na's

in my classroom waiting

list leaking through their earphones loud enough for the whole row to hear. As much as I know, that was normal

'd flagged something from yesterday's notes that didn't sit right with me

oked

was walking in - and the tw

pen dow

they could have been assigned to ... they walked into mine. Both of them. Together. L

nce or mere dream like I tagged it earlier. I just didn't know what to do with

usual ... not the excitement itself, because new students always got a reaction at Bentley High - but the 'in

econd, pulling my attention away from the corrections I was trying to make in my no

it di

ront of the class, and she turned to face us with that expr

continuing. "Please welcome our new transfer

was all

way. The girls around me were

ey're even hot

aller? Wait, th

walked in? Who walks lik

on my notebook

se. "So, they will need to shadow someone for the first

got the s

thing was, the guys in the class weren't even left out. They raised their hands too, looking all kinds of eager about it, which was something I had to actively stop myself from side-eyeing too hard. I mean, you could see it written

ly, went abov

ouch the ceiling. And even that apparently wasn't enough, because she shifted forward

able at the same time, "as cheer captain, I know this school better than anyone. So you should obviously pick

w what was funny. But

actly where it was, which was on my desk, holding my pen - and I got my eyes back on my classwork,

er students for a week... for all I care. That was left for t

in my notes when the voice cut t

ant

certain voices did ... the ones that didn't need volum

that it was one of the new guys - because this was their moment, their decis

p to satisfy the curiosity

of eyes in the class

'd been angling for Ms. Steph's attention since the question was asked. Not on any

it was

the

't moved. I hadn't even look

? I really don't know if the universe cho