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asking.”
    His eyes twinkled; the green color perfectly matched the scarf draped over his shoulders. “Maybe bring some armor tomorrow. It’s a war zone in here.” With that, he sauntered off toward his class.
    I huffed a sigh and dug my phone out of my pocket. I wanted to be angry with Noah, demand he stop being that damned attractive so Ethan would stop noticing him, but I knew that would be ridiculous. Not to mention the fact that he really was a nice guy.
    I shot Joshua a text as I strolled along the edge of the hallway. Making it thru the day ok? Saturday night, we’d stayed up well past midnight, whining and eating way too much ice cream.
    My phone vibrated. I opened it and saw a picture of Joshua’s face, his eyes sad and mouth exaggerated in a deep frown. His text underneath said, I’m dying on the inside. But at least my hair looks great.
    I couldn’t help but laugh. That’s right. Keep your dignity—& tell me what product you’re using to get that fab volume.
    Another picture, this time with him giving me a brave smile.
    Hang in there, I replied. We’ll figure this out together, I promise. For now, just tread H2O.
    I stuck my phone in my pocket so I wouldn’t get busted by a teacher and sucked in a deep, steadying breath. My heart thrummed beneath my rib cage. Psychology. Time to see Benjamin.
    The phone buzzed again.
    Okay. You busy Friday evening?
    I groaned. After Zach’s texts this morning asking me out, I’d explained I was busy with homework after school this week, hoping he’d take the hint and give me some breathing room. So much for the gentle approach.
    I’ll let you know, I replied, then stuck the phone in my purse so I wouldn’t feel him reply.
    I clutched my book and notebook closer to my torso and stepped into the room. As had happened with every class today, I got a bunch of people buzzing to me about Friday’s promposal. Last class of the day, I told myself. I just needed to get through the rest of today and then I could go home, and people would stop talking about it.
    â€œYou looked great on TV!” Janie, a cheerleader, told me.
    â€œThanks.” I smiled and headed toward my desk. Carter, hoodied head down on his desk, was already asleep behind me, and Benjamin had his notebook open and was writing something.
    At least I could count on the two of them. For once, I was looking forward to Benjamin’s typical silence. I’d had enough public attention for a lifetime.
    Mrs. Brandwright stood from behind her desk. “Okay, let’s get started. We have a lot of lecture to cover, and then for the last half of class we have another special project to start.”
    That got some excitement going. People stirred in their seats and began whispering. Mrs. Brandwright’s class projects were usually fun and strange. Last semester, we discussed parenting and were assigned baby dolls we had to carry around with us for a week. One guy had kept his nestled under his shirt the whole time, like he was pregnant.
    Mrs. Brandwright began her furious scrawl across the chalkboard while talking in a fast clip, and the class quieted down as we began writing notes. I was too busy to even look at Benjamin. Well, not more than once or twice, anyway.
    There was a startling tap on my left knee, the side against thewall. I peeked down and saw Benjamin’s left arm dropped to his side, his hand touching my kneecap.
    My heart gave a strange thud as I dropped my left arm. My fingers brushed his and I took the small note folded in his hand. He ducked his head back down and continued writing in his notebook.
    I couldn’t stop the slight tremor in my hand. What was Benjamin passing me a note about? Anticipation bubbled in my chest, and I forced myself to unfold the note slowly so Mrs. Brandwright wouldn’t notice.
    His writing was lean and strong, confident. The page only had one line of text with four words.
    Saw you on