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“Robbie, I–”
“Nope,” I shake my head, reaching down and throwing her over my shoulder, making my way to the door. “You’re coming with me.”
“Robbie!” she squeals, chuckling. “I need to finish the yearbook!”
“There’s always tomorrow,” I say, patting her back as we make it into the empty hallway. “Let’s go finish something else instead.”
fifty-one
SARA
I try to take in the world around me in the mornings, tilting my head back to the feel the sun on my face and breathing in the cool spring breeze, but I can’t, because he’s invaded my every sense, the sun doing nothing to compare to the warmth I feel from him and the air around me having nothing on the blend of amber, spice, and wood that makes up his addicting, all-consuming scent.
I try to sit still in class, but all I can focus on is his touch forever lingering on my skin, his lips at my ear and his hands around my waist sending shivers running through me.
I try to look at what’s in front of me, but, when I blink, all I see is him, those chocolate brown eyes and the most infuriating yet elating smirk forever in my sight.
I try to listen, but all I hear is–
“Ms. Cooper?”
“Yes?” I jolt, my vision coming back into focus as I zero in on my physics teacher, Mr. Norman, with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face directed right at me.
“Ah, fourth time’s the charm apparently today,” he says, chuckling uncomfortably. “I was asking you if you could tell the class the answer to the final question on yesterday’s homework assignment.”
“Oh…” I mutter, pushing my hair behind my ear. “No, sir. I’m sorry. I can’t.”
Mr. Norman’s graying brows shoot up. “Eh…excuse me?” he asks.
“I didn’t get a chance to finish yesterday’s homework yet,” I tell him. “Sorry, Mr. Norman.”
His eyes widen at me. “Well, okay, Ms. Cooper. That’s…surprising. But I suppose we can’t be rock stars every day. Just finish it and turn it in as soon as you can please.”
“Yes, sir. I will,” I nod.
“Does anyone else know the answer?” Mr. Norman asks.
Mary Ann Douglas promptly raises her hand from the back of the classroom and apparently gives him the answer he was looking for. I’m not sure what it is though, since I’ve found myself zoned out again.
I vaguely make out Mr. Norman asking Mary Ann to pass back last week’s exams while the rest of the class does…something.
My mind just barely starts working through the possibilities of what Robbie and I could do this weekend when I hear a distinct hiss from my right.
“Pssst!”
I zero in on the clock on the wall in front of me. Just ten minutes until this class is over. Ten minutes until I get to go meet Robbie by the locker room entrance before he goes to off-season basketball practice and I go to algebra.
“Pssst!” the annoying sound echoes into my ear once again, this time joined with something bouncing off the side of my head.
“What the hell?” I mutter, snapping out of my trance and turning to find Alice staring at me from her desk, arm cocked to throw another wadded up sheet of notebook paper in my direction.
“What are you doing?” I question her.
“Seeing if you’re okay,” she says, her brows pinched like my questioning her made absolutely no sense.
“By throwing things at me?”
“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” Alice says.
