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Isobel informed him, picking one hell of a time to speak up. “See, she’s planning on starting—”
    â€œIsobel,” I interrupted warningly. I didn’t want Scott to know about my ideas for the paper—definitely not before I had a chance to run them by Mr. Elliot. Creating a fiction page was a long shot, but it wasn’t impossible . At least, it wasn’t if Scott didn’t have any opportunity to prejudice Lisa Anne or Mr. Elliot against it. “Not right now, okay?”
    Everyone noticed my not-so-subtle head nod in Scott’s direction.
    Scott didn’t appear even remotely fazed by all the sudden attention. He grinned. “Don’t stop on my account. You were saying?”
    â€œUm . . . that violence is never the answer. Jane, you shouldn’t have hit Alex.” Isobel didn’t speak with her normal level of conviction, and I knew she was still shaken up by what had happened.
    But I had absolutely no idea what I could say to make it better.
    â€œLook, I’ve already heard the ‘turn the other cheek’ speech,” I told her tiredly. “I get it. Really.”
    â€œI don’t think turning the other cheek was necessary.” Scott examined me narrowly before he snapped another photo. “Both sides of your face look equally bruised to me.”
    Logan couldn’t hold himself back any longer. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he demanded. “Get that damn thing out of her face!”
    â€œLogan.” Kenzie put a firm hand on his shoulder to make sure he didn’t try to land a punch of his own. “Take your own advice and calm down.”
    He turned on her hotly. “Alex was punching Jane, our Jane, and that jackass just stood there taking pictures!”
    I didn’t really know what to make of the whole “our Jane” thing, but the rest of it was accurate. Except . . . Scott was doing exactly what Mr. Elliot and Lisa Anne wanted. What he probably thought I wanted too.
    He was doing his job.
    Not that I was going to defend him.
    â€œI knew I forgot to bring something to school with me today—my noble steed. Good thing you were able to come riding to the rescue, Logan. She’d be lost without you.”
    It’s never a good idea to piss off a high school athlete, even one as laid-back as Logan Beckett. They tend to punch really freaking hard, a lesson I had just learned the hard way from Alex. Although Scott looked like he might be able to hold his own if it came to blows. Not that his muscles bulged in a protein shake/pumping weights kind of way. They were just very nicely shaped.
    Like the rest of him.
    I really must have smacked my head hard when Alex knocked me down in the cafeteria. That was the only logical explanation for why I was standing there daydreaming about Scott’s arms while Logan was poised to kick some butt.
    â€œLogan,” Kenzie repeated, a definite warning underlying her tone. The situation was quickly getting out of control, so I forced myself to face down Scott before anyone could do something stupid.
    â€œA white knight is still better than an ass,” I blurted out. “So . . . lay off.”
    Scott’s lips twitched into something that resembled an amused grin, and I knew I had just blown any chance I may have had for him to see me as a force to be reckoned with. Still, my comeback seemed to go a long way toward mollifying Logan. His shoulders finally relaxed as he returned his attention to me.
    â€œDo you think you have a concussion, Jane? Say the word and we’ll blow off school and go to my house.”
    Scott raised an eyebrow. “Are you a nurse now too?”
    â€œBoth of my parents are doctors.” Logan’s clipped tone made it clear that he was trying to keep himself in check. “My mom is sleeping off a night shift, but I’m sure she can take a look.”
    â€œI’m fine, Logan. Really. No doctors