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    â€œWell, I just hope that you haven’t been stressed out about what happened at the Gala or anything,” Jason hedged as he slowed down at the base of the staircase from the lot to the school’s main entrance. Jason reached out and gently touched Sydney’s arm.
    Secretly relieved that he’d actually brought up the awkward topic, Sydney tried to keep her response light. “Well, it sure hasn’t helped,” she laughed ruefully.
    â€œYeah, it sure didn’t look that good from a distance,” he stated simply.
    â€œOh, trust me, looks are nothing compared to hearing it being discussed by people who don’t even know me,” Sydney continued, not wanting to imagine what he’d heard about her around the school halls.
    â€œOne thing about New Yorkers,” Jason started slowly, “we’re always loyal to our home team. And we’re known to believe nothing we hear and only half of what we see.”
    â€œIs that so? Well, now that I’m a free agent, maybe I’ll start looking into switching teams,” Sydney suggested with a coy grin.
    â€œAll I’m saying is, you’d be surprised how different life can be on a winning squad,” he flirted back and continued to softly stroke her arm.
    As the two locked eyes, Sydney’s entire body started to tingle. With all the drama leading up to her actual breakup, it had been a long time since she’d gotten the “uh-oh” feeling from Marcus. Thoughts of what Jason’s hands might feel like running up and down the rest of her body sent Sydney’s hormones into overdrive. “I’m so sure,” she offered, boldly stepping closer to Jason. In response, he lowered his eyes and smiled invitingly.
    As the tension was reaching the boiling point, the sound of two cars blaring the Hot 107.9 A-Team morning show suddenly raced into the lot. Jason looked past Sydney and shook his head. “I swear Ryan and Keyshawn are going to kill themselves one of these days,” he said before turningback. “Well, I guess I better go. The co-captains are actually supposed to be on the field before the rest of the squad,” Jason offered as he looked down at his leather-banded Swiss Army watch.
    â€œWell, I won’t keep you, then. Thanks for walking me over,” Sydney responded.
    â€œMy pleasure,” he asserted with a smile. “Good luck with Global.”
    â€œâ€™Preciate it. Good luck with practice.” Sydney returned the smile and started up the long steps.
    â€œHey, Syd,” Jason called out suddenly. Sydney turned around and looked at him expectantly. “You still got my number, right?” he asked.
    Fighting against the huge grin that threatened to erupt on her face, Sydney nodded before answering, “Sure do.”
    â€œWell, now that you’re a free agent, you should definitely use it.”
    â€œThank you, Jesus,” Sydney exhaled as she tapped in the final period on the last sentence of her Modern English Lit paper on Zora Neale Hurston. She leaned back in the comfy ergonomic computer lab chair and closed her eyes in relief.
    â€œSomebody looks like they could use a good massage,” a familiar voice teased softly behind her left ear.
    Sydney’s eyelids flew open as she sat up straight in the chair. “Excuse you?” she asked defensively with much attitude.
    â€œWhoa, whoa, slow down, Syd. I didn’t mean anything,” Marcus said, stepping back and throwing up both hands.
    â€œWhat do you want, Marcus?” Sydney hissed as she hurriedly began to save her document to the file and shut down the computer.
    â€œI just want to talk,” he said in a lowered voice, bending down beside her to avoid their conversation being overheard by the twenty pairs of ears that perked up as he walked over to Sydney. The smell of his cologne immediately filled Sydney’s nostrils.
    â€œI thought I made it clear that I