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I’d call a “waitress” either.  Kara was more of a slutty hostess who made sure her male customers received a heaping side order of “tease”.  And right now, it was clear from the touchy-feely ass-pat she’d just given Mike exactly what kind of “job” she was dreaming of performing on him .
    Chloe needs to open up those big eyes of hers another notch…along with another person Kara claims is her “boyfriend”.  I shook my head as I stepped into the classroom.  My snarl alone could’ve curdled dairy.
    W HATEVER…
    Katie was chatting my ears off about a new movie she wanted to go see.  I couldn’t tell you the name of it or what it was about, not from the moment Tyler Smith glided into the room, straight off his billowy cloud.  I bit my lip before my smile became embarrassingly obvious.  Especially after I watched him sweep his hands through his dark locks and caught a brief sparkle dancing in those dreamy blue eyes of his.  He was the guy whom I’d had the biggest crush on for years, and in my opinion, the hottest guy in school .  His rock-hard physique was only out-shone by his brains.  Ty was the only player on the football team with an A average, and my closest competitor for graduating with top honors at our school.  He wasn’t vain like most of the jocks, and he always spoke to me.  I guessed I’d been focusing on my college aspirations so much lately that I’d forgotten how appealing he was.  This was an excellent reminder.
    My perfect vision was interrupted by a classic “I know what you were doing” smack to the shoulder from Katie to my right and Mike’s arrogant rear plopping his butt into the seat to my left.  Perfect , I grumbled as I kept my eyes straight ahead.  Neither of us acknowledged the other with even so much as a crappy-look.  We seemed to be on the same page — ignore each other .
    “ Any day now,” Ms. Fitzpatrick announced, trying to hurry the remaining stragglers to take their seats.
    Kristine Fitzpatrick, also called “Ms. Fitz” by many of us, was one of my favorite teachers.  I think she earned her Master’s degree from an Ivy League school up north.  How she ended up here, I had no idea — or why she would even want to?  Today, she was way more dressed up than usual, wearing a stylish, double-breasted red suit that accented her brown skin tone perfectly.  You couldn’t help but notice all her jewelry either.  I’d seen Christmas trees with less bling.  To top it off, she had even darkened her make-up several shades and was sporting a sleek new hairstyle too.  I wasn’t the only one who had noticed.  Someone blew a catcall towards the front of the room.
    “Ms. Fitz, you sure look nice today,” Marcus Patterson, one of our football team’s tight ends, called out.  Several other students chimed in, whistling at her in agreement.
    “ Flattery won’t get a single one of you an A on this test,” Ms. Fitzpatrick insisted.  “ But …It might get you a few bonus points,” she added with a smile.
    “What’s with the new look?” Kara Leighton asked.
    “Not that it’s any of your business, but an old friend of mine from college is coming to town, and I’m meeting them for coffee later,” Ms. Fitz explained.
    “Is it a girl friend or a guy friend?” Kara pried, batting her eyes.
    Ms. Fitzpatrick began to blush.  “It’s a guy friend, but that’s all he is — a dear, old friend ,” she insisted over several of her student’s giggles.  “Books away and pencils out people,” she demanded, attempting to end our interrogation.  “Good luck.  If you haven’t studied…you’re going to need it .”
    Fortunately, I wasn’t one of those people.  I jotted down my name, Sh y loh Wallace, at the top of the first page and got right to work.  I breezed through the questions, and after writing a detailed summary of the characteristics of various igneous, sedimentary, and metamorphic rocks, I walked up to Ms. Fitzpatrick’s desk