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not hot after me. One less worry on my mind.”
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    voice. His shoulder brushed mine as he sat down beside me and I slowly opened my eyes to see a very amused Wyatt watching me. I cleared my throat and forced a smile I didn’t feel, before turning to look at Leif.
    “Hi,” I said simply and he chuckled, nudging my shoulder with his arm.
    “Relax, Pagan, it’s okay. I’m aware you used to hate my guts and have had a realization from the gods that I’m not so bad after all. It’s cool.” I resisted the desire to sigh in relief.
    “So, what brings you to the lower class tables?” Wyatt asked, grinning at his own humor.
    Leif glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh, you mean this is lower class? I had no idea. It has the star athlete being scouted by colleges,” he motioned to Wyatt, “his girlfriend,” motioning to Miranda, “and last year’s homecoming queen,” he said, turning to me.
    I rolled my eyes, “That was only because of my date and you know it.”
    “No, I don’t know it.”
    I knew I was blushing and I hated it. My gaze met Miranda’s and I realized she was soaking in every word. This wasn’t good. She wouldn’t miss my pink cheeks. “What is it you need?” I asked, trying not to sound rude.
    He grinned as if he could read my mind. “I wanted to tell you I got an A on my speech.”
    “That’s wonderful. It’s a really good speech. You had some great stuff in it.”
    “Yes, but I couldn’t have done it without your help.” I smiled and stared back down at my food. I hadn’t told anyone, Miranda included, about Leif’s dyslexia or his adoption. Those weren’t my stories to tell.
    “Are you coming to the game tonight?” he asked, and I glanced back up at him, surprised by his question.
    “Um, no, probably not.”
    He frowned, and then nodded and stood up. “Well, thanks again, and I guess I’ll see you Monday, then.” 27

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    “Okay. Good luck tonight,” I replied. Had it hurt his feelings that I wasn’t going to the game? I turned back around in my seat and Wyatt shook his head.
    “What?” I asked.
    “Poor guy isn’t use to being shot down,” he said and took a swig of his milk.
    “Shot down?” I asked, confused. He sat his carton back down on his tray and stared at me with a serious expression, one rarely seen on Wyatt’s face.
    “He wanted you to come to his game and you said no.” I frowned trying to remember if he’d asked me to come. I felt positive he’d asked me if I planned on coming. Not once did he ask me to come. “No he didn’t.” Wyatt chuckled and shook his head. “Dating Jay ruined you. Most of the time people don’t date someone just exactly like them. You understood Jay because, like you, he was straight-forward and serious. Not all guys, no, make that most guys, are not like that.” He nodded toward where Leif stood talking to Kendra. “He was asking, trust me.” Wyatt walked off and I glanced back at Leif.
    Kendra twirled her long blond hair around her finger while grinning up at him. Just a week ago, I would’ve thought he deserved someone so superficial and beautiful.
    Now, I knew better. He glanced up and caught me watching him. His eyes seemed to say something I didn’t understand but before I could figure it out they changed and took on a polite expression. He turned his attention back to Kendra.
    Confused and a little annoyed, I grabbed my tray and started to stand up. I started to tell Miranda I’d see her later when I realized she was staring at me with her mouth slightly open.
    “What?” I asked, a little defensively, because I knew by the expression on her face that she’d figured it out.
    “You...like....him,” she said slowly as in amazement.
    I rolled my eyes and laughed. “Not hardly.” I grabbed my tray and headed to the garbage and away from Miranda’s knowing eyes.
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