Sharon sat in her math class, drawing tiny stars in the margins of her paper, and not really paying attention unless she heard something that she deemed particularly important. She couldn't concentrate anyway. She was too preoccupied with the thought of her upcoming date to retain any information. She set down her pencil, and rested her chin in her hand. At that moment, Felicia Morgan slid into her seat behind her, unnoticed by the teacher, who's back was to the class.
"Hey, Sharon," Felicia said, stretching the "o" into a long sound. Felicia was a tall girl, with brown hair, half of which was pulled back into a clip. The rest hung to the base of her neck. She was dressed in a light pink shirt, a khaki skirt, and sandals. She leaned forward, grinning.
"Hey, Sharon," Felicia said, stretching the "o" into a long sound. Felicia was a tall girl, with brown hair, half of which was pulled back into a clip. The rest hung to the base of her neck. She was dressed in a light pink shirt, a khaki skirt, and sandals. She leaned forward, grinning.
"Oh, hi," Sharon whispered, her eyes on the teacher.
"I heard about your date with Brandon. You excited?"
It didn't surprise Sharon that Felicia knew about her date, but it still made her blush. She smiled, embarrassed. "Yes, a little," she admitted.
"Well, I wouldn't get your hopes up just yet," Felicia said in a confidential whisper.
"What do you mean?" she asked, a nervous sensation creeping up the back of her neck.
"If I know Brandon, and I've known him since we were in kindergarten, then he's only doing this to make Lisa jealous."
"Oh," she said, trying to hide the growing disappointment in her voice. "Okay, then. Thanks."
"No prob."
They looked back at the teacher, and Sharon pursed her lips to keep from crying.
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