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wasn’t embarrassed.  I can’t believe that insolent jerk , she thought. 
                  Heather could see Jake looking at her several times and she couldn’t figure out why.  She was confused now more than ever.  She thought he liked her, but now he made her a public spectacle by refusing her friendly gesture.  I’ll show him one day , she thought as she tried to focus on what the teacher was saying.  All she could think about was conjuring up ways to get back at Jake for snubbing her.  I was popular once, and I’ll be popular again.  Then, I’ll show him , she thought.  She caught herself looking toward Jake several times while she daydreamed of ways to injure his pride.
                  Finally, class was over and she hurried out of the room as fast as she could.  As she walked down the hall, she felt like someone was following her.  She turned around and there he was. 
                  “Do you have a problem?” she asked. 
                  “Only one and it’s you,” he replied.               
                  “Why don’t you just leave me alone you jerk,” she said. Heather could feel tears forming in her eyes.   
                  “Jerk, is that the best you got?” he asked.  Before she knew it, she reared back her hand to slap him.  Jake caught her hand. 
                  “You almost got me,” he said as he smiled at her. 
                  “Why don’t you just tell me what you want?” she cried. 
                  Jake could see that he was really getting to her, even though he was joking with her.  “Heather.  Look, I was just playing with you.  I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” he said. 
                  Heather was speechless and couldn’t say anything.  She turned and walked away.  She was praying that this day would be over soon, and she could go home and never return.  Jake stood in the hall watching as she walked away.
                  Momentarily, she reached her second period class and there the scruffy looking redneck that tried to run her over, was sitting at the back of the class.  Oh no, I’m not sitting anywhere near him.  I’m not letting anyone else make me a laughing stock today , she thought.  She walked toward the front of the class, and as she sat down a girl came up to her. 
                  “I’m sorry these are assigned seats.  You’ll have to ask Mrs. Brice where you are sitting,” she said. 
                  “Great,” she said sarcastically. 
                  “Hello, I’m Heather,” she said as she came closer to the teacher desk. 
                  “Hello Heather.  I’m Mrs. Brice.  I am glad you will be in my class this year and if there is anything I can do for you, just let me know,” the teacher said. 
                  “Thanks.  Where will I be sitting?” she asked. 
                  “Heather, you’ll be sitting toward the back in front of  Shawn.  He is on the last row with the blue jean shirt on,” Mrs. Brice said. 
                  Heather turned to look for this boy named Shawn, when she saw the guy that tried to run her over.  You have got to be kidding me , she thought as she slowly walked toward him.  She sat down trying to act as if she didn’t know who he was. 
                  “So you’re Heather,” he said. 
                  She turned around in her seat and replied, “Yes and you’re Shawn.  The same guy that tried to hit me this morning.” 
                  Shawn replied, “Yep, that’s me.” 
                  Heather was amazed at how hard it was to read these country boys.  Jake was acting mean to her, but then tried to say he was kidding.  Now this boy, Shawn, was trying to be friendly but with