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had with Asher in a matter of minutes.
                  Asher pulled me up to that I was straight in the air, my hands on Asher’s shoulders and our foreheads pressed together. I kept my body as straight as possible as he bent one knee and slid me down his front so that we were pressed against each other.
                  The song ended, and after a beat, the class burst into wild applause.
                  My heart was beating fast, and I was breathing hard. I was way too close to Asher. His forehead glistened with sweat, and the the feel of his heart racing under my palm was too much.
                  “You guys were amazing!” Mrs. Knut’s voice snapped us from our haze. I backed away, looking anywhere but at him. Holy…what was that? That was a moment. I just had a moment with Asher Grayson.
                  Maybe I needed to pay Dr. Paxton a visit, because I was obviously losing it. “T-thanks,” I answered Mrs. Knut. Asher didn’t say anything. From the prickly sensation I was having, I suspected he was staring at me.
                  “Wait a minute…Ivy Robello? You’re the Ivy Robello? You were a child star! Weren’t you on America’s Got Talent?” Mrs. Knut was having a nuclear meltdown. “We might have a chance at winning the NDT!”
                  “As long as she’s dancing with him. They’ve got great chemistry,” a student piped up.
                  We did not have great chemistry. He was just a really good dancer.
                  Keep telling yourself that.
                  Mrs. Knut split the class into partners. To my astonishment, I noticed that several guys had transferred into the class. Of course, if Asher Grayson was there, it was instantly the ‘place to be’.
                  For the first time since I’d met him, Asher was quiet. I was starting to worry. What if he didn’t think I was good? What if he thought I was going to ruin his chances at graduating? Uh-oh, what if he was annoyed at how close we’d been?
                  The instant the bell rang, I was out of there. I changed quickly and took the exit that would take me towards the bench. Dana was there, but Caleb was still in practice. I was itching to go home, but I couldn’t ditch him.
                  Dana waited until I was sitting before the floodgates opened. “CARE TO TELL ME WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED DURING LUNCH?!” she screeched.
                  Wow, I wondered how long she’d been holding that in. “Um, can I not? I really don’t want to talk about Asher right now.”
                  Metaphorical steam was pouring from Dana’s ears. “Well I do! Ivy! I’m your best friend. Why won’t you tell me?” she sounded hurt. Oh no. I didn’t want Dana to think I was hiding something from her.
                  Curse you, Asher!
                  “It’s not what you think. I told you yesterday about Dance. Asher was trying to convince me to take the deal. I’m his ticket to ditching that class after a semester,” I explained patiently.
                  “I don’t know, Ives. He seemed pretty intense in there.”
                  That was nothing. You should have seen him ten minutes ago.
                  I laughed it off. “Asher’s always intense. It’s a bad boy thing.”
                  She shook her head, eyes faraway. “No, he’s a Plastic. At least in school he is. He doesn’t show any emotion. Even the girls he dupes know that they won’t be getting any emotion from Asher Grayson.”
                  Argh! She wasn’t going to drop it. Dana could be like a dog with a bone when she wanted to, and this bone was particularly tasty.
                  A blast of wind had me wrapping my arms tightly around myself. South Dakota was notorious for