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bag.”

She doesn’t turn around as she sends a wave over her shoulder. “I’ll just wait outside then!”

Like hell.

I cut my last set short and take off after her.

On the way home, she’s silent until we pass her favorite ice cream shop and she insists we go in. While we’re sampling flavors she turns to me, blue eyes staring straight at my chest. “Just to be clear, I wasn’t checking you out back there. I was considering the possibility of moonlighting as a personal trainer, now that I’m a gym rat.”

“Noted.”

“And sure, I was sort of impressed by you, that’s all. You’re an impressive guy.”

Still, her gaze won’t meet mine.

“Sam?” I say, trying to ease whatever weirdness is happening between us. “You’re impressive too—so impressive. Really, how’d you get so impressively…impressive?”

She pushes me playfully, turns to the kid on duty, and tells him I’ll be buying her three scoops of chocolate-chocolate-chip ice cream with rainbow sprinkles on top.

“In a waffle cone—oh, and with a cherry on top!” she adds, turning to face me. “Impressed?”

The next morning, I wait for Sam outside the main conference room. We have a staff meeting with the rest of the upperclassmen teachers. Today, Sam’s wearing a delicate yellow dress. I flick the lapel.

“Very prim and proper.”

“Uh huh, save it. You hate this dress. The last time I wore it, you told me I looked like I was headed to my first day of kindergarten.”

I did tell her that, but it was because it looked so good I needed to keep her from wearing it again, for my sake, and that of all of Oak Hill’s male staff members.

These staff meetings are brutal, and Sam and I usually end up passing the time by playing tic-tac-toe underneath the table. We’ve only been caught twice. Now we’re more careful.

Today, George, our vice principal, is running the show, and it takes him 15 minutes to get everyone to quiet down. He started teaching the same time we did, but he turned administrative when a well-paying position opened up. Deep down we all know he’s just one of us, though. As a result, he’s never really commanded the respect he deserves.

Like right now, he’s trying to get volunteers to run a sex-ed course. They usually do this sort of thing in middle school, but apparently the district thinks our upperclassmen are in need of a refresher course.

No one offers their assistance, and then Sam’s arm shoots into the air.

“Why doesn’t Ian run it? He can present the abstinence portion based on firsthand experience—or lack thereof.”

Everyone laughs and I smile good-naturedly. One of the PE teachers catches my eye, positions her hand like a telephone against her ear, and mouths, Call me.

George frowns. “Very funny, Ms. Abrams. Still, I’ll take the recommendation. Ian, you’ll head the course. Would anyone else like to volunteer to help him?”

Every hand attached to a single female teacher hits the air except Sam’s. The PE teacher puts both her hands up and shakes them wildly.

George grins. “Well, what a wonderful sight to see so many eager beavers this morning!”

“Literally,” Sam whispers to me.

I smile.

“Tell you what, I’ll just leave it up to Ian to decide who he’d like to accompany him during the course.”

There are audible groans as everyone realizes at once who I will drag down with me.

Sam tells me my Cheshire grin is unbecoming.

Chapter Three

SAM

At the end of the staff meeting, Ian and I stand at the same time. Today, in my flats, I make it to the middle of his bicep. I’m made aware of this when we try to move around one another and my nose smashes against muscle. It hurts as much as if I’d just walked into a brick wall.

“Ow, Jesus.”

He reaches out to stabilize me and I stare intently at his chest before wriggling free.

No. There can be no touching, not if I’m expected to maintain the status quo: friends, with a capital F.

“Ms. Abrams, may I have a word with you?” George asks from the front of the conference room.

I don’t know who he’s kidding with all the formality. I’ve seen him shotgun light beer after an intramural kickball game.

Ian mumbles something about my yellow dress I don’t quite hear.

“What was that?”

He shakes his head. “Want me to wait with you?”

I smile. “Think I’m in big trouble for the abstinence comment?”

“Either that or we’re busted for tic-tac-toe again. You shouldn’t have thrust your fist in the air after that last game.”

“I’d just won the third and final sudden-death

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