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encircling them. “I’m so sorry”—he slipped my pen out of my hand—“about the way I treated you, Seven. Please accept my apology.”
    â€œYes, of course I will.”
    He lifted me out of my chair, ran his fingers through my hair, and just as he went to tell me he wasn’t feeling anyone but me, the school bell rang and it was time to change classes. I hate daydreams!
    I looked down at my notebook and instead of class notes, I had Josiah’s name written all over my pages. I looked around my class as if I’d just returned from space. I had no idea what had gone on in there, but as we were on our way out, the teacher announced, “Quiz on today’s topic tomorrow.”
    Jesus ...
    I thought I had my Romeo and Juliet book for English class in my backpack, but I didn’t. It must’ve been in my locker. I had three minutes to go to my locker, get it, and return before Mrs. Flinch threw a fit about me being late, so I took off running down the hall, dodging through the students like they were a maze, and just when I thought I’d made it through with ease, I ran right into Josiah, knocking everything out of my hand and practically pushing him to the floor. As if I hadn’t been embarrassed enough, now he’ll say I was so fat I almost knocked him down.
    â€œMy fault.” I hated that I couldn’t avoid checking him out, but he was so fine, who could resist? He wore a pair of baggy black Enyce jeans, a white tee with the Superman emblem in the middle, but instead of having the letter S in it, it had the letter J, an oversize belt buckle, and fresh Jordans on his feet.
    I hurried and picked up my things off the floor.
    â€œDang, you got somethin’ against being helped?” he asked, handing me my notebook, the one with his name scribbled in it.
    I looked at him and smirked. “Nah, my fat ass can do it.” I snatched my notebook out his hand and practically tripped the rest of the way to my locker.
    I grabbed the book I needed and slammed my locker shut. As I turned around to head to class, Josiah was leaning against the wall directly across from me with his North Face backpack thrown over one shoulder and his right foot propped behind him against the wall. “Yo ma, for real, you lookin’ kinda right in them jeans.”
    I almost stuttered, but I caught myself. “Funny, that didn’t sound like an apology.”
    â€œIt wasn’t. It was a compliment.”
    Dang, what happened to my mean mug? Why was I smiling?! “This the first time you seen me in jeans?”
    â€œNah.” He licked his sexy lips. “But this the first time I’m tellin’ you about it.”
    My heart dropped and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. “Whatever.” I turned away from him and threw my switch into overdrive as I proceeded down the hall.
    â€œOh, you playin’ dirty? In a minute I’ma be apologizing to the wrong part of you.”
    I batted my eyes and turned around. “What could Mr. All-Star have done that would require him to apologize ... to me?”
    â€œWe both know why I should apologize. So you need to go ahead on and accept it. ’Cause technically you owe me one, too.”
    Jesus, why do I love him? “Yeah, you wait on that apology.” I sucked my teeth. “Plus, look at how you act toward me!”
    â€œHow do I act?” He walked over to me and his breath smelled sweet as it blew across my face.
    I was too nervous to step back. “Josiah, you are always nasty to me. And for as long as I’ve ever known you, you’ve played me crazy.”
    â€œBut look at how you do me ... and I’ma upperclassman. You supposed to have some respect.” He laughed. “But for real, though. Half the time you don’t speak and when you do, it’s because you thought of new words you wanna try and cuss me out with. I’m sayin’, ma”—he pushed my