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her
real name.”
    “A lap bunny?  Why?”   An adorable crease
appeared between Bri’s eyebrows.
    “Because she hops from one lap to
the next, attaching herself to whoever is popular at the time, or whoever will
give her attention.  She worked her way through the second strings last year, I
hear, and now it looks like she’s making a play for the starters.”   He shook his head
sadly.  “She thinks she’s playing them, trying to latch onto their fame and
popularity in order to further her own, but what she doesn’t get is that no one
has any intention of keeping her around.  They all know she’s a gold digging,
fame riding, self-absorbed opportunist, and they drop her after she’s outlived
her usefulness.  But, she doesn’t get it, or seem to care.  She just moves onto
the next guy that’ll take her.  It’s actually quite sad.”
    “She’s sloppy seconds.”   A satisfied smirk
crossed her face.  “Oh, I can’t wait to shove that in her face.”
    “Whoa.  I didn’t tell you that so
you could start poking the beast.  I just wanted you to know that you don’t
have to let her intimidate you.  She may think she’s invincible, but she’s not
nearly as important as she thinks she is.”
    Bri turned to look at him, her eyes
shining.
    “Thank you,”she leaned over and kissed him.  “You
always know just how to make me feel like myself again.  I don’t know what I’d
do without you.”
    “Me too, baby.  And I don’t ever
want to find out.”
    Cole pulled back, and dinner was
served.  He noticed that Jillian’s scowl deepened as she kept a close eye on
him and Bri all evening.
    After everyone was through eating,
Coach got up and had the team all introduce themselves and their dates, before
he went into a speech about his hopes for the season and what to expect from
there on out.  Afterward, a DJ started playing some music, and some of the
couples started dancing.  Cole saw Matt and his date out on the floor, doing
something that might pass as dancing.  Jordan was out there, too, showing that
his moves weren’t limited to the basketball court.  Bri was talking to the girl
next to her, and he reached over and brushed his fingers up her arm, getting
her attention.
    “Want to dance?”   He smiled
seductively at her.
    Her face flushed and she nodded.  He
lead her out to the dance floor, and he kept her pressed tightly against him
all night long.

Chapter 4    
     
    As Bri walked into the art studio,
she wondered how on earth she’d let Cole talk her into this.  She’d expected
maybe twenty people, not over double that many.  Nervousness gripped her, and
she wondered if she could sneak out before anyone saw her.
    “You’ll be fine,”Cole whispered in
her ear, sensing her discomfort.  He squeezed her hand reassuringly and lead
her inside. 
    “Ah, you must be our model,”a young man smiled
as he approached them.  “Hi, I’m Daymon, Professor Bailey’s teaching
assistant.  I’m in charge of the weekly clinics.  You must be Ambria.”
    “Bri,”she smiled.  Daymon’s mocha skin set off his dazzling white smile.  His
black hair was pulled into dozens of small braids, which he’d tied loosely into
a ponytail.  
    “Alright, I’m going to go get set
up.”   Cole
pulled her into his side and kissed her temple.  “See you after.”
    “Bye,”she smiled as he walked off.  Turning her attention back to Daymon she
asked, “So, where do you want me?”
    “Right down in front,”Daymon motioned to
the raised platform in the middle of the room.  There were easels set up in
circular rows all around it.  “If you’ll follow me,”he smiled and led the way through the
maze of easels.
    Bri couldn’t help but feel the
weight of all those eyes on her as she made her way to the stage.  She was
wearing a black leotard and pink tights, but she may as well have been in
nothing but her underwear for how exposed she suddenly felt.  Her heart pounded
as she tied her