It was the first place she ever spoke to him; and, most likely, the last place as well. But it was something.
Her trembling legs stayed together like glue in her black boots, sheer stockings, and fancy pencil skirt, but it wasn't so much the idea of public speaking that bugged her - it was doing it in front of him. Well, and in front of her somewhat-crazy English teacher.
He didn't have a book to use when they requested that the class turn to page one-forty-nine. He sat there and glared good-humored at the boy in her presentation group that was borrowing it for the period.
She glanced at her cousin - who was also in the group, now standing beside her - and slipped the words under her breath. "Does he need a book?" Ever so slightly, she lifted her finger and pointed to the boy with the black hair and silver-blue eyes grinning in spite of himself.
She spoke his name quietly, brushing a curl from her face and holding her book out. "Do you want to borrow my book?"
Her trembling legs stayed together like glue in her black boots, sheer stockings, and fancy pencil skirt, but it wasn't so much the idea of public speaking that bugged her - it was doing it in front of him. Well, and in front of her somewhat-crazy English teacher.
He didn't have a book to use when they requested that the class turn to page one-forty-nine. He sat there and glared good-humored at the boy in her presentation group that was borrowing it for the period.
She glanced at her cousin - who was also in the group, now standing beside her - and slipped the words under her breath. "Does he need a book?" Ever so slightly, she lifted her finger and pointed to the boy with the black hair and silver-blue eyes grinning in spite of himself.
She spoke his name quietly, brushing a curl from her face and holding her book out. "Do you want to borrow my book?"
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