the truth. "Tell me you read the book and you made all this happen to try to get close to me."
Her head cocked back and she looked at him like he'd just spoken Chinese. "You 're really starting to freak me out with all this book stuff."
He took her by the shoulders and gave her an intensified version of that same pleading expression, as if her honesty was the most important thing in the world. "Did you read a book called Julien's Book?" he asked.
"No," she said simply.
"Coach, we're dying!" a girl named Summer yelled. "You forgot to set the damn timer."
"Jump ropes up," Julien yelled . The slapping sound of jump ropes hitting the mats stopped instantly, and the girls went to stand in line to hang their jump ropes on the wall.
Nadine didn't want their conversation to come to an end, and she could tell Julien didn't either. Halfway through the class, Julien told the girls they had two minutes to get some water. He got some cones and began lining them up on the side of the mat, and Nadine walked over there to talk to him.
"I'm getting the book on the way home," she said. She didn't know w hy she hadn't just downloaded it in the first place. It was probably because she'd never read a romance novel, and thought it'd be cheesy and she might be bored by it.
He turned to face her. "You promise you've never read it?"
She stared back at him with an equal amount of sincerity. "I promise I've never read the book," she said. "That's all gonna change tonight though. I'm
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