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day.”
                   
“I will get him later, trust me,” Jackson says.
                   
Turning around, Kayla looks at him.  “Why did you interfere anyway? 
Are you out to torture me as well?”
                   
“I will be the only one torturing you.  Not him.  Anyway, if I’m
going to win the bet, I need you to bring your A game.  Can’t have you
distracted by that idiot.”
                   
Kayla snorts. “Touché.”
                   
“Je ne savais pas que vous parlait francais,” Jackson says.
                   
Furrowing her eyebrows, Kayla asks, “What?”
                   
Tracy chimes in, “ Non , elle ne parle pas francais.”
                   
“Stop speaking French!” Kayla snaps.
                   
“You don’t speak it,” Jackson states.
                   
Putting her hand on her friend’s shoulder, Tracy whispers, “He was just asking
if you spoke French.”
                   
“No,” Kayla mumbles.  “Foreign languages are the one thing I suck at.”
                   
“You don’t speak any?” Jackson asks, surprised.
                   
Kayla stares at him for a moment before looking away.  “I took a little
bit of Spanish, but I was horrible at it.”
                   
“What are you going to do when you get to college?” Jackson inquires.
                   
“Hire a really good tutor,” Kayla says with a sigh.  “Please, don’t remind
me.  I took enough Spanish to keep me in the running for top GPA, but I
only did two years.”
                   
The warning bell rings and Tracy yelps.  “I have to get to class. 
Bye!  Don’t kill him, okay?”  She waves and darts down the hallway.
                   
“Should we get to class?” Jackson asks, gesturing down the hallway.
                   
“Sure,” Kayla murmurs.
                   
Jackson falls into step next to her as they walk down the hall.  “How are
you going to be valedictorian if you don’t speak a foreign language?”
                   
“Shut up, Jackson.  It’s the only major academic weakness I have.”
                   
“The only one?”
                   
Clenching her hands into fists, Kayla says, “You know what I meant.”
                   
They enter their classroom in silence and take their seats.  Jackson turns
to her.  “I’m absolutely floored.”
                   
“I don’t care what you think,” Kayla growls.  A minute goes by before she
mumbles, “So you speak French, fluently?”
                   
“Among other languages, yes.”
                   
With a dead stare, Kayla says, “Do I even want to know how many languages you
speak?”
                   
“Six fluently, plus broken Japanese.”
                   
“What?” Kayla yells.  The rest of the students turn and look at her. 
She takes a deep breath and then leans in.  “How in the world do you know
six different languages?”
                   
“I've been taught since I was three.  I did live in five different
countries, well, six if you count the United States.”
                   
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
                   
“I know,” Jackson quips with a devious smile.
                   
Her wonder turns into anger and Kayla says, “At least you’re good at one
thing.”
                   
“I thought I was a pretty good kisser too,” he whispers, leaning closer to her.
                   
Heat pours into her face as she blushes.  “Shut up.”  He laughs in
response as the bell