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sarcasm.  She didn’t know what to think and now she was growing tired of trying.  She couldn’t deny both were attractive, but both had injured her pride in some way. She didn’t take things like that lightly.
                  Jake had brown curly hair, brown eyes and a little more muscular than Shawn.  Shawn had long sandy blonde hair and eyes as green as an emerald.  Shawn was the opposite of Jake.  Jake had a five o’clock shadow, and his jeans had holes everywhere except in the seat area.  Heather could tell that Jake spent some time grooming himself in the mirror, because his hair was more tidy and well placed.  Shawn didn’t have to try much, because he was just effortlessly fine.  She usually wasn’t attracted to that sort of fellow, which felt strange to her.
                  As Heather tried to listen to Mrs. Brice, Shawn did things to try to annoy her.  He kicked the back of her chair several times, so she wouldn’t mistake it for an accident.  Then, he knocked her pencil off her desk as he reached forward with his book.  Heather tried hard to ignore him, but it was very difficult.  He wouldn’t stop. She tried not to pay attention to his pranks. 
                  Finally, she felt something hit her in the back of her head.  She reached back and pulled out a spit ball from her hair.  Shawn had rolled up a piece of paper and threw it at her.  When she turned around to make sure it was Shawn, she saw a devious smile on his face.  With her eyebrow raised, she picked up the piece of paper and threw it as hard as she could into his face.  Heather was never good at throwing, especially any type of balls.  The paper ball hit him right in his eyes and his eyes, teared up instantly. 
                  “I’m so sorry, are you all right?” she asked with shock in her voice. 
                  “Are you crazy, you -----?”  Shawn caught his words before he was able to let out a curse word.  By this point Mrs. Brice was headed toward them.
                  “Heather, did I see you throw something at Shawn?” Mrs. Brice asked. 
                  “Yes, but I…..”  Shawn interrupted Heather before she had a chance to finish her sentence. 
                  “Mrs. Brice it is my fault.  We were goofing off, and she just happened to throw back a paper wad that I threw at her,” Shawn said.
                  “So you both were throwing things in my class?  Heather, I don’t put up with horse play in my room, and Shawn, you know better.  Both of you need to go to Mr. Thomas’s office right now,” Mrs. Brice said. 
                  “Yes, Mrs. Brice,” Heather replied. 
                  Heather left the classroom as quickly as possible, while Shawn gathered his jacket and slowly left the room.  Shawn was more laid back and didn’t worry about getting into trouble, because no one ever dared to bother him before.  He thought Heather was quite different than the other girls at the school.  She wasn’t afraid of what boys could do to her if she fought back.  Shawn liked that spunkiness about her.  He thought she was beautiful.  He figured that she thought she was too good to ever  give him the time of day, especially after seeing the car she drove.  Something changed that day in him when he followed her to the principal’s office.  He liked the feeling he had when he was with her. 
                  Right before Heather opened the door to the office, Shawn stopped her.                “Wait, I want to talk to you,” he said. 
                  “Why? So you can be mean to me some more?” she asked. 
                  “No, I just want to talk.  Do you want to go out to my truck and talk?” he asked. 
                  “We can’t go outside, we have to go to Mr. Thomas’s office,” she