she covers more material in a day than some teachers do in a week, and if you don’t pay attention, you can kiss a good grade goodbye.
After math I continued through my morning classes, slipping into the typical rhythm of a school day.
But somewhere in the middle of third period I realized that I was doing what I’d been doing all year:
focusing, taking notes, getting a jump on the homework. Fun was no part of the equation. I was certainly not living my fantasy!
So as third period wound down, I did something I never do—I packed up early, and when the bell rang, I bolted out of the classroom.
Apparently I’m a complete klutz at bolting from classrooms, because not only did I hurt my wrist,
I managed to slam the door into someone walking by. Someone who turned out to be… Robbie Marshall.
“Sorry!” I said, turning beet red. “No problem,” he replied. And then he smiled at me.
Diamonds seemed to dance between his lips as he gazed at me. His eyes twinkled smoky gray.
His hair looked like it had been combed through with sunshine. Then he was gone.
But just like that, my fantasy found a direction. A destination. I staggered to my fourth-period class, out of breath and (granted) out of my mind.
Suddenly all I could see was Robbie Marshall’s face.
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