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    Lunch would be great, I'll meet you in the faculty room.
    --G
    Jules nodded to herself; they wouldn't be able to talk as freely, but she'd still get to see Gen and they could talk about the letter. She started having her class grade their work.
    Jules' second period class was an athletics study hall, and she had a huge group of varsity athletes in her room. All she had to do was make sure they were working and help them with assignments if she could. She opened up her chat window to see if she could catch Beth online. She was in luck.
    Jules D: Don't you ever work, Beth?
    Beth S: I could ask you the same thing.
    Jules D: Study hall.
    Beth S: God, I wish I had become a teacher.
    Jules D: Screw you.
    Beth S: Sooooooo, how was your date?
    Jules D: Confusing.
    Beth S: ?????
    Jules D: She's not straight.
    Beth S: OMG your cooking really did turn her. Holy crap!
    Sighing deeply, Jules explained everything that had happened from the dinner to the coffee and beignets that morning and the revelation that Gen had ex-girlfriends.
    Beth S: Score! You are so in?
    Jules D: I'm sorry, when exactly did you turn into a frat guy?
    Beth S: Sorry, I was trying to be one of the guys.
    Jules D: Yeah, thanks and all, but I have plenty of dudes in my life.
    Beth S: Fair enough. Soooooooo, what are you going to do?
    Jules D: Um, I thought I'd ask her out.
    Beth S: How?
    Jules D: Is that a trick question?
    Beth S: I'm serious. You are notoriously bad at this, Jules. The only reason you're not a sad, lonely, thirty year old virgin is because you're hot and an Olympian. You have, like, zero game.
    Jules D: WALMART SPORTS BRA!!!! Try being supportive.
    Beth S: Not a Walmart sports bra, just an honest friend. If you wanted smoke blown up your ass you should have messaged Arthur.
    Jules D: I didn't have any trouble asking her over for dinner, and we're having lunch today. The school is already buzzing with rumors, probably both the faculty and the students at this point.
    Beth S: Man, all girls schools are just pits of rumor, aren't they?
    Jules D: Yes. But I think that is just high schools in general.
    Jules D: I think it will be fine, so far things have been working.
    Beth S: Yeah, but she's made all the real moves, it's your turn Jules.
    Jules D: Thank you for calming me down so much about this.
    Beth S: Anytime. That's what I'm here for.
    Jules D: Yeah, and that was sarcasm.
    Beth S: I know, I was choosing to ignore it. Have fun with your new girlfriend, Julianna.
    Jules D: Shut up, Elisabeth, and get back to work!
    Jules looked around the room, everyone was doing their work except two girls in the back who were passing a note. One of them was Maggie O'Connor, the rower who'd seen Gen bringing Jules her breakfast this morning.
    "Maggie, bring that up here, now," Jules said in her most commanding teacher voice.
    Maggie almost jumped in her seat and turned to Jules. Jules was sure she thought she was being sneaky by sliding the note under her textbook. "Bring what, coach?"
    "If you think I am that stupid, you can be benched for the rest of the season. O'Connor, bring me the note you were passing right now and put under the left side of your textbook or I will make sure you don't compete for the entirety of your senior year. And I won't stop with the school team, I'll get you banned from any rowing club in this or any nearby parish."
    Maggie stood and walked to the front of the room. She handed Jules the note and slunk back to her desk, sliding down so she couldn't be seen behind the girl in front of her. Jules unfolded the note. The first writer's handwriting was Maggie's.
    So, Mademoiselle Dupois and Coach D are totally knocking boots. Mlle. Dupois brought Coach breakfast at practice today, all apologetic for keeping her up late .
    The handwriting changed to Courtney's. How do you know that's what they're doing?
    Why else would someone haul herself out of bed to get to the boathouse at 7:30? They're totally getting it on.
    Lucky Mlle.