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handwriting it, but I wasn’t about to go to my room for my laptop.I scribbled more notes and my eyelids started to feel heavy. I rested my forehead on my knee. Two-minute nap and then back to work, I told myself.
    â€œSasha?”
    Someone’s hand touched my shoulder and I felt a pen being taken from my fingers. I blinked and looked up at Paige.
    â€œIt’s almost eleven,” she said. “I’ve been waiting for you to come back for hours—I’ve been texting you nonstop.”
    â€œOh, Paige, I’m sorry.” I dug my phone out of my bag—it was on silent. “Is Livvie looking for me?”
    â€œIf you’d been in here much longer,” Paige said. “I didn’t tell her anything in case you just needed some time away from Winchester and I didn’t want to get you in trouble. I had no idea you were in here. C’mon.”
    She held out a hand and pulled me up off the floor. She helped me gather my papers and shouldered my bag.
    I didn’t even remember changing clothes, washing my face or crawling into bed. I just knew I was out the second my head touched the pillow.

TEACHER’S PET
    I WALKED INTO HISTORY CLASS—I’D BEEN dreading it from the second the day had begun. I had to take the egg and notebook from Jacob. I covered a yawn. After Paige had found me last night, we’d both gone to bed, but I’d gotten up at four thirty to finish homework and double-check my schedule.
    Jacob was already in his seat when I slid into mine. He saw me, then leaned over and reached down beside his chair leg. He got up and walked over. Jacob held a box in one hand and the notebook in another.
    He sat in the chair in front of me, turning around to face me.
    â€œHey,” he said.
    â€œHi.”
    Awkward!
    He put the box and notebook on my desk.
    â€œI made the egg a cushion to keep it from breaking,” Jacob said. He opened the top of the box lid, and inside, padded with cotton and Kleenex, was our egg. I peered at it.
    â€œYou drew a face on it,” I said, trying not to laugh. “Omigod.”
    Jacob laughed. “Yeah, well, it needed it.”
    He’d drawn a goofy mouth, nose, eyes, and ears with a blue Sharpie on the egg.
    â€œI love the eyes,” I said, admiring the round eyes with tiny eyebrows.
    â€œThanks,” Jacob said. “Since it’s your egg too, you can draw something else on it if you want.”
    Jacob reached into his bag and pulled out a couple of different colored Sharpies.
    â€œOkay.”
    I took a green one with a fine point and picked up the egg. I drew a sideways baseball hat on its head and wrote CCA on the hat.
    â€œNiiice,” Jacob said. “That’s exactly what he needed.”
    â€œExcuse me? He? ” I made a face at Jacob. “When was that decided?”
    Jacob smiled. “It was obvious after I drew the face. I made him in blue and then you just added a baseball hat. Of course it’s a boy egg.”
    â€œOh, so a girl egg definitely wouldn’t have a blue face or wear a hat?”
    I reached over and swiped the blue Sharpie from Jacob.
    â€œSasha! What are you doing?” Jacob grabbed for the pen, but missed.
    I giggled. “Careful! Don’t break ‘him.’ And you forgot something.”
    Jacob shook his head, but watched as I started drawing on the egg.
    â€œThere,” I said, holding it out to him. “Now what kind of egg is it?”
    Jacob peered at it, then grinned. “I would guess that from the curly eyelashes you just gave him , it’s now a girl.”
    â€œExactly,” I said. We smiled at each other, then I realized we were acting too friendly. Too close. This couldn’t happen.
    I sat back in my seat, creating more distance between us. “We can text tomorrow or something about when to trade again,” I said. “I’ll, um, log in our notebook that I took it now.”
    Jacob nodded—his smile