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. Their goal is to get you to laugh. Your goal is to keep a straight face." I already knew the name of the game.
    "Sausage?" Two kids snickered from the back of the room, most likely planning the best way to get me to crack. They looked like they just hit puberty, their faces freckled with acne.
    "Who wants to start questioning first?" Atwater asked the class, and they began asking in a clockwise circle.
    "What do you play with?" A particularly giddy boy who had probably never even touched a girls boob asked.  
    "Sausage," I responded keeping my face serious.
    "What do you eat?"  
    "Sausage." No smile.
    "What do you love?"
    "Sausage." I had to admit, that one was at least decent. The skin around my eyes crinkled, but I showed no emotion. I was good at this.
    "What do you sleep with?"
    "Sausage," I said, holding back my laughter. I pressed my tongue against the roof of my mouth to contain myself.
    "What do you like in your mouth?" Luke asked. The class quieted. I looked at Acne Boy, whose mouth was hanging open, just catching flies. I'm not even sure why, since that was the whole purpose of the game. I took a breath, trying to compose myself, wanting like nothing else to get through this particular question from Luke since that was my whole purpose.
    "Sausage," I said, but I was unable to hold it back any longer. I covered my mouth with my hand as genuine laughter bubbled out of me. The class began to clap, and I reclaimed my desk on the sidelines. I was kind of happy to go up and get it over with. So, thanks, Luke. Mental note: Asher cannot make a girl laugh or dare her to do something. It was too fun and an instant way past the carefully constricted walls of my psyche.  
    The good thing was, because Luke knocked me out, he had to go up. But I tuned out everyone's voices. Since Luke was standing front and center, I looked at only him. I tried to memorize him. I was a glutton for disaster.
    He really was beautiful. The way his concrete-colored eyes roamed over every single girl in the room made me cover my chest and sink a little lower in my seat. It was like he was inspecting everyone, comparing us to one another. I sat back and licked my lips, sneering wherever his eyes landed. I didn't even like him, but I pushed my shoulders back and ran my fingers through my hair to straighten it.
    I perked up, pressing my lips in a flat line. I wanted his attention, craved just a single glance my way. I'd take just a split second if it was all he could give. My eyes fell to his khakis that hugged his muscular legs, still confused.  
    His black hoodie hung loosely and had no lettering on it whatsoever. His khaki pants had to be designer by the cut and design on the back pocket. The bottom of his pants folded into a pair of red sneakers that didn't look like they were meant to be there. The class started laughing, and I tore my eyes from Luke, checking back into the class.
    Luke swaggered over to his desk and sat down next to me, but I refused to look at him. I fought my eyes from roaming to him, my body tense as I just barely held it together. He radiated a look of superiority. He tossed his hair back with a shake of his head, and I turned away, not wanting to confirm that I thought he was beautiful and add to his already swollen ego.
    Spearmint wafted in the air. My stomach rolled because it now reminded me of him. I turned in the complete opposite direction, purposely covering my peripheral vision so I wasn't tempted.
    "You mad at me, Sunny?" he whispered. My stomach twisted like a knife jabbing into me as his voice sang to my soul.  
    "You know my name now."  
    "I know, but Sunny fits you a hell of a lot better than Maggie."
    "Listen—"
    "Maggie, why don't you come up with something?" Dr. Atwater said, interrupting my conversation with Luke. Now he could hear us? I bit my tongue. I faced the girl who was standing in the middle and smiled at her, trying to be nice.
    "What do you brush your teeth with?" I rattled off, my voice